I'm You And Love
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Now the dance that I introduced directly to my parents. This opportunity was there when mom came home to sragen to attend my brother's wedding reception. The busyness of mama selling in Jakarta, making it rarely go back to my hometown. Sometimes sometimes if I am not too busy, I visit mamah in Jakarta.
Mama called me back to just remind me, so that the next day did not forget to pick up mama when she arrived at the race station.
"grandfather besuk don't forget to pick up mama at the race station huh?" message me by phone.
"yes mah. What time did you arrive at the station?"
"if the ticket at 20:15 has arrived there. But you don't know whether it's late."
"yes mah.. Tomorrow at 20:00 I'm already stanby there."
This good news is also given to dance. Although all this time mama and dance have never even met, but dance has known near mamah. They often communicate through the phone.
"nyet besuk mama asked to be picked up at 20:00 at the race station. Are you having an office show?" my question convinced the dance back.
"tomorrow I have a nyet office event. But if it's 20:00, it looks like it's done. So I can go get Mama."
"if so besuk when you event office do not need to bring your own vehicle. I'll just take you."
"get ready baby."
I asked for a dance to pick up my mom. So that dance and mamah can meet face to face in person. At the time of pick-up, we arrived at the station at around 19:40. Me and the dance had to wait a little bit for the train to arrive at the race station.
"the wait is here aja nyet." I said to dance to invite him to sit in the waiting chair for arrival.
"yes, nyet."
"do you want to drink the same snack?"
"don't love.I'll drink, water."
"you wait here first. I bought it."
Me and the dance that sat while exchanging experience stories while riding the train made me and dance cool myself. Dance told me about her experience when she lost her laptop while riding the train, and I told her about my experience when riding the train without buying a ticket until I got off the train. Makes me and the dance smile themselves review our past.
Without us knowing the train that takes mama from Jakarta to the solo station race has arrived. I enthusiastically look to the left and to the right hoping to meet with mama soon.
"puck... Look at 10:00!!" my words tell dance.
"at 10:00. Okay. That means there, right?? Answer the dance while pointing with his left hand.
"look at the black-hooded mothers??"
"Wear those glasses."
"oh yeah.. L see. That's your mama?"
"yes right.. He's my angel."
Seen from a distance a very beautiful woman walked slowly with a suitcase in her tent approaching us.
"how are you?" I said to Mamah while kissing the back of her hand.
"good deck. How are you doing yourself?"
"uya is also good... Ow yes mah, it's dance. She often talked to her mom over the phone. Which I often tell my mom."
"hello aunty... How are you?" saut dance while kissing the back of your hand.
"well on deck.. How are you doing yourself?"
"i'm good too tan.. Hehe"
"duhhh very beautiful you" said mama praising dance.
"aunty can do it."
"have we found a meal first yuk. mama must be laper. "I cut the conversation.
"what do you want to eat deck?" ask mama to dance.
"i'm following tan."
"goat yuk mah. The skull of the manto sir in the sriwedari was delicious you know mah." sautku to invite to eat the nape of our favorite goat of the three of us.
"yes I can."
Two portions of the necklace of my favorite goat and mamah, one portion of goat satay favorite dance to be our meal. Small conversations when we eat also feel very harmonious.
"later I will take home mama to sragen the same dance yes. After sending my mom back to solo again. Just besuknya I went back to sragen again at the wedding reception mas gusta (my brother who married)."
"iya deck.. Don't forget to take the dance to the reception mas gusta."
"yes... It must be."
The closeness between dance and mama is very close, although only this time they meet. A green light for my relationship with dance ahead of him. When both of our parents had given each other permission.
