My Match in the Hands of Duda Somplak
CHAPTER 43. Bu Rosma And Mak Ita's Plan

"I'm deaf so don't yell." Adi immediately stuffed the rendang-flavored noodles into His mouth.

"Basic jerk, husband has no morals." She berated her husband for being really upset for him.

"You again," while thrusting a spoon toward Adi, said.

"Moh me." (Don't want me)

He refused and walked up the stairs one by one, until he was in the room.

If that pair of couples, every day the fight continues. Another thing with the two besan, seem to get along with each other and there is no quarrel between the two of them, and Miss Rosmah is now visiting her house, yes it's Mak Ita.

"Mak besan, it looks like we have to do something," Ms. Rosmah told Mak Ita.

"What do you mean!" With a confused face Mak Ita chimed in.

"Oh, come on Mak besan, Adi is getting older, and does Mak besan not want to pet a cute tuyul." With anxiety, Miss Rosmah said.

"Where there's tuyul it's funny, which there's serem times." Mak Ita replied with a shudder in horror at imagining the tuyul shape itself.

"That's a grandson, a grandson. It's funny we have grandchildren."

"Mak besan these chips can be eaten no," he said again to Mak ita.

"Don't eat ya Bu besan, it's his chips," Expressionless Mak Ita said, and suddenly made Rosmah's face moody.

If you can't eat why this jar is placed in front of me, it's in the same purotin mulu chips but can't be eaten, base besan stingy. Don't know what? If people stingy the grave will be narrow.

Miss Rosmah cursed in her heart, because it turned out that the iron was stingy.

"Keep for what's put here if you can't eat." Said Miss Rosmah with a lackluster face.

"Create the same genealogy," Mak Ita said with a contrived smile.

"Mom, if it's a jar, a man is nothin. The problem is that the jar, what am I crazy? glaring at each other that's a jar."

H.ha.ha..

Mak Ita laughed, looking at the face of Miss Rosmah who looked upset.

"Eat it, but don't finish the jar enough." Temptation Mak Ita on his besan.

"There is no morality." Maki Bu Rosmah's.

"So how?" Then Mak Ita remembered about the chat that had been cut because of the problem of banana chips so they forgot where their discussion came from.

"There's no idea?" said Ms. Rosmah.

"Nothing, old dates are dead-end brains." Reply Mak Ita, while sipping black coffee and it must taste legi bitter live cake.

Aaaaa.. Miss Rosmah screamed to make Mak Ita apes.

"Why do you think? Look at my face." Mak Ita was really upset with this one person. This is a face not got, Mak Iya.

"Ups, sorry, Mak besan."

In the heart of Ms Rosmah giggled with amusement when she saw her iron face filled with coffee water.

"That's why don't make people hang, look at my face! Fortunately, you are lucky, if not. I hung it on a tree." Sergey Mak ita with a look that has been holding back anger.

"Sorry." Ms. Rosmah apologized for the unexpected incident, because her spontaneous act screamed while Mak Ita was sipping coffee, suddenly he was surprised and unexpectedly the cup containing coffee on his ladder, as a result spilled filled the face of Mak Ita.

"Basar besan has no ethics, it could be because the action finally my face to the coffee flush, annoying." Mak Ita went into the bathroom to clean up the spilled coffee in front of her and her clothes, as a result this morning Mak ita took a bath twice.

A FEW MOMENTS LATER.

Mak Ita just finished cleaning and now she found her iron again.

Surprised, definitely. Because only ten minutes later, the banana chips in the jar disappeared.

Do not ever eat, to the extent, rich people kok (gragas) like never eat.

"Eh, besan. Sorry for the chips ludes, the end is delicious."

It's delicious, la wong is free. Umpat Mak Ita, when he saw how shocked he was, saw the chips were toilet by the besan.

"Based on the rich man, can't see the poor man's snack." Ita Mak Utang.

"Well, how's this going?" ask Mak Ita, while putting her butt on the sofa.

"Eh, yes. Why I forgot, Mak besan." Ms. Rosma did not think half a day at the besan's house but did not make plans.

"You where the mind besan, the mouth people do not stop ngunyah, actually Bu besan here it, want to talk about children or want to ride a meal anyway."

Mak Ita began to be upset with his iron behavior, according to him eleven twelve children, equally crazy.

"Feed out Makan's food is delicious." Ms. Rosmah spoke without any hesitation, or embarrassment towards him.

"Well, how about we give them a drink." Miss Rosmah looks serious.

"Drink, drink what does it mean," Mak ita was confused, and Mak Ita did not understand, by linking her eyebrows hoping that her iron would say immediately.

"Oh come on, Mak besan, you just don't understand." Bu Rosmah cried to Mak Ita.

"But I really don't understand." Shrugging his shoulders Mak Ita said.

Then Ms. Rosmah approached and whispered something in Mak Ita's ear.

At once the eyes of Mak Ita seemed to want to get out of place, because they heard what had been said through the whispers of neighbors. Eh a rework, which means whispering something in his ear.😁

"Are you crazy! By giving stimulant drugs." Mak Ita is not out of thought with what is planned by the iron.

"But that's the only way, because I'm sure they haven't been clumsy." Ms. Rosmah was convinced that her son had not yet unsealed the original seal from her son-in-law's body.

"Eum, tell you what, you ask your son if my son has a goal yet, it seems like your words are too awkward! They sleep in the room so where it may not be clumsy. What kind of kid is your son? Your son has started to gray so certainly can stand to see the woman who is rooming with him."

Mak ita is trying to give understanding to Ms. Rosmah, so where might two couples do nothing, and this is already the third month for them to undergo household honors.

Mom Rosma sifted through every word that was said, and it was true that Miss Rosmah thought Adi was a grown man so, there was no way that her child was not clumsy.