A Wound Wound A Wound
Lusts
Yosi snorted in annoyance. It will be the rules of his mother. He was no longer a child, but his mother still treated him like a three-year-old boy.
It could be that Yosi forced a driver pack to snack on the potatoes he wanted. But surely his mother knew, because the distance is quite far from the boutique where his mother. He did not want Pak Ari, his favorite driver was fired like other drivers because he did not obey his mother's orders.
"But I have something for you." Mr. Ari smiled looking towards the back seat. Handing over the package with his right hand.
"What is this sir?" Asked wonder to look at the black crackle that was handed over by Mr. Ari to him.
"Sniffles.. hahaha..."
"What's really sir?" Smile from Yosi's lips. The spring took the plastic from the hand of Mr. Ari. "Waaahhh yes really.thank you Mr. Ari."
"Sama-sama. Soon in the end, mama will find out." Her request.
"Yes sir." Yosi happily opened the crackle, then ate the potatoes he wanted with a happy feeling.
Semlidut potatoes, actually just plain flour fries. Located around the village near the campus, with seasoned sow, ramenya for mercy. Original delicious pool, you readers should try if playing here. I'll tell you the place when I don't know. Haha...
Pak Ari looked at Yosi with relief. He had worked with the Yosi family for ten years. Yosi was considered to be his own son.
"Thank you, Mr. Ari." Yosi.
"Sama-sama. Traces are removed first, later you get hit by mama again." Mr. Ari reminded in a joking tone.
"Yes sir, I do want you fired because you bought this for me." Yosi hurried back to clean up the leftovers he had just eaten.
"Mas Yosi can do it. If I get fired, you can find a new driver."
"No sir! I want to enga. It wants the same Ari sir." Reject Yosi.
"Why to mas. It could be that my replacement driver will be much better than I work." Ask Mr. Ari while smiling humorously.
"No, no, you suck! mama's driver has changed dozens of times, but I see sir. Make the eyes hurt, change for a moment. Huh!" Yosi snorted annoyed at the attitude of his mother.
"Ndak it is also to mas.ndak wes ndak, later I serve the same mas Yosi until mas Yosi married wes." His promise.
"I want to get married, let Pak Ari be my driver forever."
"Wooo ya ndak gitu no mas. I want to open my own business, want to relax if I am old later, stay snacking grandchildren..."
Yosi was silent to hear Ari sir. Yes, he can not as long as relying on Pak Ari as the driver. One day he will definitely not be able to rely on Pak Ari anymore. I don't know when.
"Sir."
"Yes mas?"
"It's okay to teach me to pack a car sometime?" Pinta Yosi's.
"But mas, if mam-"
"Alright sir, be quiet, don't let mama know." Cut Yosi.
"Okay, okay..."
***
"What time is it. You are five minutes late. Where's hayo!?" Ask Dinda's mom, asking full of suspicion, when she found her only son had just entered the boutique.
"You do not carelessly sing?" Ask Miss Dinda again full of questions.
Sinis Yosi looked at his mother. Once inside the boutique Yosi immediately rushed to sit on the sofa and pulled out his handphone. Not asking her mother's question.
"Yosi, Mama's talking to you again." Walk towards Yosi. "Yosi's lunch is ready, now!" Yelling at employees.
"Why you, baby?" Ms. Dinda sat up to Yosi, as her hands stroked her son's hair.
"What a ma, Yosi tired. He told me to stand with the senior. Where's the heat again." Yosi's story, origin. He forgot there had been a tragedy at school before because he told me about his mos first.
"You in the sun, son? which child would dare to do that to you?" Ask in surprise.
"Biasalha ma, senior." Yosi replied indifferently.
"Be careful, you'll teach a lesson later" threatened Dinda's mom.
"All right, ma'am, rich little boy." Yosi snorted irritatedly at the attitude of his mother.
"Why little boy do you mean Yos? This can be left! Anyway mama will call your principal to teach your upperclassman a lesson! It's good to mess with your favorite child!"
Yosi resigned with the attitude of his mother. It's not the first time Ms. Dinda has behaved like that towards her child. Until making Yosi can not solve his own problems.
Yosi was silent for a moment, thinking. Then he corrected his talk so that nothing would happen that he did not want. He did not want to be moved to another school for the umpteenth time. That's enough, because he's interested in the new kid he wants.
"Ma, the ones in the sun are new kids. I was already in before naming the new students." Clearly Yosi, interrupted his sentence.
"Certainly so?" Stopping his hand which was about to seek the contact of the headmaster Yosi.
"Yes ma." Said Yosi steadily. Looking into her mother's eyes was convincing.
"Yes, yeah, you've been in there for a few months." Ms. Dinda muttered with her son's explanation.
Yosi breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the murmur of his mother. Then switch to maknan that has been prepared by his mother's employees.
All Yosi can't do. Though it can inhibit the growth of the ability to sausage Yosi. But Miss Dinda doesn't care. He left it to his servants and employees.
Yes, yes, rich families. It can be as long as there is money. As a respectable family, Miss Dinda always attach great importance to the honor of her family. It doesn't matter if you have to strangle your own brother. The problem is that Dinda was born as an only child, as was her husband. Therefore, all the wealth to the second is never exhausted even if only for mere poya-foya.
Although upset with his mother, Yosi still ate the dishes that his mother had prepared. However, yaaahhh was not his own mother who prepared for him.
This is her mother's boutique. In addition to boutiques there are also several companies whose mothers manage. But because there is a confidant, his mother only focuses on taking care of this boutique.
Unlike the case with papa, he is always busy here and there just to check things for trivial. Although there are already employees watching him, papa can not easily just believe in what they do. Until you forget, that you have a child and a wife that you should pay attention to as well.
...~Caci means I wait ya pal~...
