Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Jealous

Violin nyuekin Dion for the rest of the night. He really enjoyed the atmosphere. Talk to those young people

Throw silly jokes at each other.

Sing together with the scramble of Pizza and cola (Vio actually orders online dong).

Dion himself was just sitting wryly under an evergreen tree which happened to have a wooden bench under it, while folding his arms.

What makes Violin quite surprised is that it turns out the children are not 'ordinary' children'.

Most of them are children of fishermen, but their education is not playful.

Bima himself is still pursuing his post-graduate medical education at UGM.

The smallest of them is still high school and also a swimming athlete named Mira.

Or who holds a Bayu guitar, business-literate young man. While in college while developing his dry chili powder business.

Also Salsa, this cheerful guy likes to create content that educates agriculture in the sand.

There are many other great kids too.

One thing that amazes Vio is that they compactly will not leave this village. Strong determination to develop and advance his hometown.

It is worth a thumbs up, considering there are still many children from the village who flock to try their luck in the big city.

If all the young people leave their village, then who will advance this village?

The potential for success is still wide open. They can be bosses, bosses or entrepreneurs more cool.

In this one chat Dion looks interested, finally he joined, while snacking grilled fish he also had time to give tips and tricks ala Dion which is no doubt experience.

Finally they mingle, share, question and answer are equally motivating.

Only after midnight did they disperse, returning to their homes. Don't forget selfi was bestiii...

Salsa said it was their first time here until midnight. Usually before eleven o'clock I was expelled the patrons.

Gosh, these kids, the brand doesn't know yet, eleven o'clock in the capital, the youngsters are still waiting for the midnight sale. Not to lose to her mother.

Here at eleven o'clock he was sent home with his father.

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Mbah Putri was originally named Nawangsih Panuntang, tall skinny with natural clean skin. At the age of this advanced he prefers farming. Work with his tanamanya rather than join the PKK.

He was always excited when someone called him Mbah. Though according to Vio Mbah Putri is better suited to the call of Oma.

Not because Mbah's call is not good, but see the physical mbahnya, well you know yes between Mbah and Oma.

Cooking is also her hobby. Although ART at home is too much, about ten people. Mbah keep cooking alone for Mbah Kakung.

Use a wood-fired furnace, not a gas stove or electric stove.

So in this house the kitchen is separated between a clean kitchen and a dirty kitchen.

Do not ask what kind of dirty kitchen made by Atmanegara. What is clear is that the legs are made to resemble a European-style fireplace.

There is a low table with teak wood and gold-plated bale-bale.

Jugs where drinking water, vessels, cauldrons are all imported from the best pottery craftsmen in the city of Jogja.

Beloved right? Smoke will last a long time in the kitchen.

Overused?

Indeed indeed!

His name is Atmanegara. He kept his promise not to take away memories, but to replace them with more classy ones.

Honestly, Atmanegara did not like to remember his difficult childhood memories, except for the part while waiting for his mother to cook in the kitchen.

He would curl up in a bale-bale while watching his mother.

He always misses.

The tongue can not lie, food cooked with a cauldron on a firewood stove does have its own taste.

Served on a pottery plate, eaten by hand.

He always missed the taste of the food. Especially his mother's. People say, mother's cooking is always good.

Because it is made with love. A secret spice that is not available in any restaurant.

He is an introvert, obviously. But so well known actually Mbah Putri is quite chatty anyway, Hehehe...

Inversely comparable with Mbah Kakung who is friendly and supple. His face always seemed to be smiling despite being in silent mode.

Her hair was still black with one-two gray hair. At first Vio thought Mbah's hair in the paint was so durable black.

But said Mbah Putri it was natural black. Whoa... OTW requests a prescription from Mbah.

Atmanegara is a combination of both. High body with dry muscles are clay, with clean skin typical of Indonesia, natural black hair, clearly physical more to his father.

If the cynicism is still a mystery, somehow nyidam mother kecin what until the mouth of her son so tajem it.

No one knows about his past except his mother.

As it is today, the morning of Atmanegara time and the group say goodbye.

Mbah Putri Nawangsih Panuntuk kissed the child's face just in front of everyone.

This is a new sight for Violin, her own son.

His father looks ordinary, also Rion who seems to have often seen this scene.

But not for Vio.

It is like finding the other side of Atmanegara. There was a warmth covering his chest seeing his father had been raised with the love of both parents.

He glanced at Rion who was standing not far from him.

"Is it true that Papa always ignored Mama, Om?" Violin asked without taking her eyes off this epic scene in front of her.

He had heard that a man who loves his mother will never hurt his partner.

Yang Vio knew all this time the Mama-Papanya relationship was not good. Mama's busy, her dad's crazy for work. Like they have their own world.

Rion smiled sinisterly behind his sunglasses.

"All I know is that there is no man as cute as your father in this world" he replied, his eyes pointing towards the same object as Violin.

Violin looked at Rion with a wondering look.

"West boils, your father stuck to where your mother went. Difficult in the ilanginnya, it makes a gatel. If your mama could be in your pocket, of course that's what you'd do."

Jidat Vio is growing.

"But all this time they look busy each other."

"That's what you saw?"

"Even a few times I..." Almost Violin trespassed about her who several times saw Mama street with her former in-laws.

The word violin just hangs.

"Your diamonds go to Switzerland, if you don't go around, it won't happen, Vio."

"So they ignored me..." Lirih Vio while looking down, he was a bit embarrassed to complain about this when he was this old.

But the only one who can answer it might be Rion.

How could Atmannegara ignore it? Look how Mbah Putri and Mbah Kakung loved his father. Can't he learn from Mbah?

The Rion positioned his body standing firmly in front of Violin, his hand held nailed to the pants moved to Vio's head, gently shuffling Vio's hair.

For Rion who has been a long-time dedengkot Atmanegara, Vio still he considers a child. Like his own nephew.

"You will soon be troubled by your father's affection." Rion smiled warmly.

"They love you in a way, believe me..."

That was Rion's answer. He left Vio at his place and got into the car.

From the corner of his eyes, Rion saw Dion watching them with hardened jaws.

Rion smirked in satisfaction.

Without realizing it there are other eyes that look dislike towards them.

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