DERRIS
PANICKED
Misako stared intently at the pira sitting in front of her. The man greedily ate the dishes presented at the table.
“Enak?” misako said.
“Hehehe sorry I really enjoyed this delicious dish.”
“After eating, sign our divorce papers. And your debt is paid off, you can return to Indonesia safely.”
“Then you? “
The two then stopped the eating agenda together. It's known that Derris' father is bankrupt. So choose to live in New York and work at Misako Connection Company. Derris' father was devastated to find his wife suing for divorce.
“I realize I'm no longer on par with you, but we have to consider Derris.”
“Save that silly remark of yours, do you think Derris has been feeling the whole family all along? Don't dream, don't we just get married and have kids. After that live each other's lives as before.”
The man who began to look gray squeezed the sheets of paper. He seemed to be dumped by the whole World, a wife who was considered faithful when difficult and happy just a figurative promise mouth only.
“I will not approve this divorce!”
“If you don't agree to it I can still sue you with charges I can fabricate. Remember, all this time Derris can not live hard. You know not, because you do too. My only son had to be driven out of the house and live in a slum. He even had to work in a foreign company. You know not, if Derris's education was high overseas graduates. You think my son's future only eats your love and your rotten promises!”
The deg! Misako's words were like a sword piercing through her body. I want to be deaf so I don't listen to him. His wife's insults and scorn can no longer be tolerated. His pride was like being trampled by Misako's slurs.
“Uhukkk, release!” neck's suffocating.
“Better you die but still my wife status, than we have to divorce live.” Continuously strangled Misako's neck strongly.
Prang, the sound of a broken jar hit the head until unconscious. Fortunately Misako herself is saved from the clutches of death.
“Now you realize no, that I can give you a better life.” Swiping Misako's cheeks.
The weak, helpless woman just sat down and leaned her body on the seat of a luxury limousine. Ambulance was contacted to take care of Derris' father who collapsed immediately.
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--SUKAMAGER, UH,
The activities of the residents are now increasing, every afternoon gathering on the paved road while looking for lice for women. And men carried their children while feeding. For the elderly hold a spiritual flush while rolling out a soft carpet. This road seems to be the wrong function of the accent liaison mobilization of economic movements. Become a gathering place and seek entertainment.
“Pak Village Chief, it looks like residents need to make a playground.”
“Mas Agus this could be, which there is even a garden as a vegetable garden. People here are more interested in vegetables instead of flowers. Hehehe.”
“But how will cars and vehicles pass if every day people crowded the road? The village is designed to be good and to move forward. In order to keep up with the times.”
“I know mas Agus, but I'd rather if the citizens of Sukamager enjoy the happiness of having paved roads. During this time they seemed to walk in the dry river hahahah.”
So long Agus served in Kampung, his attitude became local wisdom. Uphold the value of simplicity and respect for diversity.
“Duh Sir, akhattt__” lamented Sri Dewi.
“Pak Mr, mbak Dewi wetting!” sri Ajeng.
“Where's your album?”
“Mother go to plowing fields.”
The confusion of what actions Mr. Muji must do first. Because of the three births of his daughter, beliar was in Jakarta.
“Pak let's find what kind of cake, I want this lahiran well uh uh uh uh mana hold ih ih.” Rintih Sri Dewi's.
“Mbak really know you want to be born, it's just wetting your pants right.”
“See the baby's head is nongol Jeng!” peek at the baby's exit.
“Ahhhh,” fainted Sri Ajeng saw the head of a human who wanted to be born.
“Pak please pull his head, I am no longer strong ahhhhhh.” Sri Dewi twitched strongly.
Brolll out the entrails of Sri Dewi containing a healthy baby boy with amniotic fluid and blood. Mr. Muji had run out of ideas and reason back to the kitchen and took the skillet and spatula.
Teng, teng teng “For residents who have experience of children, please come to my house immediately. There are interesting rewards.” Like a competition with tantalizing lure of men and women in droves come to the house of Mr. Muji. After seeing the condition of his son and the baby who is still outside on the run.
“Woi you guys don't want money?” Mr. Muji called them back.
“GAK SIR, NGILU I MAH. “
“Auto sawan Pak.”
“Asks for same doctor please Sir.”
The various answers that were thrown from their mouths made Mr. Muji growled. He paddled his bike to the nearest Puskesmas. As a result, when a woman who was about to install contraception was stopped, Mr. Muji. The doctor was taken away on Sri Ayu's pink bicycle.
“Come Mom, my son's hunt is out of blood.” Pidal his bicycle.
“His umbilical cord has been scissored yet Sir?”
“But Ma'am, the umbilical cord must be cut like the inauguration is it?” ask Mr. Muji by continuing to pedal.
“It's Sir,” replied Doctor.
Pak Muji's bicycle was speeding fast. Through valleys, mountains, rivers, rice fields, gardeners and dams. Finally, he arrived at his residence. How surprised if Muji still lies but the baby is missing.
“YA LORD MY GRANDSON DIGONDOL LEAK HUAHAHAHAHA HIK HIK HIKS.”
