Arumi Sekar

mr. RT and the citizens

I don't know how long I've been confined to the cradle of this daydreaming contest, after my heart and brain were tired by the man I thought was able to protect, these eyes closed to enjoy the pleasure of sleep.

no more noise Bima mas, hopefully he has gone to his mother's house, I'm sick of seeing his shameless face, astagfirullah, forgive me.

I put this foot out of the room, the intention of the heart wanted to take a bath and immediately fulfill the obligations of four of my skirts, but when I opened the door, the scenery immediately made me massage my chest, mas Bima sleeps on her back in front of the door with her backpack wrapped.

whether it is made of what his heart is, he can usually behave like a person who does not know education, is not the least bit ashamed of my mother and sister who also live in this house, yes Robb increase this sense of patience, so that emotions do not control themselves continuously.

I shook my head and began to tiptoe slowly to pass it, either this heart was numb, so no longer want to care about what he did.

continuing the initial intention to bathe and immediately pray ashar, because the clock on the wall has shown four hours past ten minutes, aah because it dissolves with feelings until I almost lost my time to worship, he said, mother always reminds to be on time in prayer, because Allah will open the door of fortune and facilitate all our affairs.

after finishing the bath, I decided to go upstairs, better to do the prayer there, I also want to enjoy my complaints with the owner of my life.

after finishing spilling the taste that makes the heart crowded, I suddenly remembered if I had not locked the closet, I was afraid if the Bima mas desperate to take what is not right, without removing the mucus, I was afraid, I quickly ran down the stairs, making Rina shocked even follow me running through the stairs after the stairs.

what I was worried about turned out to be happening, without sinful mas bima was already in the room with a position facing the wardrobe, and it looks like his hand is opening my wallet, astagfirullah, astagfirullah, I constantly say Istighfar so that the behavior side does not come out.

" what are you doing mas?

give me back my wallet, don't tell me to think my husband's a thief, he stole my money."

with the chest rising and falling holding in anger from earlier, this mouth involuntarily snapped and said a word that should not be spoken, the emotions had mastered the heart that was tired because of his behavior.

"keep your mouth Sekar, I don't steal, I just take my rights as your husband, what's wrong, I'm your husband, I have rights, your money is also my money, don't you need to grow up, you're the only one that's hard to share."

mas Bima lightly spoke as if my hard work was also his right, and he could just as casually take and use my money as he pleased, I will not let it happen again, from this second, from this moment on, I made sure he got out of this house, and he's not coming back, let people think what about me, I just want to keep my heart sane.

"return my purse, don't be sassy Bima, I'm fed up with all your attitude."

with emotion and anger that has peaked, I approached Bima and tried to seize my wallet in his hand.

with his face shocked because of my words, Bima did not realize if I had snatched the wallet in his hand.

I have never filled a lot of money in the wallet, at least three to five hundred, just keep it if it comes to need to buy something, I check the contents of my wallet and it turns out to be empty, mas Bima has secured the contents, I swear by whatever I hate the man in front of me, not because of money, but rather the behavior of not knowing the shame.

still with a bursting chest, I checked the ATM in my wallet, there are four ATMs and here are only three ATMs that means Bima has taken one of my ATMs.

" return my ATM you took and the money you stole, before I screamed and invited everyone here, because I never wanted to, you took my money at will, you guys don't know how ashamed you are, Bima."

" cry, I don't care, I don't steal, I just borrow my wife's money."

Bima shamelessly remained firm with his stupid thoughts, without feeling guilty what else shame, Bima walked past Sekar, when he reached the door, Bima turned his head again, again without shame, Bima, he asked how many ATM pins he had brought.

" ooh yeah, how many pins is this?"

"alright, you have challenged me, Bima, don't blame me for having to do this to you."

Sekar passed Bima with a hasty step towards the terrace of the house, unexpectedly, Sekar shouted that there was a burrow in his house, and of course invited the attention of all the neighbors, what else is still a bright day, what more, it does not take long, many neighbors have run to Sekar's house and there is one of the residents who called RT sir.

"minest..please ...please...ada maliiing"

"crazy you are"

bima began to panic, and immediately took his montor intending to leave immediately, but it was too late, because many residents had arrived to meet in front of Sekar's house.

"most of all, where's the vane of Sekar's mbak?"

ask some of the people who are already in place.

" that's the thief" Sekar pointed at Bima who was preparing to go up to his montor, and immediately the citizens immediately dumbfounded, because they were confused by what really happened.

"that's mas Bima, husband mbak Sekar, cook into a thief" one of the residents said confused.

"yes he is my husband, and will be my ex-husband, he has stolen my money by force, please help me to take what is rightfully mine."

Sekar spoke with a sharp gaze towards Bima without the slightest hesitation and fear, the woman who was tired of her behavior when she was her husband was no longer just giving mercy to the man who was now starting to feel the heat for holding his wife's bar shame.

" is that really true for Bima?

maybe this is a misunderstanding, better solved well good"

timpal Pak Kardi whose house is not far from the house of Sekar, and is justified by other residents.

" yes, finish it well both mbak Sekar, and for the Bima mas, if it is true with what was said mba Sekar, it is better for the Bima to return the money mbak Sekar, because the wife's money belongs to the wife, the husband has no right to ask for anything else to steal." said one of the residents.

" i've asked well, but instead he was determined to take my ATM too, do I have to be quiet, while I was dzolimi by my own husband?" said a fire, and Lina tried to calm her sister.

" you bastard wife Sekar, you can shame your husband in front of many people, I reiterate to all of you, I did not steal the money Sekar, I just took it from my wife's wallet, I just took it from my wife's wallet, since he didn't want to love it when I asked him well, I only asked for one million five hundred for my mother, but he was stingy, so I took it, anyway my mother also her mother, where's my fault ?"

Bima spoke in a high tone as if what he said was right and thought that everyone would support his attitude, but it was precisely the cheers and swearing of harsh curses that he got.

the more boisterous and rowdy citizens, Mr. Hartono, as the head of RT came to mediate.

"already already, do not fuss and later be fatal, let's finish well either." mr. RT tried to dampen the emotions of mothers who are anxious with the way of thinking Bima.

" mbak Sekar and mas Bima, better finish well well, let's talk about this inside, shame on the citizens."

with a heavy heart Bima stepped in and followed by RT sir and two men who entered, mother who was still kepo, chose to stand on the terrace to steal the listen.