Love Me!
Said the Old Man

Without feeling today exactly a month running. Hot air is coming in. AC is dead. I don't know, these months some handyman is going back and forth fixing the house. Last month's window, now AC.

Ms. Sinta had arrived at her daughter-in-law's mansion that morning when she was lonely at home. Her husband worked and Brian was in school until the afternoon. The middle-aged woman paid for a taxi and approached the gate. Only three times has he come to a house that is ten times the size of his house.

The security guard who recognized him immediately opened the gate.

"Oh, thank you Mr. Satpam," he told the thick-moustached man in the post.

Bu Sinta suddenly remembered the husband of a sworddut rocking drill. The security guard's face is exactly the same. If there was an artist-like race, Ms. Sinta made sure she would be champion one.

"Together, Madam. Please come in."

Satpam's answer disperse Bu Sinta's mind will show infotainment.

"Eh, thanks."

The woman stepped into the courtyard of the house. Far enough also to reach the terrace of the luxury house in front of his eyes. While stepping, Bu Sinta calculated how much rupiah if sold per meter.

"Wow, this is expensive house!" hisses.

Be clear. The four thousand square meters house has a strategic location, except the back of the house with the area turned out to be river. The room is divided widely every size.

Four servants greeted Ms. Sinta at the main door.

"Good morning, Mrs Sinta. Please come in."

"Thank you, Ma'am, feel the condangan aja welcome rame-rame in front of the door," he said.

Every time we come here, the waiter is always ready at the door to welcome. How do they know there are guests, huh?

Ms. Sinta was not in the end thought of the miracle of the house. He did not think that the security guard could also tell through a communication tool with the housekeeper.

The woman stepped in.

"Mamaaaa ....!!!"

Miss Sinta was shocked not a bitch. His daughter who had one child shouted and ran to greet him in a house this big.

"Hus! You're like your own home, you know! Shouting ... Do you think this is a forest??" siss carefully.

"Lho, isn't this my own home?"

"Ah, yes!"

The woman patted her head. Bianca sprang into the woman's body, hugging and kissing her in a row. This time, my mom came to her house, alone.

"Gee! What the hell are you eating? Jengkol smell!"

"Yes, Hana was cooking rendang jengkol, Ma! Mama's gonna eat, huh?"

"You're this, right suckling Kin? The smell of piles! Uh, would .. would like to eat rendang jengkol!"

"Ugh, Mama ..." grunts Bianca.

"Where's Kin?"

"In the meantime, it's been changed to Kimmy's shirt! Yuk, Mama just go upstairs!" bring Bianca.

"okay."

Ms. Sinta followed her daughter upstairs. They went into Kin's room. The smell of baby powder combined with telon oil filled the room.

"Mrs ...."

Kimmy bowed to Miss Sinta.

"Hello Mbak Kimmy," said Ms. Sinta. She heard a little about her son's assistant, so she knew his name.

Ms. Sinta approached her grandson, she immediately kissed him affectionately. However, Kin instead cried loudly looking at the woman.

"Well, what's the boy?" ask Ms. Sinta confused.

"Mama, what's the sticky stuff on the street? Kin's so cryy gini?" Bianca.

"Enak. Uh, why don't you wear a dlingo bangle?"

"What is that, Ma?" bianca asked as she busily carried and calmed the baby. He gestured to Kimmy that he would do it.

Kimmy leaned over and walked out of the room.

"What does it look like?" bianca asked again after successfully keeping Kin quiet.

"You're going into the kitchen! Daughter knows she's just playing!" gerutu Bu Sinta's.

"It's a good thing your husband is rich, so someone is cooking in the kitchen!" scold again.

"This mama, I asked the dlingo bangle what the kitchen was all about ..." protested Bianca.

"It's in the kitchen!"

"What does it look like, Ma?"

"It includes a kind of rhizome, such as kitchen spices like ginger, turmeric, like that ..." explains Bu Sinta.

"Oh, let me tell Hana later."

"Now many baby bracelets are formed, you just buy something like that" suggested Ms. Sinta.

"Oh yes, Ma. I'll have the waiter find me."

"That crus, give me the pilis on the crown!"

"Pillies? What else is it, Ma?"

"Mixed turmeric, dlingo, bangle and others. Some are already in the form of pieces sold in the market. Just given a little water and then tacked on the crown!"

Bianca nodded. His mother is still bleeding thick java, so he still wears a banquet like that.

"Yes, I'll have the waiter buy it at the market."

"Said the old man, be loved it to be warm."

Bianca nodded again. In this house no one told me about it. Maybe Hana never knew the tradition.

Kin has fallen asleep. Bianca put it carefully in the box.

"Your bag is good" said Bu Sinta, lifting and observing Bianca's bag from the table.

"Yes, Ma. It's a Diol brand, it's cheap" she said a little slowly so as not to disturb the baby.

Hearing the word 'cheap', Ms. Sinta was interested in asking the price. It looks like Bu Sinta's shopping soul will be transmitted to Bianca after giving birth. Just different places.

"How much is it, Bi?" asked Bu Sinta while observing the small black bag and not much decoration. Unostentatious. Perfect to use on the streets.

"Fifteen" replied Bianca.

"Fifteen thousand?" Ms. Sinta frowned in disbelief that the price was so cheap. In the market that he usually buys bags, the cheapest thousand fibers. Well, this looks like a good quality of only fifteen thousand, who believes it?

"Fifteen million, Ma."

Ms. Sinta is gaping. Slowly, he returned the bag he was holding. Remember that he just pulled, he pulled to see the quality and it turned out the price could be to buy crackers one truck.

"Bianca, it's expensive ...."

Bu Sinta was still fixated on hearing the price of a small bag the size of twice his phone.

"It's the cheapest, Ma!"

"Whatdidyou say? Cheapest??"

It feels like Bu Sinta. His hand held the table. Fear fainting.

"Yes, a bag that costs seventy-two million I have, really!" bianca said she didn't care about her mother's pale face.

"Well come with me, when we shop, I buy, which Mama wants," asked Bianca.

"Mama .. is enough in the market only, Bi. It's crazy Mama saw the price."

"Ah, Mama ... we shop together, Ma!"

"Enough, Bianca, enough! Mama's dizzy to hear it."

Bianca frowned looking at her mother.

Although Bianca gave tens of millions of dollars per month to her mother, but the woman did not even think of using it to buy a bag. He thought the money was saved for his only son's educational savings. He also did not think there was a trivial item that was expensive, as expensive as the neighboring yard.

Mother-former's soul was thrashing.