Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
Charm Mama Disha

“Assalamu aleikum, Mr. Bintang” heard a melodious voice greeting from behind Father and Mr. Star. Both turned and were flabbergasted. Raisa, Disha's mother, is already famous as an artist. But only this time Father and Mr. Star met in person. And it turns out that Disha's mother is very beautiful. A few seconds both of them were just flabbergasted staring at the beautiful face of his mother Disha. Father who realized first. Surely Disha's mom wants to talk about last month's events. Dad didn't want to make things awkward, so decided to join Mom, and Mama Aira.

“About last month's events. Forgive my mother. I know the words Mother has hurt Mr” continued Mama Disha.

“Ah, it's okay ma'am. All parents will definitely protect their favorite child with all their might. I should be the one apologizing. It's not usual for Aira to be naughty like that. It looks like Aira is also so to protect her beloved” said Mr. Bintang while throwing a look at Aira, Ali and his wife. His old weakness is not gone. He was still unable to look into the eyes of the beautiful woman while speaking before her. Mr. Star is still afraid his guts dim all. Not being able to speak the next words. Mama Aira felt the gaze of her husband. The radar started to light up, keeping an eye on whether his beloved was okay.

“Thank God if you can understand. Can be understood by the words of my mother who likes it. Maybe you already know that Disha's father died a long time ago. I had to be busy outside the house to meet Disha's needs. Disha's parenting business at home everything I leave to Mom. Poor Mother, must take care of children at her old age. Maybe he is often tired, so when talking so less control” continued Mama Disha.

What the hell is this. I ‘kan not a student anymore. I've become a father of a daughter. Cook should still be afraid to see the woman in his eyes as he spoke. “And you have a mother who raised Disha at home, Disha will still be a beautiful child, sholehah as now. Not much has changed. Maybe just a little different culture with most Indonesians who have a lot of pleasantries. If I don't guess wrong, Grandma still seems to be of European descent ya” said Mr. Bintang while looking into the eyes of Mama Disha closely.

“Betul, Sir. My grandfather was from Norway. Grandma used to Attach Indonesia to Norway. They married and decided to stay there. My mother spent her childhood there. Until finally Grandpa died, Mother joined Grandma to Indonesia.”

“Nah..true ‘kan. Seen from his eyes. The eyes of Grandma, Mother and Disha are the same. Bright green like young shoots doused in twilight light. It should be that with such beautiful eyes, no man could be offended by his words. Even arguably, no matter”

“KYIAAA!!”

Suddenly the stars screamed. Suddenly the whole hall turned its gaze towards Pak Bintang. Mr. Rangga is one of them. He immediately realized what had happened to his old friend and rushed towards Pak Bintang.

“Adduh.. Apaan ‘sih Ma..”kata Pak Bintang while rubbing his stomach. It seemed that she was unaware that Mama Aira was approaching her from behind. Mama Aira's pinch seemed to have met the target.

“Kok can-can still why, Hah”

“Waah.. can finally get together here huh. Thank you, Ms. Raisa, for attending. It must be difficult to prepare his time in the midst of the busyness of mother. But that's what we need to do for the sake of our children” said Mr. Rangga who did not appear from where. His burning spirit wants to save Mr. Bintang, his old friend.

“True Sir. Unfortunately what I did was nothing compared to what other mothers have done for their children. Hopefully this is enough for Disha to be happy. I can't pick her up every day like other moms' mothers” Mama Disha replied.

“Alhamdulillaah, I hope we can all have fun together at this event, get acquainted, forgive each other. If there is any behavior of our children that is not pleasing, I hope it is not put to the heart. Slowly we fix together”, continued Mr. Rangga. He still thinks that the uproar was a result of a dispute between Aira and Disha last month. Mama Disha realized what was in Mr. Rangga's mind.

“Oh.. Thank God, there is no problem. Disha and Aira got along again. Cook us parents still issue” response Mama Disha.

“Yes, her kids are getting along. His father, precisely keganjenan!” Sambar mama Aira's. But his finger to the stomach of Mr. Star failed to meet the target.

“Ooo.. ha ha” Mr. Rangga only responded with an amused laugh. It turned out that the problem wasn't as bad as he thought.

“Ratna, Kiky was like a nyariin you deh. He was even talking about Handoko's daughter to Sari. Lha. my wife where ngerti”

“Ayok.!” mama Aira said as she dragged her husband.

Dad was just smiling himself observing what had just happened. Suddenly something moved around his feet. I looked down to check. There's a cable being pulled. The other end seemed to have just slipped off the speaker. At the other end, Ustadz Shawab is rolling the cable. Father tried to help by pulling the remaining cables and bringing them closer to Ustadz Shawab, while avoiding being wrapped around the legs of the guests.

“Nah.. yes! I was wondering too. Why this year more champions, the prize is also more expensive” response Dad curious.

“Request His Father Javin. The prize is also he's all who bought”

“Lha.. Javin ‘kan champion first yes. No need to add also his son has got a gift”

“Not for Javin, but make..”

“KYIAAA!!”

The screams sounded again. This time it came out of Mr. Rangga's mouth. Mama Javin looks to be tightening his teeth with his hands stretched out to the waist of Mr. Rangga. Mama Disha, as she was seen in her daily life, smiled sweetly observing her surroundings.

“Apaan sih Ma, our product ‘kan is indeed looking for Brand Ambassador” said Mr. Rangga defend himself.

“Alasaaaan...”tanggap Mama Javin while trying to launch his second pinch. Mr. Rangga this time is better prepared to avoid. Without saying goodbye, she left Mama Disha.

“Mama has actually been waiting for you to pinch for a long time, I don't know who she” Grandma Disha said as she walked closer to Raisa. Disha accompanied her grandmother by holding a favorite participant trophy of the choice of viewers. Disha's English skills are more than enough to make it into the top three of the English Story Telling competition. It's just that his half-bule appearance makes people expect unfair English fluency for Disha. But let it be, the beauty of Disha and her Mama is also unfair to the size of her surroundings. As if the favorite participant's cup has written his name even before the race began.

“Disha Dad ‘kan is dead Ma”

“Eatya, find a new one. Important it! At least for Disha. Let him learn how jealous that can be.”

“Hi hi hi, Mama there is just” sahut Raisa amused. “But you saw ‘kan Disha, how to behave when envied. With your face like this, you need to learn and get used to it, Nak”.

“ha ha ha, good Ma” sahut Disha, conspiring with his mother to seduce his grandmother.

“Not until yesterday it was Disha who was jealous of Aira” said Grandma replied to tease her grandson.

“ih.. when! She's the one, the one jealous of me. ‘And she's the flush I”

“You're jealous because he defended Ali that way. While you don't have anyone you can defend, grandma continued. And it seemed like the words of grandma landed heavily on her granddaughter's heart. Disha's face is pure white so red blushing because of it.

“Ihh.. what the hell nek” sahut Disha while pouting.

“Ah is already grandma. Let's go home”take Raisa. “That you need to remember, Disha! Jealousy is like a double-edged knife. Whether it's you who are jealous or you who are jealous, both can make you hurt” he continued advising Disha.

“So important, stay beautiful, attractive and kind-hearted. That way the universe usually becomes more supportive whatever your plan. Things will be there because people become jealous of you, let it be their business” said Raisa while moving to the exit. Beautiful and elegant as always. Disha followed behind him with the same walking pace. It was as if the central part of the hall leading to the exit was a catwalk courtyard. Grandma could only shake her head to observe the behavior of her grandchildren. And then catch up with them as fast as he can.