My Naughty Uncle's
Story of Bu Lidya

A few weeks later.

At Bu Lidya's residence, Ze was sitting in a chair in the kitchen while helping to cut some vegetables that would later be cooked by Bu Lidya. While Bu Lidya himself was busy preparing his cooking tools.

"Mom" said Ze, occasionally glancing at his mother.

"Hmm" muttered Bu Lidya.

"May I ask you something? But promise me yes, you can't be angry with me" Ze said with a faint smile.

"Ask what? And why should you be angry?" asked Bu Lidya while linking her two eyebrows.

"Here you go, Mom." Ze grabs Bu Lidya's hand then invites her to sit down together. Ms. Lidya also complied and then sat next to Ze.

"What?"

"Look, Mom. I love to watch Om Harold. Somehow every time he met Mom, I felt something was different from him" Ze said.

"Different how do you mean?" Bu Lidya linked his eyebrows while watching Ze closely.

"The way Om Harold looked at Mom, the way he looked at Mom, and the way he behaved looked different, Mom. She looks so sweet with Mom. I think Om Harold likes Mom, huh," Ze explained.

It turned out that Bu Lidya's expression was beyond Ze's expectations. Instead of being angry, the woman laughed softly and her face looked blushing at that moment. "Oh my goodness, Ze. You pay attention to people until it is that detailed" said Bu Lidya in between her laughter.

"But that's right, isn't it? Harold likes Mom, right?" ask Ze who is getting curious now.

"Ehm, I don't know now. But first, yes. Om Harold and your father used to love Mom, both" said Ms. Lidya while blushing in shame.

"Well, seriously?!" peekik Ze's. "They're that scramble, the trus that won Dad, is that it?" Ze's curiosity is becoming more and more. He even forgot his job of chopping vegetables for them to cook today.

"Trus, what happened to Om Harold after Mom chose the late Dad? Was she disappointed in you?" Ze asked more and more and made Bu Lidya bend her face.

"Ish, this is you, Ze! Like journalists, the questions are endless. Already, continue to cut the vegetables. You want to eat some chicken soup, don't you?" sahut Bu Lidya's.

"Yes-yes, huh. But, while telling a story, Mom. I wonder about it. If you don't tell me later, I'm afraid my handsome dede ileran."

Lidya's mom poked her lips. "Where is there such a thing? That's what you want. But all right, I'll tell you," replied Ms. Lidya.

"Great, so donk, ma'am." Ze resumed his task, chopping up the vegetables lined up on the table while putting his ears up well.

"Mom was faced with a difficult choice. I know the consequences, if I had chosen your late father, Harold would have been very disappointed and vice versa. After much thought, I finally chose your late father. Harold was very disappointed after knowing that. Harold suddenly became quiet and after our wedding day, Harold disappeared without any news" said Bu Lidya with a sad face. There was regret on his face at that moment.

"Until finally Om Harold became what it is today huh, Mom? Well, that means Om Harold became a mafia because of Mom, donk," Ze chirped without being filtered first.

One cleaned carrot seed went into Ze's mouth. Ze chuckled because at this moment his mother looked annoyed at him. "You are, Ze. By the way like the ceplas-ceplos," muttered Bu Lidya.

"Well, that's right. Om Harold desperately chose to enter the black world after Mom decided to marry his sister, right?"

"Eh, where there is. The two of them are already dark from the sonna" said Bu Lidya as he poked his lips.

"Well, how can you?!" peekik Ze's. "So, Om Harold and the late Father had indeed entered into that world before even knowing Mom?" asked Ze with round eyes.

"Yes, like that. But your father chose to quit after we got married. However, unfortunately it was only temporary," Lirih Bu Lidya.

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