Mother Connect For My Son
Part 7's
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...Men and women are different if women use the heart, men actually use logic....
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The sun began to rise to its quarrel, leaving the chirping of birds that had almost subsided. Not too cold, because the light of the sun dries in through the horden.
That morning on Saturday, as usual Ardha and Cila have sat at the dining table while eating a plate of rice and side dishes, not to forget vegetables and fruits are also neatly served on the table.
“Foam, Tila tudah bita nulit tatu tampai tepuluh loh,” adunya with pride.
Cila picked up the book she had stored in the bag, took it out in haste while Ardha remained focused on paying attention.
Cila's writing is neater than before, there are even some pictures of flowers with a description of the number beside it.
Forehead Ardha shrivel “How many flower pictures?”
“Bial beautify, nda botan viewed,” style.
“Word teacher?” Cila shook her head.
“Tanti pinky rope,”
Cila hooked her finger while giggling. He again bribed the rice with a spoon while Ardha did not bother.
“Foam, Papih!” call Cila. Last night's dream seemed like something he had to work on.
Ardha looked because Cila was standing right next to the chair he was sitting in.
Cila took Ardha's cell phone lying not far from where she was. His little hand was skillfully typing something.
“Tila to come, Papih. Want ya?” a picture of the playground of the application is in red.
Ardha shook her head “Main in front of the same Aunty,”
Cila frowning “Nda atik, Tila want this belmain park,” kekehnya.
“In front is also a playground, same is Cila,”
“Tila want this belmain park!”
“Once should not remain can not!”
“Feculent weed!”
Ardha sighed as Cila ran to her room. So quickly the mood of the child changed, even he as his father just did not understand enough and did not know what to behave like. All he could do was do something he thought was right.
Men and women are different. If women wear hearts, men use logic.
Chequek, czech,
The door opens when the handle is turned. Cila curled up, the child's sobs sounded.
“Cila!” call Ardha, it pulls Cila into the deck. It still sounds sober even though it's not as loud as before.
Small strokes on the head become a tranquilizer and stop crying. “Papih busy working, make money for Cila,”
“Tila want money, papih! Tila want tama belmain garden Papih,”
“Papih busy, Cila. If Papih does not work, then we want to get money from where?”
“There's money oma,”
“Have oma, not ours,”
“Say you can ask,” Ardha sighed, free if arguing with Cila.
There will be answers that will make him lose his word.
“Cila want what? Doll rat, stuffed cow or what? Later Papih buyin, but not to the playground!”
Cila returned to shake, though,
“Fapi does not accept rebuttal. Now, Papih is leaving. Say the same Bi Mia let Papih buyin later,” Arda kissed the top of Cila's head as the end of the debate left a little girl who returned to stretch herself while sobbing.
**
Ms. El, today I'm late permission. There's a sudden business I can't stay in.
A message that Elea read from Sheryl.
Back he looked for a store key that was still tucked between several items in the bag.
Meet, then he rushed in and began to put flowers in several corners assisted by 2 employees who had just arrived. Risa, and Yola.
A few days ago, Elea signed a contract with the filmmaking side that they wanted to use the venue as a shutting with the theme of a reunion between male performers with a meeting that had been long separated .
Of course Elea would, because they were paid 3 times their usual income.
Time shows at 09. 25. There are already several crews passing by in the store and flower planting place.
The shop room was not too big, but the garden behind the shop, was spacious enough to accommodate several tens of cars.
Whether or not how many people had arrived, Elea had no idea as she was busy researching some projects for the next few weeks upstairs.
A call requires him to come down because only he understands how to take good care of the flowers.
“Please guidance for our artist yes, Mba,”. He pointed at one of the pendopos with curtains around him.
“Assalamualaikum,”
“Log in!”
Elea recognized the voice and...
Deg, the assumption is right.
The man was sitting alone in a plastic chair reading the script, Ardha.
Both of them were equally surprised, Elea dyed. Was it the wrong place?
The question from Ardha seemed to be the answer from Elea. Elea nodded but refused to come closer.
“No one?”
“There's me,”
“I mean not that,”
“Why? Loe scared of me? Relax, I don't have the same lust, Loe,”
“Can we find another place?”
Ardha memicing “Loe don't believe me,”
“Not like that,”
“Terus?”
“It is not good for men and women only both in one room, let alone this closed room. I'm afraid of slander,”
Ardha sneered “Iya I know, later the third demon,”
“If you know why..”.
Ardha immediately stood up from her place while wearing sunglasses and walked ahead of Elea.
“Where?”
“Astaghfirullah!” peeking Elea, her nose hit the chest of Ardha's field because the man twisted his body suddenly.
Elea moved away and took a few steps back, her legs unconsciously stepping on the skirt made the body balance disappear.
Elea closed her eyes as her body fell flat on her back. No pain, when his head hit the ground, it was his body that felt a burden even though it did not also hurt.
Ardha's hand was directly behind Elea's head, while the other hand became a support so that women under her cage could breathe.
“Do not touch me!” the screams right in Ardha's ear.
Ardha fell over, with the glasses gone.
“Loe don't know thank you?”
“I don't need your help,”
“Ngga knows himself, already fortunately helped,” women in front of him really make Ardha upset.
“Better I feel pain than to have to come in contact with you,”
“I'm that dirty?”
“No, I am too despicable,”
“Means loe?”
“Place there seemed to fit,” Elea pointed to a long chair, many crews who passed by beside her because there were still scenes from supporting players. He walked after cleaning the skirts and clothes off the ground, not caring about Ardha's expression.
“After the pot is filled with planting media and fertilizer, do not forget to press with fingers so that the surface is smooth and evenly then sprinkle the seeds on the planting media,”
They were sitting on a wooden chair a meter away. Ardha only nodded after a long explanation came out of Elea's mouth.
“Do you know?”
“Ya,”
“Remember not?”
“Loe ngeraguin me,”
“Why not,”
“Kalo I forgot to ask again same loe,”
“I refuse,”
“Ngga can!”
“Why?” Elea hates not liking.
“Because we're already tied,”
“Ga clear,”
“Otak loe ga nyampe,”
“I hate you,”
“Gue too,”
Ardha stared fixedly at the cornea of Elea's eyes, not long after because the opponent immediately lowered his gaze.
“Ardha!” Sovia, the woman has found the whereabouts of Ardha who a few minutes ago she was looking for because soon take the scene.
“Who?”
Sovia's gaze was on the woman sitting not far from Ardha.
“Ga essential,”
Ardha ignored the questions from Sovia again because the man stepped away while Sovia stared intently at Elea.
“Loe Ardha?”
“Nobody, Mba,”
Sovia was still silent, her gaze penetrating dislike. “Don't dare deketin Ardha!” threaten
“Because Ardha is my future husband!”