About A Taste

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Gendongin ni child. Her abstract rant diverted my world. Kangen Kaba, the son of Yusuf. Must be big now.

"Cut?" Ask Ma'am Aiys.

"He'em, it's so funny, Ma'am," I replied spontaneously.

"Usaha continues to be the same Cak Ibil. I can get a gini cake. Hahaha," said Ma'am Aiys.

"Hehehe, yes Ma'am" I replied. Believe that! My heart feels torn to shreds.

"Back Ibil! Ken's gas!" Ma'am Aiys told Mas Aibil beside me.

I saw him put on his shy face. Fuck up! Fuckin' ugly! How do you want to have a child? Unlock the seal yet! His eyes from earlier pointed at Anisa who was lying on Mother's lap. Waitaminute! Why do I feel ordinary? There was no jealous fire at all. Aye! Although Anisa is my best friend, I should still have that feeling even a little. Why am I so ordinary now? I really was a fool with Mas Aibil's attitude.

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Alarm device wakes Wardah up. She remembered a conversation that her husband did not answer. Is it worth mentioning husband? Even sleep is far apart.

"Mas, is there something wrong with me?" Tanyaku. When I sat down at Cak Ibil's side last night.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to bed. Sleepy, you also do not sleep last night. Tomorrow we leave in the morning" replied Cak Ibil.

It always is, every night it always is. No chatter led to the future of the new family. Whenever offending household problems must always be avoided. Willing to tell Anisa all did not dare. It's one of the family's disgrace. Yes, indeed Anisa knows the basis of the problem, but not all.

I know very well during the family room last night when my husband often noticed Anisa. When Anisa was put on her head by her in-laws. Once again! Again my envy appeared. I'm envious! Aye! I envy my own friends. But I'm also happy to see my best friend happy.

Oh my God, can I survive with a household like this? It hasn't been a month, but I complain every day. I know God never gets tired of listening to my prayers. But here I am getting tired of my life.

The kling! One notiv appeared on my device .

'How was Anisa ndok's house?' Mother sent me a message.

"Alhamdulillah Mommy, Wardah happy here, Umi said hello earlier, Wardah forgot not to tell," I replied.

"Alaiki wa alaihassalam. You okay, aren't you?" Ask him again.

Mother's instincts are always right about her child. But I don't want to admit that I'm not okay. It feels like I'd love to type if 'i'm not okay Mother'.

Pouring out the whole uneg-uneg. But I can't.

"Wardah well Mother, yes yes Bun, Mas Aibil told Wardah to sleep fast. Tomorrow we have to leave early". Lirih Wardah, until finally hang up the phone.

A phone call that means a lot to me. Mother is a mother who feels. Maybe not just Mother. But the whole mother.

I saw Mas Aibil still asleep. There is no intention at all to invite him to pray together for the night. I choose to go to the bathroom to shower as well as ablution.

Looks like he's a kebo incarnation. Why don't you wake up after I tried to make noise? I've been intent on opening and closing the door hard still not getting up. Where is the disappearance of the Ustadz disguise he was holding?

Seriate....

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