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Titi pov's

I walked very quickly while clenching his hands, he thought 'awas you mas, caught wet now, want to ngeles what else you Gerrrrr, I leave my son to my sister Desi and tell him not to take him in, I don't want my son to see what will happen inside.

I pulled the brazen man's shirt, he was so shocked his clothes on the pull of people arriving and on turning to me, I who had dark eyes directly slapped him

PLAKKKK.. The voice of the palm met the cheek of the man until his face turned to the side because it pushed my palm, I was very furious that he could dare to lie to me continuously, ''WHO ARE YOU WHEN MY TRAY ARRIVES, WHAT IS MY FAULT WITH YOU''

UHHH...

''You open Rashid mas, sorry I'm wrong people I think you're my husband who is cheating on his ex'' I gasp it turns out he's not my husband, at first glance it's similar but he's not..

''You know what the hell Titi, the female base be*o play slap aja, do you have any business with the same mas Hendra, anyway,? you know him mas?'' Dena who was at first dumbstruck by the shock of seeing the person who was with her I slapped, finally he asked while glaring and rebuking me with a thunderous voice like the horn of a big truck car horn that is used to transport sand and stone building materials, he said, he came up to the man and rubbed my slap with his palm, he looked at me with a gaze that seemed to swallow me alive, iiiihh suerem' but I was not afraid,

I'm just embarrassed and shocked because I've misdirected, I'm sorry Mas. ehh kang ehh'' once again I explained and apologized to the man while looking down and squeezing my hand, I was afraid that this would have long-tail, I was afraid that I would be reported to the police for violent acts, to people not known.

''Titi Rashawi right?, is this really you? you remember I don't Ti, I'm Hendra''

I know him, I look up and see his face, but I still don't remember who he is, I do feel like I have met someone who looks like him but...

''Who the hell? ''

''I'm your upperclassman when we were in Mts loh, the Scales man, ''' he explained

''ahh yes A hendra, ouchh. I'm sorry A I misrecognized people'' I apologize once again, really really embarrassed.

''I'm sorry but I asked for your phone number ''loh instead ask for the phone number, where do I have.

''I grimaced in embarrassment, he looked at me and then he reached into his pocket pulled out a card

''This is my business card, later if you have time please call me''he makes me call, what do you mean try? I'd better take it first, whatever you want on the phone.

''yes I'm here I keep, thank you A, I'm sorry I say goodbye and immediately go from there, I'm curious who the hell he is, I mean his status, I mean his status, how can he be Dena, he's Dena, right? very friendly again, but how he gave me a business card to call again, I do not understand, I glanced at the same keket uler who seemed to him again emotional soul, his face reddened, I glanced at him, and I still had time to hear him say ''what the hell is A giving him Aa's business card, Aa mean what the hell?'' but I don't care, bodo is very important he's not with my husband, weeee...

I wonder how his body A Hendra looks almost the same as Mas Rashid in the back.

I approached my sister Desi and immediately asked my son back and took him home, Desi looked at me in wonder and I said ''later I tell you at home''Desi nodded we approached the motorbike we had left and immediately went home.

at home I explained to Desi, laughing out loud after knowing I was wrong, but she also felt surprised by A Hendra who gave me a business card, the style once he said the villagers used to have business cards, and I thought so.

The lunch hour has passed, the motorbike that Desi bought has been delivered to the front of the house, Desi brings her into the house and with her pride she says''hehe.. motor I've come kak''' while grimacing wide, I stroke his shoulder and say''yeah you are great, can get money and buy your own goods, proud kaka same you''' I then hug him, can I get money, my only brother, if he succeeds I'm happy too

Desi looked at me and she said, ''we just take him to the field, let us know what he's doing not exactly promise'' Desi exclaimed

I looked back at him and said, ''let's go if you want to take between kaka, all of you test a new motor, I'll briefly make coffee in a small thermos first so we have a reason to nyamperin he made between coffees'' I rushed to the kitchen.

''eee hek hek hek ma ma''' I heard the voice of my son crying after waking up, usually it is so, if he wakes up and there is no me next to him then he will cry, he will cry, I asked Desi to help me pick it up because I was preparing coffee

''Des, please take the Son first and change his clothes so that we can leave quickly'' I exclaimed.

''yes this brother I have taken again I change clothes'' cried Desi back, I finished with a small thermos of coffee and all of you take the usual shawl to hold the baby, I'm done with a small thermos of coffee and all of you take the usual shawl to hold the baby,

''here the Son let the fat kaka let's go'' I take my son carrying him and come out together closing the door and locking him up.

Desi was ready with his motorbike and we continued to leave, about fifteen minutes drive I arrived at the farm owned by my husband, the bike can not be brought because the location of the field is slightly inward so we park it in a roadside hut, there are several motorcycles parked there and the motorcycle mas Rasyid also exist.

I walked with my sister with a feeling of anxiety, from afar I saw my husband was cleaning our fields from the rest of the scattering cassava trees that seemed to have just finished the harvest, he said, his sweat poured out profusely on his body and on his forehead, his face reddened with fatigue and heat, arrived my heart as if in a crumb, I feel pity for my husband, I feel pity for my husband,

The husband I thought might be having fun with his ex turns out he's working hard here, and I know maybe bi Darmi think that mas Rashid is someone else is A Hendra that is very similar to the Rashid mas, but my selfishness still dominates me, but my sense of self-centeredness still dominates me, because Rashid mas had said that he had also gone five times with them, namely his ex-wife and son.

we approached him, I called him

''Maass.. rest first..this I bring coffee'''he jumped in shock and immediately his face was smearing, his smile was broken and immediately washed his hands then approached us.

''Ahh alhamdulillah in his father's coffee, thanks ya mah, adek also follow ya, unfortunately father''' Mas Rashid look very happy to see my arrival who delivers coffee, Mas Rasyid, he received his flask and then took us to the hut where he usually rests, he looks tired, fortunately I also had time to bring bread earlier, for his coffee friend, for his coffee, he ate his bread voraciously then poured coffee into the lid of his flask and drank it while

blow the niup first

''Kok tumben mama same son nganterin father coffee''he asked with a smile while looking at me, he took over the son to be carried after putting his coffee is still hot.

''That's because there's Desi mas, he wants to try the new bike he bought this morning, he took me on the road and I thought to all of you see uhhh deliver coffee for you'' I told him half a lie.

''Ohhh so, hemm it ma, sorry dad did not come home at lunch, because the responsibility of his work must be done immediately so that it can be spit on the farm again''he looked at me and I turned my face away, if this is what he does every day why not be honest again

''Yes already mas me and Putra go home first yes, mas already want to go home or not'' I glanced at Desi and gave a code to him so we go home quickly, kasian son, when he was in the field, he was a child.

''The mother's coming home in a moment, this will mengelesain it first''he pointed to the trunk of the cassava tree that scattered.

''yes I have come home first, let's go home first so we can cook for dinner'' cried me while taking over my son from his father's sling and we went home.