IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS

IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
Advice to Two Aunts


Love is sometimes confused. Even what the definition of love really is, many do not know. Some say love should not be. Some say that love must accept each other's shortcomings. Some say that love has to sacrifice a lot. That is only a small part of one's opinion of the meaning of love. There are many more definitions of love from different points of view.


But I don't know what the love of the two young men who are currently trapped in an unusual romance means. Their story is truly unique and perhaps in this world only the two of them experience it. They are not playboys. In fact, they have never expressed love to a woman throughout the ages of those who want to turn twenty-five.


Destiny is a mystery. When two young men live without love for years, now they are actually showered with a lot of love from the beautiful women around them. Love makes them happy and a dilemma.


There, in their room, the two young men seemed to be having a light conversation, sharing heart problems, about the love that was present for them. But their conversation stopped when their bedroom door opened. The two young men turned towards the door and saw Bibi Sri and Bibi Nur coming with food.


"You should eat first, continue to take medicine and rest" said Bibi Nur while putting a tray on the table next to Tito and Yoyo's bed. The tray contained their country-specific food.


"Wuih chicken porridge!" yoyo exclaimed as soon as he saw the food that the woman had brought. "Duh be my village's kangen."


"Yes just stay at home, like not usually," said Bibi Sri who was also happy to see the two young men immediately enjoy the food she brought.


"Udah often if the phone, Bi," replied Yoyo. "I mean I miss the village food."


"Hahaha .. same," Tito chimed in. "Oh yeah, Bi, what's the other kid on? How not to fuss?"


"Sleep maybe" replied Bibi Nur who was sitting on Tito's bed. "So they were fussy because you're here."


"Hm ... I really don't have to leave my own child. Later wake up must be on a fussy," replied Tito.


"Which fussy son is his mother?" chirps Aunt Sri again. "Of course we don't know. Surely you have a relationship with our employer?"


The deg!


Yiyo and Tito gasped. Being too surprised, their hands stopped when they were about to devour the chicken porridge. "What does Aunt Sri mean?" tanya Yoyo pura was confused.


"Rubber!" Bibi Nur chimed. "In the past when Mr. Li or Mr. Yoko was sick, the employers only told them to rest a lot. But just like you, they want to make food and everything else. Even you've slept in the master's room."


"That's how Auntie feels" Tito chanted as he placed a bowl of porridge on the tray.


"Yes because Bibi is a woman, so Bibi can feel that the employers do have the same heart as you," Bibi Nur replied.


"Well, what's more they're lonely widows and you're always there for them" Bibi Sri said. "Surely they need love and touch from your kayak youth."


Tito and Yoyo immediately looked at each other. They were really surprised by the two women. They thought Bibi Nur and Bibi Sri had been indifferent, but it turned out that the two Aunties noticed their movements as well.


"Auntie is not forbidding, what do you want to do. That is your right. But Aunt is just giving advice, you guys don't go too far. You still have complete parents, right?" The two young men nodded. "They must believe and always pray that you are working well here. But if they know the real truth? Try not to disappoint your parents."


Yoyo and Tito could only remain silent. Bibi Nur's words were right, they had gone too far. They were sure their parents would be disappointed if they were here to be broken youths.


When Yoyo and Tito's heart was crushed, A moy went into their room.


"Loh, you guys here?" ask A Moy to two aunts.


"Yes Miss, I've been giving porridge to Tito and Yoyo. Miss there is a need?" ask Bibi Nur.


"Yes, would you please clean up the two rooms next to the workspace, would you? Then Tito and Yoyo move into that room."


The deg!


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