Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 45

After whining, Arga finally let me come play to his house. This time we were on a motorcycle. As usual every time he left for work, Arga always left his motorbike at Papa's house, then in the afternoon when he came home, Arga took it.

"Mas..we have dinner first yuk." Take me when the bike is speeding.

"No need, Mother has cooked, if I do not eat at home later he is disappointed, pity dong" replied not so clearly because on the bike, but I still hear it.

"Yes already." I relented.

The motorbike finally drove fast, until it arrived at the type 80 house, but there was still empty land beside the house.

"Assynoltom..." Arga. Welcomed by a middle-aged woman, this must be Arga's mother. Because his face is similar. Beliu looked at me smiling kindly. I shook Mother Arga's hand after Arga pulled her hand.

"Whose sister is this? You must be Tole's candidate, huh? Oh, my God, it turns out you want to give Mom Tole's surprise..." Arga's mother patted her son's shoulder, apparently Arga called tole. Hehehe was funny. I smile very happy if he thinks I'm Arga's girlfriend. In my heart I assure.

"Not Ma'am's girlfriend, this is Gayatri, my boss's daughter." Arga straightening.

"Oh. Well, your name is Gayatri. Turns out you're a descendant of the conglomerate Nak" Ms. Arga praised.

"Mother could have been, I'm nobody Mom, My mother is also from Yogyakarta, but exactly a fringe person." My answer. Then looking at Arga seemed to go inside, maybe he wanted to take a shower immediately.

"You're this low. Let's sit down, son. Which mother was your birth?"

"Mother was born in Jakarta Bu, but the school in Gunungkidul," My answer mimicked Mak Ningrum every time the story about massalu.

"Tok the same." Ms. Arga is getting curious. "If I may know, what is your mother's name?"

"My mother's name is Ningrum Eka Yanti."

"Ningrum's? How did I ever hear that name?" Ms. Arga remembers.

"Maybe you know my mom. Because, according to Mother's story, he lived in Gunungkidul, approximately 6 years Ma'am" I explained at length. My grandfather and grandmother, Mak Ningrum's parents, were from the area. My grandfather went to Jakarta. And when Junior High School and High School in grandpa's hometown.

"Did your mother ever go to school in SMK 3 GunungKidul?"

"Mother Mother."

"Yes Allah... Your mom was Mom's little sister, son." Said Ms. Arga. Ibu Arga twinkling, buyu want to meet Mom.

"So serious about talking." Arga just came out looking his hair was wet and not combed, apparently just finished bathing. Very handsome this man. I looked at him not blinking.

"Lee.. turned out to be a narrow world huh, Ningrum Eka Yanti, it used to be Mother's junior sister when SMK." Mother smiled, shifting her seat gave her son a place.

"In the era of school mothers, has there been SMK?" Ask Arga. He sat next to his mother. Ms. Arga tidied her son's hair. The mother of Arga was very attentive to her son, even though Arga was 28 years old.

"Yes not yet lee.it used to be called SMEA. But it's the same. Only difference..if the era of Mother when the school, there are only three majors. While now a lot," Ms. Arga said at length.

Hearing Adzan Magrib, Arga invited his mother to pray. While I nyemil bakpia cake served by Arga's mother. He said this bakpia souvenirs from Pathuk Yogyakarta.

After the prayer, I asked permission to go to the bathroom. "Please son" Ms. Arga drove me to the bathroom. "Son Ratri. In your pants there's a stain" Ms. Arga reminded.

"Astagfirulah..." I pulled my pants off my ass and it turned out to be true, I'm really embarrassed.

"It's okay, her name is also female. Mom is ordinary. You want a sanitary pad? I bought it to the front stall."

"No, ma'am, I brought it, but..." I'd like to say that I didn't bring any change of pants.

"Oh. That's it, I know what you mean." Apparently Arga's mother knew what I was thinking.

"Yes Mom..." Still complete with peci and sarong, Arga approached us.

"Lee... Ratri wants to take a shower, you better give me a change of clothes."

Arga looked at me, maybe he objected only Arga knows. "Why are your clothes?" Ask Arga. Ih, you Arga. It makes me confused to answer.

"Have Lee. don't ask a lot, quickly get Ratri a change of clothes have you, He wants to take a shower," Ms. Arga asserted.

"Yes Mom..." Arga passed into the room, and soon returned. Carrying t-shirts and trending pants and then giving them to me. I hugged my shirt and pants waiting for Arga to step aside. Of course it is impossible for me to turn around in this situation.

"Lee.. Help Mom." Call Mom from the kitchen.

"Yes Mom..." Arga finally left.

Heemm. Hurry up to the bathroom. While taking a bath, do not stop smiling. Duuhh... What dream did I have last night? I can shower at Arga's house. Even if it's not in his room. I used Arga's towel too. And the last one wearing Arga training clothes in blue dongker smells really good.

For a moment I kissed this shirt, I hope it wasn't a dream. This is how it feels to love someone real. The love of a woman who has grown to seriousness. Not the monkey love like before.

Tok to tok.

"Ratri.you were in the bathroom a long time ago..." The knock on the door followed by Arga's voice roused me from the dream.

"Bent on Me."

Immediately I put on an oversized training, but it's okay. After all, there's a rubber stay I pull, then out the bathroom.

"You're so long?" Tanya Arga was apparently waiting in front of the bathroom.

"So it's very fresh Mas, do not want the end," Kilahku. Even if it's true.

"Don't be shy, certainly different in your home... Take a shower, just choose warm, or cold. While in my house..." Arga raised both hands.

"Not the name!" Ketusku then preceded him. Why anyway?! Arga doesn't keep low in front of me? It feels really upset.

"Here son, we eat." Ms. Arga, already waiting at the dining table smiled at me.

"I'm so much of a hassle to Mom." Mouthed.

"Nobody bothered, son, but yeah this is how Arga's food is." Ms. Arga said, I don't know what her name was. At the dining table, there is anointing, tempeh, tofu bacem, and fish cue fried flour. This menu is exactly the menu of the cuisine of the mother.

"Oh my God... Ningrum's mom cooks like this a lot."

"Oh, so yeah. Yeah, come on, eat."

Ms. Arga scoops rice for Arga. We eat in silence. After I finish eating, I wash the dishes. "Let me do the dishes, your hands will be scuffed." Again Arga insinuated.

I snorted riled, why the hell? this man if not continue to insinuate. I pout while washing dishes. "Don't pout that dong." Her speech. Don't want to go by watching me wash the dishes.

"I'm really upset to know?! why the hell... Arga's always cornered me. This anyway! That is! Indeed who the hell... Mak me? I am Daniswara's son, but I am not Banuwati's son. Rather than being born from the womb of Mak Ningrum, a woman from a simple village. Do you know what?!" Ketus. Then arrange the dishes on the shelf.

Arga was just on the spot.

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