My Match in the Hands of Duda Somplak
CHAPTER 1 . the beginning

In a small and simple house there are two humans who are fighting.

He, and his mother, Ms. Ita. Nobody wants to give up, not a fight between the two of them, but a fight with each other, not without reason. Every Ma'am Ita sent Him to the store, which was brought home not according to his mother's orders, but some snacks were carried. So that made his mother upset and high blood on him.

He or De, a 17-year-old girl, did not continue his school even though his mother insisted to continue but. He did not want to be just a graduate of Junior High, but all that did not make him ashamed in doing all the work to be able to help his mother. He was the youngest son of Bu Ita, and his eldest son was named Edo.

Two brothers yet different characters, if He is installment and somewhat somplak, opposite Edo Brother of Him, if He is, rarely smile and quite difficult to be asked to joke if his heart lacks sajen alias is not suitable with his interlocutor.

Inside the house.

"Oh yeah, Mak has your cake child, long time Mak enter again you yes." Said Ms. Ita, because her two children called her Mak.

"Elah Mak, load it the way, make De enter again," he replied.

"Why the hell Mak should have your son, make it high blood only." Said His Mother.

"Stay buying why it must be complicated anyway," murmured He relaxed.

"Eh buset is good for your mouth when you say, people are told to buy sugar with raw coffee even brought home coffee same snack." Mak Ita said.

Well out my fangs.

"Why you diem, you son of a bitch. In his brain just snacks and snacks, wonder Mak, could have a child capital gini." Say Mak Ita while sighing deeply and then let out and breathe again.

"Yeah!" shout Him.

"What the hell are you. Mau Mak got stung,"

"Mak fart smells of a comberan."

"And another one, not a stun but a truck." He explains.

"Well that's what Mak meant, the fart man in the storm. Back there back to the store Beliin Mak Gula again, beware you yes if the home you bring is not sugar, but other items. Mak fired you into a child and Mak remet-remet already Mak enter again," threatened Mak Ita.

Lose if the tiger mah same my mother, real fierce, hii.

"Yes have entered again, who knows if there are rich stray people continue to adopt De, Mak."

"Buset, you really are."

"Mr,"

"What else."

"Father had died because of Mak" he said.

"Lha why Mak is wrong." Answer the Mak De.

"Yes, the Mak fierce people already look like a lioness, so the Father died because he was not strong."

"Diaaaaaaaa, you bastard son of a bitch."

Mak Ita immediately pulled out her fangs at Him, because He who had already run after mocking her Mak.

After getting nagged by his Mak, he ran towards the exit because his Mak told him to go back to the stall, because his actions were remembered for snacks in the store become his khilaf.

Huh ... Huh ... Huh.

With a dull breath He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, if not run can be broken ears in pull the same Mom, cravings what the hell Grandma used to be after Mom, can be fierce so it looks like a lion." He muttered along the way with an occasional smile because of the success of making his mother scream.

As he again coolly walked to head inside the store accidentally collided with someone.

Bruck..

"Oh, fuck that." His grunt while rubbing his bumped head.

"Hye also Om, if there are people on the road that use the eyes, if I walk it use this foot." He answered while pointing at his feet.

The adult man immediately glanced his eyes at the direction of the girl before him.

"Awas Om, later dislodged it's eyeballs." He spoke to the adult man.

"Basic crazy shit."

"Based on the Fathers is not sane," he murmured.

"When I married your mother" said the man.

"Lha the Father forgot yes, it's new yesterday." Answer Him.

Cc ... Cc ... A look of annoyance was imprinted on the man's face.

"Hye boy, you don't have the same manners as a more mature person" the grown man snapped.

"Fool very, the wrong people, uh I am also the angry."

"Hopefully not be able to wife this cake model child," he murmured. But his words were heard by him.

"Hi, amit-amit also I have a husband model cake Mr, I was young where there I like male model Mr."

Wleks..

"May your oath be real, if in fact I remet-remet I soin perkedel keep me entered into the washing machine, then I give the same dog sa ...."

Stop.

As a result, He also ran around and did not buy sugar as told his mother, because imagining it had made him creeps especially if he really became his wife the nimble man.

Hii, serem.

"Ih, amit-amit I got a husband to cake him." He muttered, then he walked while shuddering in horror then he just remembered something.

"Gosh, it could be this real peddle, if you come home not so bring sugar." grimaced.

He went back to the store, and wished the old man had not been there.

Huf, thank goodness the man has stopped, he murmured in his heart.

The sugar in his Mak message has been bought, with a gentle humming sing a song entitled (Soledad) out of nowhere suddenly he shed tears because he remembered his late Father.

Arriving at home.

De too, gave a black crackle on his mother, and did not dare to look at the person who had given birth to him, only bowed with a face soaked by tears without his mother knowing.

"De, has the store moved, so you are straying" said Mak Ita.

"No," He said in a soft voice.

"As for you anywhere, almost half an hour Mom waited, you little boy if told you never really."

Finish your story He, hit by your mother's deadly spray.

Why is this tumben boy diem not answering, Inner Mak Ita.

"Why you boy,"

"Huaa ... Mom,"

He immediately hugged his mother, but the one in the hug instead of returning his embrace, even scratching his head which was in the sense of not itching, and occasionally frowning his forehead.