CHARM GIRL LOVE (CONGRAT)

Regretting

After finishing the great war earlier and was satisfied to bring out all the mainstay moves. I rushed to take a shower and dressed, then left the household that felt like hell.

I went to my mother's house, which is in the village next door. I left my son Riki_ with his father in that house. Let bang Diki know what it's like to be a housewife who must be cooped up all day in the house. Let her appreciate how hard it is to be a wife.

That's also he's quite good, because some houses and cooking processions have me who mergerjain all. The only business is bathing Riki and washing kitchen utensils that I have not had time to clean earlier.

 Suddenly I felt sorry. Sorry for doing so much, almost everything. I also regret why the war came so late. Supposedly, the war came early so that I could be free faster and homework for Bang Diki was more and more heavy. 

Why did I just break a glass, I should have broken even more. A dozen or two dozen. Let Bang Diki know who I really am. If necessary, let me burn the house just now, let the household no longer exist. So, I could be completely free from a shackle called a marriage bond. 

Along the way, that was all I thought about over and over again.

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"Grandmother Riki hasn't come home yet, Buk!" exclaimed one of the neighbors next door to my mother's house, when I realized my existence was from earlier calling from outside.

"Oh, yes Buk. Thanks yeah!"

"Where riki? how do you look?"

"He's not coming, Buk. Stay at home with his father."

"Oh, it's worth not looking at. Does your father not work?"

I'm shaking." Another holiday, Buk. Take a break, he said."

"Well, if we work alone, not tied to others, can take a day off like-minded. If it's like bang Nanda, nonstop there's no holiday," she said of her husband who works in a motorcycle repair shop.

Actually, our age is not much different. He was above me for only a few years. But, because we already have a husband and each already has children, we are more comfortable if each other greet each other with the name Mother. The effect is more mature, and children can also imitate.

"Here you go, stop by first! Gossip us first." He offered.

Because I was so scared, I stopped by her house. We have not talked together for a long time because I myself have rarely played here. If you come back here, we do not have time to gather again like before.

"Look yes, stay home by yourself. No one bothers."

"Just like, Buk. If it's still contracted, where's the good."

"At least Buk, can be free. Not equally disturbed in-laws also in-laws."

I just smiled, because he did not know how Bang Diki behaved towards me. Whatever he has done to me all this time. But, what's the point if I tell him. If all of this does not benefit at all. It would be nice if all that I keep to myself, so that people do not know how bad my husband's temper is.

After all, he is still my husband and the father of my son, which I must of course cover up all his ugliness. Is not Aib our husband also our Aib?

"Not rich, Buk! Even trapped in this house," he confided again.

"But it's good, Buk. I don't think about rent."

"Yes. Outsiders always think of that cake, Buk. In fact, all-all must be in-laws who chatter. Salary husband even he all who hold. If I'm here, it's not like a maid, Buk. It was still mending maids in the house people get a salary. Lah, here even get caci maki."

"Patience is Buk, we! That's what lives in this household, no one is straight. Who asked for the bend," I comforted him. But those words are more worthy of my own making. 

We talked a long time back and forth until I saw my mother had come home.

My mother worked as a domestic assistant in one of the houses of a respected person in this village. But, he only worked half a day in the morning, and later around four o'clock in the afternoon came again to lift the clothesline while ironing it. It's good to cover my mother's needs and my sister's daily school fees.

"Where's riki?" ask mommy.

I just kept quiet and didn't say. Keep walking into the house he just opened.

"What cooking food?"

"From earlier. I don't think mom works." I picked up a plate and started scooping the rice. My stomach was already sore from earlier because it had not eaten breakfast from home. I forgot to eat breakfast, because of the emotion of seeing the behavior of my husband who did not know it was lucky.

"Riki, where is she left? Who's she at home with?"

"Who else" I replied flatly. Because it's still males actually allude to the unfaithful husband.

"Not her job?"

"No." I'm shaking.

"Why?"

"Something."

My mother took a deep breath. "Ragging again?"

"Huh-uh."

He kept quiet, letting me enjoy the food in front of me now. Though I knew, he would soon be preaching to me.

"Well, don't you eat?"

"A little while."

My mother kept quiet for a long time and did some homework she hadn't done this morning. After finishing eating, mom came back to me in the room that just wanted to straighten the body.

"So, what's that guy eating over there?"

"So, I cooked it already."

"So, what's your son?"

"Let him take care of it, let him know what it's like to take care of a child."

My mother took another deep breath and started lighting a cigarette in her hand.

My mother was an active smoker. However, even so, she was not a cheap woman. And I don't know when he's been smoking that nicotine drug either.

"I want to stay here" I asked him.

"So, what's your son?"

"Let her father take care of her."

We kept quiet, I started surfing in cyberspace and started looking for job vacancies that were in need of employees. There are actually many job advertisements available. However, I have conditions that I cannot fulfill.

The average job vacancy has such complicated conditions. Must be single, unmarried, look attractive and have a diploma. As for myself, what is the power that only graduated from High School has not yet graduated.

I send inbox messages one by one to friends I know, both roommates or former school friends who have successfully wandered out of town to ask for work. However, no one needs new employees especially those who only have an SMP diploma. How hard is it to find a job in this country?

 All-all must rely on diplomas only. If she didn't have a diploma like me, her fate address would be a real housewife, who would only be bullied and enslaved by her husband.

Tired of sending messages and waiting for replies from some unread messages, I finally fell asleep until my mother woke me up when it was a little afternoon.

"Cock haven't you come home yet?"

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