The Cry of a Son-in-law
Unmistaken
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"Mboooooo!" exclaim Sri, call the art assigned to guard the villa.
"Geez, this is a villa not a forest. Mama called out to me screaming, as if she were away from me. That's right, mah!" maulana's grouser is now entering the living room, where there is already another family sitting there.
"The reality is far from my mom. The proof has not been here yet! Make nyamperin mama! This must be the guy to bed! The job assistant is not a bitch!" sri grumbled with annoyance.
Dewi looked at Maulana flirtatiously, but her gaze turned cynical as she looked at Safinta, "You're getting handsome, Lana! But why is your taste in choosing a lowly wife that is!" cibir Goddess.
Maulana who sat beside Safinta, linked her fingers with Safinta's fingers, "For me, Safinta is the perfect woman, when compared to any woman. Only Safinta is the woman in my heart! Not so, baby!" said Maulana with a loving gaze, several times landed into the cup on the back of Safinta hand that he held.
Pok pok.
Raya cheered with applause, "This is just me! Very poetic! Kudu learn this for deketin guys, ahahhaha." He laughed to himself with his words.
Sri stared at the raya, "Good God, where it was the girl who was chasing the guy. Why are you turning it around anyway! Where's your pride, baby!" sulcan Sri's.
Raya's reaction as if mocking the mama and Goddess, "What? Didn't I hear wrong, Mah? Mama says where's the price on the girl chasing the boy? Then where is the pride of the Goddess who continues to pursue, kaka kaku?"
As if struck by the words of his own daughter, Sri turned her attention to when the mbok, the art that was expected to finally appear before him.
"You're from wherever you are, mbok! I've been calling you since! Your ears are deaf?" sumpul Sri with eyes glared towards mbok, the middle-aged woman, who had to walk had already bowed.
Safinta looked pityfully at the art, gosh I think the art that's in your mama's and papa's work, is young. It turns out that it's old, this mah should have been unshaken feet, pity this grandmother. Where are the son and daughter-in-law? Why at this age is still allowed to work?
"What's up, baby? What are you thinking? Tell me that?" asked Maulana attentively.
"Good big lady. Is there another mistress?" ask the mbok politely.
"Make a drink first, mbok! Remember that, not for long! I'm thirsty!" cibir Goddess.
"Well Madam" said the mbok who then headed to the kitchen, to bring her employer a drink.
"I'm helping the mbok, is it okay?" Safinta asked Maulana for permission, with a pleading gaze.
Maulana smiled her smile, your heart is indeed very noble, dear! It's not wrong that I propose you as my wife, my life partner, the mother of my children!
"Of course you can, baby!" Maulana rubs Safinta's head lovingly.
"Thank you ka!" Safinta got up from her seat, swinging her footsteps towards the kitchen.
"Based on babuuu's soul!" sulkan Goddess.
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