The Marriage Tragedy Mixed
Chapter 8. Vegetable Tragedy.

Mas Soleh the traveling greengrocer that morning, as usual, became the center of a crowd of complex mothers. He patiently listened to their words.

Not only babbling, but sometimes even the coachman debate without settlement.

For example, the debate between Bu Galuh and Yu Prapti is ongoing at this time, with the theme that is just that every day. Proud of each other and dropping each other.

Mas Soleh and the mothers of his vegetable clients just listened without daring to interrupt the discussion more like a quarrel.

"Your daughter, that bule, why do you still live here, to? Is Jana not brought to live in a luxury apartment what luxury housing, so? So, how come you don't buy a car? Or renovate the old house?"

The debate was opened by Yu Prapti, with his mouth as spicy as Mas Soleh's chili. "Say, you're kayaaa?"

Galuh mumbled, splashed cynically. "Indeed the rich in their home country. His legacy is numerous, being processed. That's if you know how much my manaput wealth is worth, semaput. Indeed, where is the tobacco manager who said he had proposed Asih, never to be seen again. Don't let your son be left behind."

Yu Parti grieves. "The tobacco has been cut off just as clean. Now her boyfriend is richer. Office man. Managing the housing project."

"That's a builder, Yu Prapti?" Miss Galuh giggled while closing her mouth. The other mothers seemed to be holding back smiles.

"Weeelah, just haphazardly there when you say. It's good for the builders. That's a loh who likes to push the project to the building. Depko .. depcollector. Well, that's .. deplector."

"Developer, Yu Prapti." A young mother interrupted, correcting Yu Prapti's words.

"Hayoo take itu," said Yu Prapti.

The real Galuh Bu did not know the meaning at all, laughing disparagingly. It made Yu Prapti's heart even hotter. Coincidentally Jana appeared from inside the house and is now turning on the engine of the motor. Sneaky slanted smile Yu Prapti tebit. He has new materials.

"Eh, Ma'am Galuh, it's Jana, why bother working, to? She said her husband was rich. Why still work with a salary ndak how much. If my son, Asih, just dated, already can not work. Her needs are met with her boyfriend. Just became a girlfriend, Mom-mom. Especially being a husband, right?" The woman asked for the support of faithful mothers listening to the colossal drama Yu Prapti and Bu Galuh, even though the shopping event that morning was over.

However, they pretended to still be sifting through groceries. At the end, Mas Soleh merchandise because it is too much held-hold.

"Yo different my son is the same kid there. If Jana, even though her husband is rich, but does not have a mental begging, is not the capital asingkingin rich Asih?" Galuh raised both eyebrows. It seemed like the debate had already begun towards a more personal realm.

"Eeeh, what is my son longiiittt?!" Yu Prapti ignited his emotions. His eyes glared at Bu Galuh who was blasting his lips while moving his chin.

"Well, that was that which directly said that the child was anuu. Yeah, to, Mas Soleh?" Bu Galuh asked for support from the vegetable maker who had just been dumbfounded. "Fruit fell not far from the tree, to? It's also the widow of gatel."

"Well, you can't let this mouth sit there." Yu Prapti came forward and grabbed the collar of negligent Bu Galuh. All that was there cried out in panic.

Some immediately broke up Bu Galuh and Yu Prapti who had scratched and grabbed each other. While Mas Soleh immediately secured his vegetable cart which he put on the motorcycle seat.

Jana, who was guiding her motorcycle out of the yard, immediately drove it and rushed towards the arena of her mother and her neighbor's dispute.

"Can't you, ma'am? Shame on you, deh. Rich little boy, you know?" Jana dragged her mother into the yard. From the door appeared Mr. Yanto-his father, who was moved.

"What's up, Mom? Did you hear a fuss from outside?" ask Mr. Yanto while looking at the side of the road. There was Yu Prapti who was cursing at his wife while brandishing her fist.

"That's a widow gatel. He started it." Like a child, Galuh complained to her husband.

Pak Yanto shook his head slowly. Conflict between his wife and next door neighbors is not new to him. He was so lazy to take care of that. "Already, Jana .. you go to work. Your mother let me take care of you" she asked the princess.

"Yes, sir, Jana worked first, huh?" Jana grabs the back of the father's hand and kisses him. Then do the same to your mother.

Mr. Yanto hurriedly pushed Bu Galuh's back into the house when the wife was about to summon Yu Prapti who was still opening the way of the dispute.

"Here you go, come in, ma'am. Don't keep on fighting." Mr. Yanto closed the door of the house tightly. Even locked.

"People are, yes, rich. His mouth was no filter," said Galuh, unaware that he was the same.

"No need to extend it, ma'am."

Galuh snorted in annoyance. Her lips tucked to and fro indicating that she disagreed with her husband's words.

How not to be extended if his neighbor the widow gatel Prapti, provoking his emotions continue.

"My handsome darling daughter-in-law hasn't woken up yet, has she?" asked Bu Galuh while looking at the door of Jana's room.

"It doesn't seem like it, Mom." The look on Mr. Yanto's face was a little different when Ms. Galuh mentioned Joshua.

"Yowes let it go. I'm cooking now. Let's just say that Nak Joshua wakes up to have breakfast." Ma'am Galuh got up from her seat and headed for the kitchen. Not to forget he snatched the plastic containing groceries that had not forgotten he brought, although he had a dispute with Yu Prapti.

After Bu Galuh left for the kitchen to start his cooking activities, Mr. Yanto was stunned to see his daughter's room whose door was still tightly closed. Inside the room was Joshua-sang's son-in-law, who was still sound asleep.

Some days actually Mr. Yanto started thinking about the son-in-law. Especially with the princess, Jana. His daughter works every day slamming bones, with a salary that is not much. In the past, before marriage, his salary was always partially saved. Some of Jana spend for needs like a single girl.

Some time ago, Jana complained her savings began to drain. In addition, Jana also has an installment of the game device he bought for Joshua.

Mr. Yanto felt there was something a little strange about his son-in-law. Joshua doesn't have any money at all?

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