Perverted : Terror!
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Ting. keg...

(Loud door bell ringing)

Cklek...

"Please enter indra. I'm waiting in the living room." Greet a middle-aged woman as soon as she opens the door for us.

"Yes. Thanks to bi." Indra reply.

"Crazy! It's also his house." Mumbles.

"Come git. Baitan we're in." Take indra. I followed my senses' footsteps immediately.

"No need to take a hand! I can still see the path of pe'a." I said as the senses continued to pull my arm.

"Hehehe. The road is rich. Too often."

"Huffd.."

We also walked through a house that was quite luxurious and beautiful. If you look around, maybe the price of all the furniture can be to buy one house and its contents. Hehe. The bottom of my village. Hehehe.

In a short time, finally me and my senses are now sitting in front of Aunt Yani who looks no less glamorous. The sound of the ringing jumbo-sized and in the tens is enough to describe himself as a person who has been truly successful and certainly rich. I also saw the drastic change of Aunt Yani with her current condition.

"So you're the son of the late Mr. Yono?" Aunty Yani asked with a smile. Not to forget, two glasses of iced syrup in front of me and my senses.

"Yes ma'am, uh aunt." I answered a little for a little daydreaming.

"Call me aunt. What was your name?" Connect aunt Yani.

"I'm a Gita aunt." I replied with a bow. Aunt Yani's short skirt makes me a little weird on my own. Have all the rich lost their shame? My inner.

"There is a. Which again needs energy. His name is Mr. Dito and his wife is Sandra. They're both great auntie's best friends. But..." Aunt Yani.

"Emmm... It's been... You're ready to work? And if you are restless, come here tomorrow morning. But this works in the Semarang area. Pretty far from here. Are you still interested?" Tukas aunty Yani.

"Well, aunt is okay. Whatever I want. Halal auntie origin. But, if it's that far away how will I go home?" My word. Even though I really need money, but I can't bear it if I have to leave the symb in the house. Who dong will help the symbol.

"Later you can talk to Mr. Dito and Ms. Sandra directly. They are good people. Royal again if the same employee. Pretty deck, the salary is mediocre. At most it's only 3 hours a month." Reply aunt Yani.

Hearing the word 3jt, I gulped down my own saliva. Aunty lightly talked about 3jt money while I myself had never held that much money. The standard of the rich is very different.

"May I talk first not aunty same my symbok. I'd like permission to be a symbol too." My speech.

"Can. Later malem if you want to come here is also not any deck. Nginep here first. Let the morning can be fresh later all at the same pick up Mr. Dito. Let him come by later. You see, he's not far from this village anymore." Reply to aunt Yani while blinking one of her eyes flirtatious.

"Basar auntie flirtatious! Deserve the senses." My name is in my heart.

"Where's deck? Even dreamy. Hehehe" Tukas aunty Yani because I just fell silent.

"Tante is already the same as you. Wlee." Ledek aunty Yani while sticking out her tongue.

"Something's wrong with both of them! Edan!" My mind is in my heart.

"Jude tan. We both go home first. I will be calling again later tonight. Thanks." My pamit. Don't forget I nudged my senses arm to get out of Aunt Yani's house.

After saying goodbye I was then intersected by the senses until safe until the front of the house. But indra did not stop by my house first again because he said he had other business. I also say yes my best friend who I think does have a temperament quite difficult to guess like him.

Inside my house, or rather this hut of my reot, the sound of the azan ashar afternoon just reverberated. In this kitchen chair as well, I again thought about the main problem I was facing. How to say goodbye to the symb? Can I leave him alone? Then do I have to accept a tempting offer with a salary that is quite large, if I do not take it, how do I pay the debt on the ugly sneak? What decision should I make?

"Mother. Why are you dreaming? So the greeting symbol is not answered?" Scrambled my shoulder from behind. The soft voice I always missed.

"Ehh. simbok ngagetin aja." My answer.

"Have you eaten, son?" Say a soft symbol while removing a packet of oil paper from black plastic that he brought.

"What is mbok?" Ask wonder.

"It's fried chicken. It was at the place of the hajj sir, who worked there at this buyin, all of whom were bought for lunch. So symbok take it home just let it eat you as adek-adek you." Say soft symb.

"Why is it still intact mbok? Don't eat the food?" I was surprised when I saw a piece of chicken that was still intact.

"So simbok already eat lalapan the same sambelnya tok. The chicken is for you just as good. The standby is full." Simbok.

"Hufffttttt. mbok, I was actually in bargain work but, the place is far in Semarang there mbok. His salary is huge mbok. If I'm ready, I'm told to leave in the morning. But honestly, I don't have the heart if I leave the symbok in the village alone. I really don't have the heart." My words hold the nelangsa in the heart.

"Mother. The stand is okay. If you fit the cooperation, comfortable, the symbol is not prohibited. Symbolic prayers are always for you."

"But mbok..."

"Here is ayu. Don't sad. You are still young. You are a tough woman. You are big, you have to be strong and you can decide what is right and wrong. You have to be able to determine your own path. Not forever you are living the same life. One day you will also be held captive by a man who will be your priest. One day, you will also join your husband. You have to learn independently. You have a right to seek your own future." Simbok.

"It's honey. Bring this for your supplies tomorrow. Don't know how much this is. But this good thing can get your grip there." Connect symbok while offering two pieces of money twenty thousand.

"No mbok, this makes the same symbol for the snack. I don't need to mbok." I refused the money. The money earned from wages worked all day in the garden of the hajj sir.

"Simbok will feel very disappointed if you refuse to give the symbol. This is all that can be a symbol of love. Simbok please nduk. Accept it." Pinta.

"What if I bring this money? How's the jajan coming?" My protest is still reluctant to bring the only money in the symbology.

"Besok kan simbok is still working in the Hajj sir. Bring the money, son. Pursue your ideals my son. Simbok can only help you with prayer." Simbok.

No more words out of these lips. Just a soft flowing strand of feeling from two shades of silk that glowed like diamonds. Warm as pure as the love of a mother. I'm lucky to still have you mbok. You continue to love me despite the shortcomings that continue to embrace life. You are a lamp in the heartbreak that is in the midst of vacillating doubt.

I hugged the thin body of the woman who 25 years ago gave birth to me into this harsh world. I kissed her cheek. Even if I give him a mountain of gold, it's like there's nothing compared to the genuine love and affection he always pours out on me and my two sisters.

"I promise to make you happy. Sure is!" My mind is full of berserk.