
"Who's the storm!!" fauziah muttered. The girl shifted her blanket violently. Wearing a simple headscarf and then to the balcony. Instantly his jaw hardened to see the view in front of the porch of his house.
"Hey ...! So you guys are fussing over there ... Look out ...!!" shouts Fauziah. He returned to the room intending to go down to some boca who were playing marbles on the porch of the house.
"Do they think our house is a children's garden!" the scolding all the way down the stairs. He took a broom in the backyard, intending to bully the children into going or playing somewhere else. When he came back and left the house, his eyes widened.
"Andriiiiii .... Are you tired of living ...! Quick down!! Astaghfirullah .." cried Fauziah when he found a little boy named Andri sitting on a branch of a mango tree.
A little boy named Andri came down. He managed to drop some ripe mangoes. Even his other friends, who played marbles with him also kept some mangoes in their bags.
"Sister, if you want to eat, just take it. No need to be angry" Andri said innocently.
"Yes, Brother take five" said Fauziah. He took 5 large mangoes.
Andri pouting. "Sister cheated" he protested.
"Do you want a brother? If you are not sincere, you are sinful. Eating illegal goods" said Fauziah scare nakuti.
"Ikhlasin aja" whispered Andri's friend, Ridwan his name.
"Yes, Ziah's sister is surgical with Mommy Santi" said Kiki who also whispered in Andri's ear. No matter how small their voices are, Fauziah still hears them.
"Lumayan for rujak" murmured Fauziah slowly. He enters the house leaving Andri, Ridwan and Kiki.
Without Fauziah noticing, his attitude was seen by Aqmal who happened to be on the second floor of the house. Aqmal could only shake his head at Fauziah's childish attitude. That girl could scare a kid.
Aqmal turned around dragging his steps into the room. He misses his future wife. Since this morning the girl in front of her house did not turn on her cell phone. This time it is active. It is enough to let go of longing even if only through messages.
"This kid accidentally deactivated his phone or what?" muttered Aqmal annoyed.
She is a widower, but often acts like an ABG. As before, when Fauziah behaved inappropriately, Aqmal was upset about it. Although he himself knew the cause of the change, but still, Aqmal did not like Fauziah to ignore it. Not wanting to make Fauziah feel played, Aqmal chose to wait for Fauziah to graduate school and he came to ask the girl. But long before Fauziah graduated, Aqmal and his family had come to propose to Fauziah. And the proposal was unbeknownst to Fauziah. Yes, Mother Santi accepted the proposal without the knowledge of her daughter. And last night, Aqmal's arrival at Fauziah's house, in addition to dinner he also had an important purpose.
At Fauziah's house, the girl was peeling mangoes in the kitchen. Masako, red chili, soy sauce and hotcakes are readily available on the table.
"It was raving during the day" murmured Fauziah happily.
Elsewhere, at Grandma Fauziah's house. Many neighbors started coming. There are even some mothers began to borrow kitchen tools owned by young men and women in the form of large pans, large basins, glasses, small spoons, large spoons, and other kitchen tools.
"San, Fauziah knows, right?" ask Grandma.
Mother Santi chuckled. "Yet. But I don't worry. I am Mother and her best friend Ziah. I know the child's feelings towards Aqmal" Mother Santi said.