Neighbor Ko' Gitu?!
And finally! (2)

"Will the girls come home from work and who is it?" Ask the mama who immediately greeted me with Adzi at the door and then let Adzi to enter.

"Know Aunty, Om, I'm Adzi." Adzi introduced himself and salim to the same Mom.

"Oh yes, I'm Rana. Nara's Father. You're meeting Nara's office?" Said the father who greeted Adzi well.

"Not dong sir. I'm with the same Adzi gini period called temen. Dong's girlfriend!"

Saying I deliberately emphasize the word 'boyfriend' so that Mas Dikta as Asya heard.

But it must be horrifying.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah, the end of the child. Mana kasep deui kabogoh na" (Alhamdulillah Ya Allah, my son finally did it too, where his girlfriend is handsome too).

Do you know who said that? Who else wouldn't be Mamah. While the response of the Father was just a smile like I was tempted.

Compared inversely with the same response of the same Mamah Mr, Mas Dikta just as Asya compact his face like a shock. I want to laugh when I look at her expression. But quickly Mas Dikta instantly turned flat again. While Asya, I really don't know why she even more cynical when I know I'm dating Adzi.

"Oh yes Dzi, know this Mas Dikta, and this is Asya his son, the neighbor I told you about." I introduced Adzi to them.

"I'm Adzi, Nara's boyfriend." Adzi said that he looked very carefully he deliberately put in the word 'girlfriend' to Mas Dikta the same Asya. I like him more because he thinks of me.

"Dikta, and this is my son Asya." Say Mas Dikta calmly. Adzi is just a mangosteen.

"Tante, Om, I can't wait a long time. It's malem." Said Adzi who immediately say goodbye to the same Mamah Father.

"Lho why rush at kasep. Mah nyantai weh helaan here. Play it here." Said the Mamah who was still not satisfied to see my handsome boyfriend.

"Yes. And just arrived." You follow the words of the Mamah.

"Other time, Auntie to play."

"Jaudah is awaited by his kasep. Oge come here often! If you need to bring a big family directly." Said the Mamah casually.

Mama is like that. Just this afternoon I was dating him, even told to bring the Adzi family directly here. I really want to have a ghost.

"Haha yes my aunt tried to play here often." Adzi said that chimed in the words of the Mamah with a joking tone.

"Let's all say goodbye. Assalamu'alaikum." He continued and he salim again to the same Mamah Father. While to Mas Dikta the same Asya just a mangosteen.

"Wa'alaikumussalam case. Be careful." Said the Mamah.

"Let's get anther to the front of the gate." Say it while holding Adzi's hand in front of them all.

I am the same Adzi who wants to step up. Suddenly Asya act that makes me embarrassed not overbearing.

"Don't hold that hand! Not muhrim. Off-load!" Asya said while misahin my hand with Adzi.

Campit emang si Asya. And I writhe response Mas Dikta even want to laugh but like held back. A huge mess! Don't you have the same child! Both keep spraining!

"Yes with papa dong, the same guy as this girlfriend Sya." I thickened Asya's speech with a sewot tone. And the response of the same Mamah Father also diem continues, no one believes me at all.

"Tante Engga ever saw ya? The word ustadz ngga can handle the same hand that is not muhrim. Sins Auntie, sinaa." He said it made me more embarrassed.

"Haha." Adzi even laughs and makes Asya even more cynical to me.

"Emang Aunt what's the story about me and Papa?" This is a very pockmark! I want to know about adult business.

"He said-"

"Udah-already do not dususin Dzi. He'd love to keep kepo." I cut Adzi and Asya's words even mayun.

"Yes, I went home, Nar. You don't need my anther by the gate. It's just diem here. Don't be in the gang either. That kid's afraid of getting more and more, haha." Adzi said in a slightly low tone.

He also left immediately after saying that. And right after Adzi's car left, I talked to Asya.

"You are Mah Sya, don't look at my seneng very much. Let me just why the hell I'm with Adzi. You're the one who sewed that." I said to Asya cynically.

"That's mah not Auntie's seneng. I told you, the same hand-holding sin that is not muhrim. How anyway. Try asking Grandma the same Grandpa, the same Papa also, really do not say me." It is becoming more and more of its nature.

Only then I want to express his words, Asya even directly to the Mamah, the same Mr. Mas Dikta.

"Sir, Kek, Pah, really, did I say that holding hands with men open the muhrim is sin?"

He really does, deliberately wants to make me lose. Because I also already know the Mamah, the same Mr. Mas Dikta would definitely say yes.

"Yes can't be darling. That sin. Should be married right away. So that we may sin."

The Mamah who supported Asya. Wonderful, it was just like that srek Adzi, uh now even so support Asya.

"See Aunt. Don't date the aunt. Let's sin too." Asya said with a deliberately puffed up chest sign she won a landslide from me.

"Yes you mah. Yesterday, I just wanted to keep me old. Now it's my turn to have a boyfriend and I'm told to break up."

"Loh I didn't say break up Tan. It was his aunt who concluded it herself."

What a difference does a boy make!

"Just like Asyaaa!!" I was frustrated with a little boy named Asya. Cape me if the same debate him, always want to win even though by turning the facts.

Which I'm more frustrated too, Mas Dikta why diem aja. Don't tell his son to do it.

"Haven't fuss at all. It's malem." Si Mamah mediates my debate with Asya.

"Yaudah Om, Auntie, I am the same Asya also want to go home. Thanks again for this."

Oh abis dapet souvenirs from the Mamah Mr. anyway.

"Don't want to stay here, huh? Or is it here, yeah?" Said the Mamah.

"Haha ingga aunty, my house people deket too. Come on Asya we'll go home." Mas Dikta then woke up and took Asya.

"Come pah. Assalamu'alaikum Nek, Cake, and Aunt the grumpy-tempered continues." He said while he was tongue-tinning at me. I'm going back!

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Amit-amit if I get to have model children. Don't be confused how dizzy. Say me in my heart.

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