Bujang Hamlet
Thankful for the Gift of God

After finishing talking with Dika, the mechanic brother who turned out to be insightful and full experience in the field of contention

Akbar immediately say back home, it was late afternoon doi had to go home rented without being late, ame dek could get angry umak aghi

While walking, Akbar actually admires the figure of Dika, the best automotive graduate student whose fate is not as smooth as his degree,

Akbar so felt that much should be grateful to this wonderful gift of God, He who is only a High School graduate given the opportunity to become a leader, is given the opportunity to become a leader, a manager in a subsidiary company whose name is quite famous

While Dika. scholar it must pioneer his business that even he is very deep in his skills by working in the place of people, following all the rules and regulations, and even the, no matter how good he works, he's just a guy...

So Akbar took the initiative to cooperate with the man, he seemed to be honest, responsible and trustworthy, he was honest,

According to the story also he came to Jakarta with his wife who was in trouble, they came to want to complain about fate, changing lives that were not yet clear the direction of his goal

Great and risky choice

But they dare to take it for the sake of a life situation that must be better

Grateful he came to Jakarta brought Rere and Mr. Deven, immediately placed work without the painstaking need to work here and there full of repulsion and rivals

Although the journey also remains smooth, many things he must master and learn, but at least he is grateful he is one step easier than others

" Thank you please. boss sir.your kindness deck I never forgot... without your helping hand I deck may be as handsome as it is today... I must be just Akbar the hamlet bujang who is always denigrated by other jeme.." he murmured bitterly.

Akbar immediately drove his car home

At home umak had been sitting casually on the rented terrace, while drinking coffee and listening to his favorite Malay music from the music box that Akbar bought for him

The wrinkled face of umak looked so enjoying the atmosphere

Akbar became more moved, how happy he could see umak smile like this, he could take the road mak, go shopping what mak want, mak, no longer see the trouble of working in the garden, lifting rubber brought to the besul and so forth

It did not feel Akbar so mellow and shed his tears, thinking back to the late father who had not been happy with him

" Bar. ngape kaba deck down from the car.." reprimanded the mak who saw the arrival of Akbar but did not get down from his car.

" Want to get in the car...???"

Akbar immediately went down while grimacing, hiding his tears that had fallen

" Dek la mak. mak mak tega mak's favorite son handsome nian is not in the car.." reply Akbar tease mak.

" Mak kira bae.kaba again love nga new car kaba it..."

" Waaahhh dem coffee saje you mak....???" Akbar distracts him, immediately gripped the coffee owned by mak, making him hit by mak for almost spending coffee in the glass

" Aiiiissss cacam..upi a glass almost you spend gale...!!!"

" Haus mak.." said Akbar.

" Sit la kudai here mak make a snare." mak grumbled as he went into the kitchen and returned with two cups of coffee and fried bananas.

" Steady niannn this fried banana aroma.." praise Akbar who immediately felt hungry.

" Dem washed his hands yet...??? play eat bae deck mikirka cleanliness...!!!" mak nag

Akbar just laughed as he walked into the bathroom and washed his hands

" Dem is mak.so I can eat fried banana nye..." Akbar returned while showing off his palms that had been cleaned

" Ao.. eat it.." said mak Cuek.

Akbar langsunh sucked the slices of fried bananas on the plate and immediately at the ravenous run out

" Mak... By the way you are at home deck in Jakarta...???" ask Akbar

" Betah bae.. origin same son bujang mak.." sahut mak relaxed.

" Ame la that stay bae here with me. dek need aghi behind the hamlet.kle garden affairs let me ask for help wak kadus.." proposed Akbar.

" Dear house kite Bar. kite house itukan from the board ame la deck is often made fire in the house. later can porous..."

Akbar was silent for a moment,

Sangkas he enjoys the state of Jakarta he forgot if his job is to improve the house to be more decent and more sturdy

" Luk mane ame home later we wake up aghi mak...???" ask Akbar

" Mak agrees bae.. anye while waiting for kaba pacak benakka humah.. let umak stay in hamlet korui.. njage house.. it's the mandate of the father kaba.." said mak.

" Heeemmmm ao ame mak want that. anye do not rush balek ya mak.. I am still fierce mak stay here with me.." pinta Akbar with spoiled.

Aahhh which boy does not want to spoiled spoiled with his mak

the quickest and most comfortable place to take

" Makin mak every morning and evening I balek begawe. prepared coffee.rasanye luxury nian life I'm mak..."

Akbar is struggling spoiled on my mother's shoulders

" Dem tue kaba that no longer spoiled spoiled mak nga.. dem punye girlfriend also tu.." seduce mak while patting his son's cheek.

" Ame la sama Je kan has not been pacak mak spoiled this luk.." said Akbar.

" Ao lah has not muhrim.kaba tu should jage his honor well, ame kaba pacak jage die means kaba dem managed to respect women, including umak..." mak's advice is always instilled in Akbar's mind, caring for and respecting women

" Ao mak.." said Akbar while buried his head in the chest of the mother, comfortable and serene.

Mak stroked elus the head of his son, his favorite little boy who was now growing up and became his pride

His little boy always wanted to make him proud of everything he achieved, a devoted child, he never once denied all his advice, a boy who never shy or complain when told to wash dishes in the river and ridiculed his friends

And his current great son has managed to achieve what he dreamed of

Mak dyed Akbar's hair shoots affectionately, making Akbar want to cry again, but undone, so that the mother did not come along mutely and cry, the tears of the mother is her true sadness

" Mak.. in the hug I say.. pacak deck breath.." lamented Akbar.

Making mak tighten his embrace even more, squeezing his head between umak ketek

" Yourhappa....!!!!" akbar's treak

" Dem lame kaba tu deck kiss ketek umak.." seduce mak while laughing.

" Ao mak. anye deck gini juge.. I lost this breath mak...."

Mak released his embrace while laughing widely, a happy smile that delighted Akbar

" Aahhh umak..my coffee dem this cold.." grumpy Akbar averted his mind, actually afraid nangis drifting in the current atmosphere.

" Cold is still la delicacy. coffee made by mak kok." said mac narcissistic.

" Pokoknyo fat gale. all artificial fat mak for me..."

" Ao lah. ame fat deck deck pacak make this big kaba.." said mak cuek.

" Kaba tu pacak this big luk because of umak cuisine...."

" Kle Je's cooking makes me fatter mak.." Akbar grinned.

" Anye Je cuisine is delicious lohh Bar.mak also fat dengkainnyo.." praise the enthusiastic mak, Aaahhh mak always enthusiastic every telling Je and praise her, Aaahhh mak, Akbar seems to get a rival for this mak's love

" Makanyo I choose Je mak. let the more fat my life later.." said Akbar while chewing fried bananas that began to cool.

" Feed bae kaba's mind...!!!"

" Hehehee....."

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