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MAMA LAMPIR

Now, Arkan and Papa Han were already sitting on the chairs that were in front of the dining table. While Laras, he was busy arranging the food he brought to the table.

Mama Rita who is saturated waiting for Maya, finally followed to the kitchen.

He saw Laras serving Arkan and Papa Han with telanten. He didn't like seeing that.

In the kitchen too, there was a housekeeper who was helping Laras. The housekeeper was old enough. A middle-aged woman who is biass is called Mbok Nunung.

“Sini, Non! Let Mbok alone,” Mbok Nunung told Laras.

“Let's go, Mbok. Not good also work half-and-half,” said Laras with his soft voice.

“Yes already, if so. Mbok want to continue dishwashing mbok only,” said Mbok Nunung. He let Laras make up all the food by himself.

“Come, pa. Eat,” said Arkan while thrusting an empty plate on the barrel next to him. Right in front of Papa Han and Mama Rita who had just come and sat down. “Arkan guarantee, this is so delicious!”

Papa Han teseyum, he secretly noticed the togetherness of Laras and Arkan. “Good girl and attention. Arkan is not wrong to choose,” Inner Papa Han.

Laras painstakingly served Arkan, filling the food on Arkan's plate. Even pouring water into a glass. After he finished getting it for Arkan, he switched to Papa Han.

“Arkan is not wrong to choose,” said Papa Han.

“Your boyfriend is a maid, yes! Ar.” Suddenly Mama Rita spoke up.

The deg! Pain felt by Laras, but he could only be silent. He realized, maybe Mama Rita does not like her who is not as level as their family. So thought Laras.

“Ma, don't talk like that!” papa Han's reprimand to his wife.

“Lah, the reality is like that. She is 11 12 the same Mbok Nunung who used to serve us at the dinner table,” said Mama Rita without thinking about the feelings of others.

“Enough, ma!” snapped Arkan. “No one can insult Laras, including mom!” point Arkan at his mama. “Arkan's baras! And it will forever belong to Arkan, so whoever dares to disturb Laras. That means he's also messing with Arkan!”

“Ar, already. Not good rich that, she's your mom!” said Laras slowly. But, it can still be heard Arkan and Papa Han.

“I don't like the same talk, mama. Old, not worship,” cetus Arkan. Making Papa Han who was in front of Laras and Arkan just glared at his eyes. He did not expect that his son had become a duplicate.

“Yes, but don't need that! Anyway, I am okay,” said Laras.

“You're okay, but I'm upset. People get hit by cars and almost die, you still say it's okay,” Arkan said with a sewot.

After going through the fight drama, finally Papa Han and Arkan can eat their food.

Mama Rita gulped as she saw Papa Han and Arkan eating voraciously. But he was too embarrassed to eat with those people.

Laras put on a smile, quietly he noticed Mama Rita. Finally, he kindly offered Mama Rita to eat.

“Tante, come eat,” says Laras.

“Iy-“ has not had time for Mama Rita to finish her words. Papa Han cut first.

“Your mama's, not your usual dinner. Anyway, she also definitely doesn't want to!” papa Han said. “Yes right, Ar?” Papa Han glanced at Arkan who was in front of him. Arkan nodded while eating the vegetables in his plate.

Apparently, the child and papa had been kongkalikong to prank Mama Rita. Mama Rita could only snort in annoyance at failing to come to dinner.

“Papa and Arkan. Can't do what? Let mama come eat, mama also go to rasain cuisine village girl!” inner Mama Rita with a cock.

“Abicin, pa! Mubazir if it doesn't run out, it will be wasted,” Arkan told Papa Han. It was like she could read her mother's mind.

“Yes, this is also papa want to add!” Papa Han grabbed the rice pitcher and filled his plate again.

“No more hope!” inner Mama Rita screamed. With a gloomy face, Mama Rita left the dining table. He returns to the living room to await Maya's arrival.

“Hehehe! Successfully, finally mommy dropped by too,” chuckles Arkan.

Laras gawked at Arkan's words. But, he made increasingly gawking and glaring after hearing Papa Han's reply.

“Solah herself, if she likes not to be filtered first. So justin your mama nelen spit,” reply Papa Han.

“Bwahahahaa!” the boy and the father laughed together.

“You two are so mean,” said Laras slowly.

“Gini yank, we it should be able to adjust. If people are good, we can be better. But if the person is evil to us, we can treat them even worse. Even family by themselves!” arkan.

“Tap, she's your own mama,” says Laras.

“Ras, listen to papa. Everything, there has to be a payoff. So that the person does not become more,” Papa Han told Laras. “Papa and Arkan never did anything to your mama, you just gave her a lesson!”

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After dinner, Papa Han invited Arkan and Laras to sit in the living room. Papa Han wants to talk to Arkan and. Barrels.

They also sat on the sofa in the living room. Shortly after, Mama Rita followed and sat there. Right next to Papa Han.

“So put it this way, Baras, Arkan! Since you've often stayed together without a bond, papa has decided to marry you two weeks from now!”

The eyes of Laras and Mama Rita instantly glared wide. Laras was so surprised by Papa Han's decision that it was so sudden.

As for Mama Rita, she was so distrustful of her husband. Why is it so easy to approve and bless his only son with a girl whose origins are unclear.

“Yes! Successfully,” said Arkan. He took out a pair of rings from his pants pocket. The ring he had asked the previous employee of the jewelry store.

“Hopefully Maya will be there before Arkan put the ring on the village girl's finger.” Inner Mama Rita.

He really did not want Arkan to marry Laras. All he wants so his daughter-in-law is Maya, a broad girl who is pretentious and also cunning.

“Pakikan!” papa Han's orders to his son.

“Om, uh Pa. La-la-laras feels inappropriate for Arkan and is included in this family,” said Laras as he lowered his head.

“There is no fast and inappropriate. If you love each other, papa will bless you.”

After that, Arkan was prepared to put a ring on the ring finger Laras. Not yet had the ring installed, suddenly Maya came and surprised everyone. Except for Mama Rita who had conspired.

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