Married to Brondong
I'm not a kid
“Haaa?” Bastian gawked again.
“You said my mother's age, it turns out you .. why do you lie anyway?” bastian looked at Rara.
“Awhy do you keep protesting anyway from earlier?” He looked back at the master.
“Lah, you said you were aunty-tente, right." Bastian sewot's.
"Hai boc-“
“Stop calling me boy or I drag you into the bathroom,” cut Bastian pissed.
“Alright not so,” said Rara, he had a tongue sprain, calling Bastian as a boy again, but when he saw very angry he stopped.
“You two can stop fighting you both make my head hurt,” said Mrs Marisa memijit her forehead that feels dizzy, because Rara always quarrel with Bastian. “From yesterday you two like Tom and Jerry I saw,” Marisa said with a long sigh.
“This is, ngaku-ngaku widow, ngaku is old,” said Bastian still looks very upset.
“When I confess to being a widow, I say, right, a mother, you conclude by calling me a widow by the name of Janus all," said Rara.
“That's because you always called me kabak”
“Stay, I, right, older, you should call me aunt, or mbak, otherwise mother too, be polite, don't call me Ra, Ra again, please,” pinta Rara flickers her eyebrows up and down.
Rara, it is not realized that there is Big Nyoya watching the behavior of the two of them.
“Ehhh, basic.” Bastian is getting irritated.” I call you grandmother drop by, satisfied!” Bastian folded his hands on his chest, turning his face redder as it held back the annoyance at Rara.
“Ok, I call you boy again,” said Rara did not want to lose.
“Aduh long can have my heart attack nih ... see you two,” said Ny Marisa sigh long he stood up.
“Hai, Rara Winarti I told you ...” Bastian stood up to drag Rara's hand.
Rara ran away and ran to Marisa who was standing in front of the balcony. Mrs. Marisa chooses to leave between her boss and her domestic assistant still arguing it.
Suddenly her grandmother's face was looking for something, her nose raised in search of the fragrant smell of the Balcony. His eyes stared in amazement with lips calling out
“Wow"
“What's Omah?” Bastian ran towards his omana, Rara dodged Bastian after provoking him to anger, standing away from his grandmother and granddaughter.
“I feel the smell of something as distinctive as in our home.”
“Oh it is from this balcony, Rara plant flowers are planted on this balcony“
The woman, who already looked aged, walked through the mini park owned by Rara and Bastian.
His eyes were very amazed by the arrangement of beautiful colored plants that hung enchanting, Rara arranged very well.
“Oh, jeez beautiful plants once” Oma Marisa's face looks cheerful when looking at the flower plants owned by Rara which at that time bloomed and gave off a fragrant smell,like being in a field filled with flower plants.
“O, yes pardon .. Rara has black orchid from Papua?”
His eyes stared in amazement when he saw the collection of step gardens owned by Rara, he admired her, mini garden design and very beautiful arrangement, expensive step flowers are also there.
“Iya, Bastian gave it to me,” replied Rara honestly.
“Ohh so who gives Bastian?” He knew, if it was really for him, his eyes looked at Bastian with glaring eyes and full of investigation.
“I also have Tahu” flowers
Rara shows a flower that has a stalk similar to a basket, which is believed to be an expensive and rare plant that comes from forests in Sumatra and Kalimantan.
“Oh, yes I have also been looking for this for a long time,” said Oma Marisa, suddenly the two women who are fans of ornamental plants, suddenly very familiar with. Having the same hobby .
Bastian also just found out Rara has a lot of knowledge about the type of flowers and has worked in the field of research and cultivation of step plants.
He explained all the ways to care for rare plants even oma to take out a small note from his tote bag, and recorded all what Rara said about the care of her plants.
“Do you want to play to our house sometime with Bastian?” asked Oma Marisa, she looked at Rara expectantly, women seemed to have new friends, both ornamental plant lovers, what else Rara had knowledge about ornamental plants.
Ms. Marisa was excited whereas, her confused grandson saw her grandmother's closeness to Rara.
'Didn't Omah just hate him and interrogate him, why is it now suddenly accretive? that's what if there is a desire he can suddenly change his mind' Bastian batin
Rara has worked in the Ministry in the field of Environment and ornamental plant cultivation. He explained all the ways to care for rare plants.
Oma Marisa, nodding her head occasionally.
“Oma, how, he said he did not like it now even accrap sent to the house everything, ah women are difficult to understand,” said Bastian leaning on the balcony wall, staring at the two women who were busy discussing about plants. Suddenly, Rara becomes like a teacher to Oma Bastian.
“Hai Boy, than a noisy take oma drink, geh.”
Rara laughed out loud as oma Bastian came along to call her granddaughter with the title that Bastian hated the most. Bastian's face was very irritated when Ms.Marisa called him ‘bocah’ again.
“Do not laugh! You take a drink there,” pinta Bastian on Rara with great annoyance.
“Ehhhh who was told, right, situu,” said Rara with a style of sound mengdayu-dayu accent melted, with fingers made goulash.
The hotter Bastian's heart became, he walked into the kitchen holding the side of the dining table with his shoulders hardened because his hands gripped the edge of the dining table firmly.
"Well, this soft boy is still called a boy, oma why go along? Just look out for you Rara, I'm crazy to really know your taste,” said Bastian, he took one glass and poured drinking water for his oma, with the origin, until spilled beluber from the glass.
“Aaah this again.” Bastian cussed at the glass that clearly had no fault, he walked up to bring it back to the balcony.
“Ni, oma”
“Makasi,” said his words reached out his hand, without seeing Bastian's face that had been tangled like a washcloth for a month not washed.
“Iya,” he said, in a flat tone, Rara glanced at him and smiled slightly, she knew the white man was in a rage, seen from his inserting style, he said, to his two hands into the pocket of shorts he was wearing, then Bastian looked at the middle of the capital, his eyes illustrating that he was angry with his eyes.
However, he could not reveal, he could only shut up and hold back his feelings.
‘I'm sure he's been very angry, mocked a little more, I'm sure he will explode, I'd rather be quiet, than get problems’ said Rara in his mind he focused on Omah Bastian.
Seriate.
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