Chased Ex-Promise Candidate
Child Raised

Yuki just finished lunch with Mom. The girl looked at the room in front of her. The room, which is called a rice stall, really looks messy and does not arouse appetite for visiting customers. Mother's cooking is very good.

"Mrs Yuki ...." Mother called out to the girl who was currently observing the room in front of her.

"Yes, Mama?" Yuki turned his head for a moment, then went back to observing the sizable room.

"Neng would not ... mm ... be a child?" The middle-aged woman asked doubtfully.

Yuki turned her head and looked at the woman beside her. Mak Aminah did tell me that she lived a kara, since the departure of her husband who was called the Almighty.

"Serious mac?" Yuki asked back.

"Serious, Neng. Let Mum not live alone anymore, Neng lives here just like Mama."

Yuki looked at the woman beside him, even her eyes were now already glazed over. "Thank you, I promise I'll be a filial son to you." Yuki directly hugged the middle-aged woman's body. The girl missed her mother.

"Nuhun yes, Neng Yuki. Seneeng mom finally got a kid." Mak Aminah cries in Yuki's arms.

From today, Yuki officially became the adopted son of Mak Aminah, even without trial, but both promised to take care of each other.

"So why open the stall at night? Though Mom's cooking tastes good?" Yuki begins to discuss the matter of her adoptive mother's rice stall.

Mak Aminah sighed before answering a question from the girl in front of her. "When Mom's husband was still there, she couldn't do homework other than cook with her," Mak Aminah began to tell her stories.

"Continue?" Yuki seemed to still not understand what the middle-aged woman said.

"So it can't sneeze the house, everything is a mess, so that during the day the mother is busy doing homework that is actually not neat, too" he complained.

Yuki akhrnya understand why Mak Aminah's rice stall is really not menark and very quiet. "Oh, okay-okay I understand now." Yuki nodded.

The girl then stood up and jutted towards the table that was commonly used for people to eat.

"Because now I'm Mom's son, I'm going to help Mom."

Mak Aminah stared confusedly at her daughter. "Bantuin naon, Neng, cook?" However, Yuki shook his head quickly. "I can't cook, I can't wash dishes, I can't wash clothes" she said, displaying her neat teeth.

"Calm down, if that's your ma'am."

"If so I will change the rice stall of the mother so the cantk anyway and can many customers, Mother's duty to cook as clean as how?" bargain Yuki.

"Emang Neng can clean up?" Yuki just nodded. Mak Aminah did not know that the girl in front of her was an interior designer. Kaliini also Yuki gets a chance to use her talents and hobbies.

"Okaya, my mother is all the same Neng Yuki," said the woman.

"But there are some ingredients to buy, Mak," said Yuki. "I only have this kind of money." The girl took the ten ribu money that was mash in her pocket.

Mak Aminah laughed."Don't worry, mom's money is a lot, so far you never shop anything other than for sales." The woman then moved and drugged to her room, not long after she came out with a tin of cookies.

"Gee!" Unknowingly the girl was amazed to see so much money, there were even some that had been tidied up with rubber bands tied up.

"It turns out the mother of the sultan yes," said Yuki.

"Since Kang Sodik died, Mother never bought anything, Mother felt enough with what was there, so even though the stall was quiet, but Mother still had the advantage even though small, and that Mother saved." The woman said at length.

"All right, I understand. I also will not use too much money, just need to buy a few ingredients really," said Yuki who was satisfied that the plan would be successful to design Mak Aminah's rice stall.

Mak Aminah smiled, took a tie of money somehow, and gave it to Yuki.

"Because it starts today, you're Mom's kid, so use this money to buy your needs." The woman shed happy tears when she could finally feel that she had a daughter and had her needs met.

Yuki had not received the money, he was still unmoved, until his hand was danced by Mak Aminah and the money was deposited in Yuki's palm.

"I will use this money to buy the necessary materials." However, a small pinch he got on his nose.

"It's for clothes shopping, skincare, henbodi, pokona mah nu kritu weh," the woman grumbled that made Yuki laugh. The Sunda Logat gets smoother when you're nagging.

"It's mostly atuh, Mak." Yuki replied by following his Sundanese accent.

"How about now that we're shopping together, you never shop again, right?" yuki Proposal.

"His ogenya, anyways you tea will not be apal also the streets here, then stray how? Come on, Mom change clothes first. You also have a mother." The middle-aged woman pulled Yuki's hand into their room.

Yuki is welcome to choose clothes that he likes, but their body size is only slightly different.

After finishing and ready the two women of different ages also departed with their happy faces. Yuki was really grateful after the ordeal he had experienced yesterday, he was finally able to meet the real wingless angel.

They went to a clothing store and a cosmetics store. Yuki who is indeed rich certainly knows what skin care is good for him, but of course at this time he only buys ordinary ones.

The two enjoy their time together, Yuki bhakan helps choose clothes that fit Mak Aminah. They returned home after Isha.

"Ah was very tired," said the beak woman as she thrust her legs forward as they reached her home. Rice stalls join the house.

Yuki who has been willing to walk and some sun this, makes the girl look stronger. Apalgi about shopping he is an expert, when he was still holding the title Pradipta behind him.

The girl took warm water from the dispenser for her mother. "Drink first, Mother." Yuki thrust the glass onto the lady pad in front of him.

"Nuhun, Neng."

After finishing the drink, the woman walked into a room with only one, actually two rooms in the house, but because it is not used so by Ma Aminah used to store the wardrobe only.

"Tonight sleep with my mother first yes, Neng," he stamped while lying down his body that felt tired.

"Ready, Mom. Oh yeah, where's the stuff going to be kept?"