Wedding of Yuk Ma'am?!
Bag 3

"Mak Nina, zidan abis oil huh?" yelled Ozil from the living room,

"Still back." Nina replied from the kitchen, Nina walked towards the living room where Ozil who had just bathed Zidan wiped the ten-month-old with a towel.

"Where? It's over!" Ozil showed me an empty bottle of baby oil.

"It's not that Oz, I bought it now, tried to find it at the bottom table of the tv, it was groceries I put there." said Nina in the kitchen doorway with a sotil in her hand.

"oo which bag of crackle items is what?"

"Heeem." Nina returns to the front of the stove when Ozil finds what she's looking for.

Sayup Nina heard Ozil who was talking to Zidan, I don't know what was answered with the baby's typical obscure babble. Nina smiled hearing that. Maybe because Ozil is still the same as the baby, so it's easy for the 18-year-old man to be a friend of Zidan.

Nina flips the fish she fries, as Ozil and Zidan emerge from the kitchen's connecting door.

"Mother! Zidan was handsome and fragrant." cried Ozil imitating the sound of a baby stepping closer by holding Zidan.

Nina looked over and walked over.

"Where's my mother's handsome son?" Nina kissed Zidan's cheek.

"Heeemmm.. scented it turns out. really handsome." Nina was greeted by Zidan.

"Om Ozil is also handsome mother, kiss also donk." seloroh Ozil imitates the baby's style of speech saw his ponak kissed on the cheek by Nina.

"Heeeeeee eeeeemmmmhhh.." Nina's snort pinched Ozil's cheek very anxiously and furiously.

"Aawww... It hurts!! Sister Nina is stingy!" the great-grandson of Ozil.

"Well, play in front of there! Ibuk still fry the fish later hit by oil. "

"Yes" replied Ozil with the baby's speech style. And then glared by holding Zidan who continued to chatter for some reason.

Nina is ready to fry the fish, then make the sambal. Once done, Nina makes tea, she walks for a while to the terrace where Zidan and Ozil are chatting.

"Oz, you want some tea?"

"You Ma'am."

"Okay. just wait."

"Cattern sugar cake yes mba, not sugar." exclaimed Ozil from the terrace.

"Yes Oz, ready."

Before long Nina came out with two glasses of tea, one was somewhat more concentrated, it had Ozil because it was mixed with Aren sugar. Nina placed the tray containing the tea on the terrace table. Play for a while with Zidan, while drinking tea.

"Evening walk" Ozil suddenly asked.

Nina looked at the clock, still at half-five in the afternoon.

Well, walk for a while no papalah, nyenengin Zidan berta. thought Nina.

"Ayookk deh." he said approvingly.

"Yeess... Date sorreee.." exclaimed Ozil holding Zidan. Nina glared, Ozil grinned.

"Mother's key! the key!" Ozil distracts.

"Heeeee eeemmmmmhhhhzzzz" snorted Nina slowly picked up the motor key behind the door.

"More." Throwing a motor key at Ozil and closing the door.

"The rotational seat is mbak." Ozil stater his motorcycle matik.

"Make what?"

"Yes, sit down Zidanlah."

"No need, let me hold Zidan in the middle."

"Don't mbak, Kasian Zidannya." stop Ozil

Nina looked questioningly,

"Yes if in front of the zidan so can see the road mba." Kelit Ozil reasoned.

"No, it's safer if I hold it." Nina took Zidan from Ozil's sling that was already hanging on the bike. Then piggybacking on the back.

"well, don't be hugged." lamented Ozil muttered softly.

"What Oozz??" look ahead.

"No mbak." straight up the bike.

"Jalanne!!" exclaim Ozil spirit.

Ozil took his bike slowly, while greeting the neighbors and villagers they knew.

It turns out that Ozil's friends are many, even he knows the fathers who hang out at patrol posts and at large river deket shops. Even the little ones know him.

"It turns out you're a woman to Oz" said Nina on her way home as she approached the magrib.

"Woooo yooo is clear! Ozil, who doesn't know?"Arrogant, his,

Nina sneers.

"The world knows Ozil!"

Nina is sneering.

"Don't believe me?"

"Ask the same football lovers, must know Ozil."

"Ck. that's Ozil!"

"Haha... Zidan also knows a lot of mbak."

"Here I believe."

"Even more women than Ozil."

"Iyaaaaa.. yaaaa.." answered lazily.

"Why?"

"The only reason why Ms. Nina gave Zidan's name."

"Mas Ozan asked for it."

"Heeemmm....." Ozil mangosteen mangosteen."Zinadin Zidan's. The name of the ball player is mbak."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Madrid's coach."

"Heemmmm..."

"I also ngidolain Zidan mbak."

"Which zidan?" although rada is upset Nina tetep ladenin also babbling Ozil.

"The footballer is mba, the boy shot."

Nina chuckles.

"Handle mbak! I'm going to speed!"

"Ozeil! It's accommodated! don't call me ahh"

"Udah wants magrib mbak."Ozil. "Wind of twilight is not good for Zidan" he continued.

"yes, don't speed Oz."

"OZILL!!" the sound of an exclamation from a passing motorist, two girls who seemed to be the same age as Ozil.

"Woooooiiiiii.." replied Ozil.

Nina looked at the two girls who had passed by.

"Your school management is Oz?" question him

"No. Temen coral cadets." replied Ozil casually.

"Ckckck. your friends are everywhere?"

"Emang time girl mbak Nina did not join coral cadets?" asked Ozil curiously.

"No. just go with the young."

"The cement was a little bit." ledek Ozil chuckled.

Nina grunts. "a sneak home. said magrib." spills also Nina in tejek Ozilnya little.

At home, my father and mother were preparing for the mosque.

"Oz, hunted! nisa was the same Karim came together to visit the mosque, he said today starting to njajar njai." said the mother saw her youngest son just returned home, he said,

Ozil got off the bike.

"Same nisa where's the curim buk?" tanyakanya.

"Udah first. We are long awaited." reply mother while stepping by lifting her face so as not to touch the ground.

"Yes not yet entered magrib buk."

"it's a quarry there." said mom.

"Mother Nina's home alone isn't papa?" ozil asked, looking at Nina.

"No. relax. anyways mom and dad will also come back, right?"

"Yes, ati-ati at home ya." said the father began to step out of the yard in follow ibuk. "hunting Zil." exclaimed the father again.

Ozil went inside and took the scabbard and the pecans did not forget to wear cocoa, he came out while buttoning his cocoon.

"No wudhu you were Oz?"

"Not in the mosque."had to say,"I live ya mbak." he exited the courtyard of the house.

Nina is alone at home, only befriending Zidan. Pak Bahdim's family does not belong to a religious family, but diligently to the mosque and follow social activities in the village. No wonder so many know.

Time passed, that night Nina was sleeping Zidan, suddenly her bedroom door was knocked.

Tok

Tok

Tok

"Who?" tanya Nina turned her head.

"Ozil mba." answered the voice behind the door.

"What's up Oz?" Nina covered her chest after breastfeeding Zidan.

"Zidan and sleep yet?" ozil's voice was again behind the closed door.

"Udah."

"Let's be back" pinta Ozil

Nina glanced at the clock, nine o'clock in the night.

"Why are you going to Ozil tonight-malem gini to come out?"mumbling Nina.

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