Crazy Woman's
The quarrel
"Little by little you become better nduk, I yesterday saw you have not listened to the song, where have you been wearing a tight hijab that protects your face to the whole body. So the wife yes it should be like that, it should be a good suri tauladan for your son"
Astuti said as he stroked the elus of the girl's head. The twilight wind that blew stroked Madame Blomington's hair, as if justifying the old man's opinion.
What is the criteria of a pious wife should always be a woman who has a thick hijab, likes nasyhid and everything smells arabic. What a Muslim woman who likes k pop, and dress modestly cannot be categorized as a sholeh wife. If that is true how lucky they are, while we are, we have to take off the knickknacks uniqueness of ourselves just to get the label wife shalihah.
Not feeling the details of tears falling on the cheeks of Mrs Blomington, how hard to uphold this Islamic deenul. Ah if you can choose, it is better to be a living eagle than to be a parrot living in a golden cage like this.
Then it is wrong if the human side of the Javanese-Russian crossbreed woman appears, is not she a human who has a taste, she is a human being,
"Mas, how about we build a restaurant here" said the female student finger pointed at the cardboard paper that was spread on the table, while Madame Blomington and Astuti who had just come from the afternoon street could only look at the intimacy.
Bruaaak.tiba only the door slammed hard to make the two men fell aghast.
The student fell. He lowered his head, a wad of tears dripping down his cheeks. He always remembered the advice of his mother.
"Nduk, masiya awake dhewe wong ora nduwe, but fill nduwe ajining himself, ora ilok nduk njaluk capital neng wong liya masiya kuwi as late as dhewe
(kid, even though we are people who do not have it, but still have self-esteem, embarrassing son, ask for business capital to others, even though the person is our own relative)
Ah if only, father was still alive, of course the story would not be like this. had he been there, if only, if only.
"Have been satisfied, you are satisfied to see he dashed his wish just for your happiness" said Mr. Sunandar while glaring.
Mrs Blomington immediately snorted.
"Alah mas, only got hundreds of thousands of dollars just why your sister was already dagu"
The thin-moustached man stopped bribing food.
"Rather than you, where are the investment returns for this month"
"Oh so, mas feel superior because it gives shopping money so, I forget who cooked for mas all this time who, according to mas all this time I did not contribute so"
After saying so he cried bitterly in the bedroom. It leaves a heart wound for both.
The silence stayed at home for a while. This has led to speculation in Mrs Blomington's heartstrings.
Does that man still love her.
Will he be divorced.
The shadow of divorce bit the pulse. Poverty, Hunger, and various other trials seemed to be present in his eyes.
O God, why has he always depended on the man, and ask who was willing to give work to the forty-five-year-old.
"What's wrong, I see you end up angry just work, is there anything less pleasing to your heart"
The woman buried her head into the woman's lap.
"Oh mother, I feel the nature of negative traits that exist in me has destroyed the value of this household, I have to how the mother"
The old woman wearing the black kebaya stroked Madame Blomington's head.
"I know that, envy of other people's achievements is normal, I used to be like that"
"There is no way to shorten the path to wisdom" ma'am"
"There's, unfortunately, the road is steep and a little scary, are you willing to go through it"
"I'm going through mom"
