BABE JADULKU

Part 5's

When he drove Dad to the airport, he hugged us one by one, he cried like he was going to separate forever, but just wanted to umrah.

"Dad's job is done, you're all married, who get along well, My children don't envy each other" said Father.

Indeed, when I was not married, Dad felt like there was still a burden, every meeting was always asked when the marriage was. I was late for marriage, not because I did not sell, but indeed no one wanted, somehow every time I had a relationship with someone it always ran aground before going to the guarantee until I finally tired myself, waiting for fate. Who would have thought at the age of thirty-two years met a thirty-six year old mate, tajir anyway.

After Dad left we all went back to our homes, my youngest brother stayed at the parents' house. We are six brothers, three men and three women. The first boy, the second girl, the new me, and my three sisters two boys and one girl. They all have children, I live who have not.

"Bang, I want to go back to the village of Abang," I said one afternoon. At that time my husband was making a wooden bench. That's how my husband is, there's just something he's doing. Make a chicken coop, make a chair, make a table, even make a closet for us.

"There is no good in the village, Dek, Adek will not stand, the nearest house is a hundred meters away, many cows roam, not cows that are kept in captivity, but houses that are caged, while cows roam freely." husband says.

I was more curious about the village, what about the cattle farm two hundred?

"Don't have a palm oil plantation?" ask again.

"A little, Deck."

"Dad said broad?"

"Gini, Dek, Abang give a picture of Abang village yes. There is a ten-hectare oil palm plantation, surrounding this garden is caged, newly released cows under the palm, in the garden, there are six employee houses, the same house we are seven, can imagine, Deck, Dek, in ten acres there are only seven families. The distance from the big road to our garden there are forty kilometers, the road is not good, if the adek to it has not been passed out first, hahaha," said the husband.

Just this time the husband laughed so loosely, he's a person who rarely laughs very well my brother said to people who don't know him people would think my husband is strange.

"I still want to, Bang," I said again.

"Yes, already, later we go there, now we are still on our honeymoon" said the husband as he glanced at me mischievously.

"Well three months, still a honeymoon?" I said while pinching her waist slowly.

"Yes, Dek, actually Brother wants a honeymoon forever, is tired Brother who works twenty years already, Brother wants to enjoy life first, wants to see this vast world," said the husband.

"What could be, Bang, forever a honeymoon, not taken care of apparently the garden and the cow?"

"People who take care, Dek, we only receive the results once a year, the harvest of cattle is only Eid al-Adha."

"Pregnant?"

"Oh, that's Dad who takes care of it, so old Dad can still take care of it."

"How's this cow earning, Bang?" I don't know why I want to know so much.

"Look, Dek, the cow is raised on our land, the worker can be half, we are half, one family can take care of the cow forty, the maximum, if the cow gives birth, for two."

"How many years' worth of results?"

"Depending, Deck, one female cow breeds once a year, we use two systems, fattening and breeding. When fattening, cattle will be bought and raised on the oil palm land, after one new year sold, the profit from one fattening cow is approximately ten million one year, depending on the cow, for two equal workers, so we can five million, during this time Brother who works alone, now brother is tired, wants to enjoy life, tired of continuing cow control, self does not marry."

I began to count profits, one cow five million, two hundred cows, two hundred million a year, for twelve months roughly fifteen million a month. It's just from fattening, there's more said the nursery Wah, my great husband, he's paid fifteen million just sitting a foot barge at home.

"Why is old brother married?" ask again.

Strange indeed we when you think about it, after three months of marriage there is only starting to be communication, maybe this is what people say dating after marriage, knowing each other personally after marriage.

"Nobody wants to, Dek, no girl wants to be the same cowboy, my skills are just mating cows, until you forget yourself, so be it, Deck, don't talk about it, anyway we're happy, no need to work."

Our conversation stopped because a guest came, it turned out that the Neat was coming.

"Where the hell are you, Niyet, on the phone unappointed, in-Wa unread, because you've moved to the north pole?" said Neat as soon as she opened the helmet.

I just remembered, my HP I put in the room, somehow I became followed by my husband did not hold HP.

"Why are you looking for me, Rapet?"

"This is, send an invitation, I'm not like you, marry not friends," said Rapi while giving an invitation.

"Well, you did, yeah, Rapet,"

"Yes, that's it, come you yes, all of us reunion, take this Rambo," said Rapi before he finally left.

Whoa, reunion? What will my gangmate say when he sees my old husband?

My household is so strange, at least so people say, we do everything together, shopping together, eating together, even bathing and cleaning we are always together. With my husband I began to be able to reduce the dependence of gatget, his age was like contagious to me. Husband's activities only take care of three-tailed roosters.

"Morning, Mom, don't go to work?" I heard the next door neighbor say hello to my husband. I was watching TV, and my husband was sweeping the page outside.

"By the morning too, Ma'am," replied the husband.

"It's work again" replied the husband.

"Eh, Miss Nia, I'm sorry, I don't want to go to the club, but just wonder if her husband doesn't work?" ask again, when I get out. Uh, this is a neighbor he said not kepo, but kepo too.

I don't know what to answer, maybe they're surprised, my husband is home every day. We never go anywhere, we always both go.

"Began to be angry" I finally replied.

"Oh, what a pity yes, I will ask the husband where there are vacancies," said this neighbor.

Neighbors began to ask a lot, the appearance of a husband who was like a gardener plus his goblet hair made the neighbors gossip. It's often heard in the ears that they talk about my husband.

"Bang, we can't keep pretending to be poor" I told my husband.

"Abang never pretends, Dek, it's the way it is. People who think poor."

"We go every day, Bang, let the neighbors go to work,"

"That's new pretend, Dek,"

Ah, it's hard to talk to my husband, he could be calm so people talk, he doesn't care what people say. Never neighbor nyindir husband.

"So men are not responsible, the work is just taking care of chicken,"

My husband just returned with a smile. I want to shut the neighbor's mouth, but my husband always forbids.

"Let alone be considered a poor man, Dek, rather than be considered rich," so always the husband said.

Though out there many people are competing to be considered rich, nyicil car, nyicil motor, HP sophisticated.

One day I was hot to see a sister-in-law's message in the WA family group. He wrote this;

(The results of the candle guard will not be a blessing, just look at the house contracted, given the house credit does not want)

I know the message was meant for me.

(Not keep the candle, but the noodles are spiny, bald)

Spoke my sister's wife.

I got hotter, I screamed for my husband.

"Bangg ...!"

"What the hell, Dek?"

.

"I'm tired of always being insulted, my own brothers are insulting, I want to show them my husband has a house, the house is only ten cows" I said to the husband.

"Duh, what's up, Dek, who's contemptible who, when, our feelings aren't going anywhere today,"

"In the WAG family, Bang," I said.

"What's that WAG?"

Duh, I forgot my husband is from the eighties.

Here, Bang, here," I said, showing my HP.

"Well, gossip can also pass HP yes," said the husband.

"The husband is insensitive, does not understand the feelings of the wife," I said, turning around.

"I'm also human, Bang, a bit of a show-off it's human nature, it's two thousand years, not eighties" I said.

The brother who insulted me, the husband I scolded.

"Udah, Dek, we buy a house and a car, call the bank, we melt our money, if we sell less cows," said the husband.

It turns out that this is the weakness of the husband, he does not accept if his wife is insulted. Ah, I love this old man more and more.

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