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Broken glass!

The sound of night animals began to sound melodious to accompany the silence of the night. The night breeze whipped through the vents to disturb a couple who were talking from heart to heart on the bed.

"why is it so cold tonight, huh, Dad?" ask Kokom's mom while opening the closet door to pick up the jacket.

"it's raining season again, Ma!" replied Mr. Cipto without looking at his wife. The fifty-year-old man was busy opening his phone to look for a study at the entub.

"Ma, who's Shasa talking to? why in hours like this is he still giggling like a kunti?" ask Mr. Cipto after hearing Shasa's voice, because Shasa's room and his parents' second room are next to each other.

"Mama doesn't know either, Dad! let's see, yuk!" kokom said while pulling her husband's hand.

Finally, the couple came out of the room. The two sneak into Shasa's room. The middle room was completely dark because the lights had been extinguished in the midnight hours like this.

"The door's unlocked, Dad!" whispered Kokom when he managed to pull the handle of Shasa's room door without making a sound.

The eyes of the two caught Shasa sitting at the table typing on her laptop. However, occasionally he stared at the movie that played on the phone on the side of the laptop.

"aiih! Eneng also wanted to be proposed! oh my god .. Why be romantic like that anyway!"

Bu Kokom and Pak Cipto looked at each other when they heard his daughter's voice. The worry is clearly visible on the face of the couple's husband and wife—Fear his daughter is affected by mental disorders because of frequent talking and his own smile. The two of them continued to monitor Shasa's activities until numbness began to attack his second leg.

"Ma, we better go back to the room!" whispered Mr. Cipto with a view that can not be separated from his daughter.

"yes, Dad! mama's feet are gone!" kokom maam complained while rewinding his body to push Pak Cipto backward.

After arriving at the room, the couple lay down on the bed. Both are silent in their minds. Heavy breaths began to sound there.

"Well, how about Shasa we just get married?" ask Bu Kokom after finding an idea.

"Mama sure?" mr. Cipto instead asked, "which man will marry Shasa, Ma? so far he has rarely gone out of the house or has a male friend," complained Mr. Cipto.

"How about Shasa we just marry Burhan? she has a crush on Shasa, Dad!" the suggestion of bu Kokom that made Pak Cipto squinted his eyes.

"Don't, Ma! Shasa has rejected Burhan many times. Lagian Shasa doesn't match Burhan, Ma. Remember we're just citizens and Burhan's parents are Lurahs!" Mr. Cipto objected if Burhan who became Shasa's future husband later.

The chatter about Shasa's soul mate continued until early morning. The snoring sound of Mr. Cipto began to echo in a room that was not how wide it was. The discussion of Shasa's soul mate just disappeared with a beautiful dream that came to pass.

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Pyaar .. praang ... praang .. praaang ....

The kitchen was like a ship breaking when Shasa started acting. The dawn prayer had been reverberating for a few tens of minutes but the members of his family had not yet woken up. After waiting at the dinner table until the dark color faded from the sky, Shasa finally decided to clean up the dirty kitchen.

Shasa is confused about where to clean up the mess in the kitchen, he is afraid if Yulia or Mama wakes up and sees broken glass scattered on the floor.

Every day the work at home has been divided by Kokom. Shasa is not allowed to touch the dirty dishes because every dishwasher is always broken. Ms. Kokom must have been furious if the furniture had been broken by Shasa as it is today.

"You're dead!" shasa said when he heard the open door. Whether it was Yulia's room door or her parents.

A few seconds later, Yulia appeared at the kitchen door. He yawned wide while leaning against the door frame. Yulia had yet to realize that Shasa was crouching while picking up the broken glass.

"Damaz!! how many glasses did you break?" yulia yelled, causing Shasa to close her ears.

Shasa immediately stood up, then he looked at Yulia with a face without fault and sin. He smiled broadly until his row of white teeth were seen, "hehe .. three glasses, Brother!" shasa said as he cupped his hands together in front of his chest.

"what'd you say? three glasses?" Yulia widened her eyes.

"what is this? why does your voice sound so loud, Yul? you're disturbing Mama's dream!" cerocos bu Kokom while sitting in a chair in the kitchen.

"Three glasses of Mama's were smashed!" Yulia pointed at the floor, where the broken glass was.

"What!!" ma'am Kokom widened his eyes.

Shasa bit his lip when he saw the anger on Kokom's face. Slowly he shifted his body in order to run when the world began to shake with a booming voice bu Kokom.

"Ma! don't be angry! earlier Shasa just wanted to help Mama because no one woke up when the sky was already bright!" kilah Shasa when he saw that Kokom had opened his mouth, "Ma, you should not be angry because you can be late to open a stall!" said Shasa who managed to make Kokom ma'am turn his eyes towards the window.

Bu Kokom patted his forehead when fully conscious of the drowsiness. He immediately reached into his negligent pocket to find the rupiah sheet stored there.

"this time, my mother will not be angry! but next time you never do the dishes or do a job that is not your job! Mama doesn't want Mama's furniture destroyed by your carelessness! I told you before, your job is to do laundry, clean your house and shop!" cerocos bu Kokom who managed to make Yulis and Shasa gawk.

The two looked at each other after hearing Kokom's words. As powerful as Shasa had to hold back the laughter because of that, "he said not to get angry! what was that?" inner Shasa.

"Now go buy carrots! his money! if you buy in Mang Diman you should be able to bid as cheaply as possible!" said Bu Kokom handed over one sheet of green rupiah.

Shasa scratched his nape after hearing the order from the Kokom maam. He swung a step out of the kitchen and let the state of the kitchen fall apart. However, just arriving at the family room, Shasa had to stop the steps because the voice of Kokom's mother was heard again.

"If in Mang Diman there are no carrots, you have to buy at other vegetable stalls. Anyway this morning there should be carrots! it is up to you to go around the village or around the district! who must go home must bring carrots!" yelled Kokom from the kitchen.

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