Don't insult my MOTHER

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Plaques

Plaques

twice the slap landed on the cheek smooth jehan.

"Grandma!" yelled at me who didn't believe that grandma was going to slap jehan.

"Mom... We can talk carefully." said the mother in a trembling voice as she continued to hug me.

"Mom, jihan's okay. It's not grandma's fault I got this slap." I said.

I saw a smiling amanda behind my grandmother, yeah.. I was wrong I shouldn't have slapped Amanda, but after seeing that smile. It feels like one slap is still not enough.

"Ma... Forgive grandma." said the grandmother in a trembling voice. Even the water almost fell.

"No problem, this slap doesn't mean anything to me. And I never regretted slapping amanda." I replied.

I left them all.

"Damn, forgive grandma darling!" grandma shouted after I climbed the stairs to the second floor.

I ignored Grandma's words, not because I was angry with her but because I couldn't do anything even to leave here I was still hesitant.

Up above I immediately locked the room door, felt the heat on my cheek.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Don't open the door, son."

"Let mom in."

"Damn... Jihan.."

Mom still calls me, because I still don't want to talk I ignore my mom and choose to cover myself with a blanket.

"Ais, let it go. Later if it's quiet let me talk to her"

Grandma's voice trying to stop mom from knocking on my room.

There was no more noise on the doorstep, I immediately got up and opened the door. Sure enough it looks like mom down with grandma.

Soon I picked up the phone and started typing story chapter by chapter I finished.

I was just graduated smp, because that's hard to get a job, at the age of almost 20 years I still do not work, so I still do not work, not because I do not want to but have tried to find with my smp diploma capital. But everything never produces.

Finally I helped my working mother become a laundry worker from house to house.

Until finally I met a writer who gave a lot of knowledge and also guided me until I ventured to become a writer on one of the online platforms.

Thank God, thanks to my guidance and tenacity I have finally become a contract writer who gets paid every month. Although still a beginner I keep trying to help the family economy.

"Damn.. Jihan.. Out you!"

The voice of uncle Proud in front of the door, I'm sure amanda must have complained a no-no.

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plaques

Plaques

Just as I opened the door, my uncle's hand landed on my cheek. The heat that was not lost is now added again.

"Uncle... Stop that!" said Najib who held his uncle's hand when he would land on my cheek again.

"This girl deserves her, how dare she slap amanda, who she is!" hardik uncle was vehemently excited.

"Jihan, got it from grandma. Uncle does not deserve to slap the jehan, other than the female jihan he is also not entirely wrong" replied Najib trying to defend me.

"Wow what's wrong with you, Najib? You're defending this fucking girl?" once again my uncle insulted me.

"Shut up! I'm not here to hear your trash sayings. If uncle wants to slap me again, please. But I'm gonna break uncle's hand that touched my skin!" my growl.

"What are you saying, you crazy girl!" the hardic.

Uncle left me after saying something bad.

"I know you're scared, uncle." I muttered.

"Are you really going to break Uncle Pride's hand?" najib asked with a surprised face.

"Why not. Even I can pry your eyes out if you still look at me like that." I replied.

Hearing that Najib immediately turned his face in any direction.

"Go! What do you want to be here again?"

"Yes, yes I'm going. My advice is not to be too fierce, later all men will be afraid to marry you" he said before actually leaving before me.

I slammed the door of my room, after Najib had disappeared from my eyes.

An annoyance that has not disappeared makes my head more throbbing, whether until when I will survive in this house. If only mom wanted to leave here, I would take her away from here and look for a small contract to just shelter.

***

The next day...

As usual I help my mother in the kitchen, prepare breakfast and so on.

"Don't your cheeks still hurt?" ask mom after all the breakfast is served at the dinner table.

"No, don't worry" I replied.

"Thank God"

"Mom"

"Hemm"

"Whether we leave this house, I don't want uncle and aunt to hurt mom" I said.

"Are you no longer able to survive here? at least for grandma."

"What should I defend? Even grandma slapped me without asking what the problem was."

There is no answer from mom, I'm sure you feel confused because after all you can not leave your grandmother alone at the age of twilight.

"Is jihan still angry?"

Mom and I looked at the origin of the sound, but my grandmother was behind me and my mother. I don't know since when Grandma was there.

"Are you not willing to forgive, grandma?" ask her again.

"I'm sorry grandma.. Grandma knows you must still be angry and upset, but grandma please don't leave here." she added.

I still didn't answer Grandma's question, a sense of annoyance still deeply filled the recesses of my heart. How not, every time I remember my grandmother's slap, as if a satisfied smile danced in my eyes. So that anger filled my heart again.

"Jihan, grandma is so sorry. Pardon grandma, for yesterday did not ask first what the problem was." said the grandmother in a voice that shook withholding tears.

"Jihan, talk" mother continued.

"I'm not mad, Grandma, I forgive you too. It's only natural that grandma slapped me yesterday. I've forgotten it." I replied.

Grepp

Grandma hugged me with tears she could no longer hold.

"Hic.. Hic.. I'm sorry, jihan. Grandma is so sorry"

"After hearing the latest explanation, grandma felt like she had done something to you, son." said the grandmother with sobs.

"Mom, jihan's not angry. Grandma take it easy as long as you still want to stay here, I'll stay here." I replied, releasing my grandmother's embrace and I wiped the tears off her old face.

Seeing Grandma cry I feel guilty, so selfish I let grandma cry.

"I'm sorry jihan, for making my grandmother cry" I said.

Grandma hugged me back, ah I hate this kind of atmosphere the most. Where to see tears

"When we're gonna have breakfast, Grandma. Jihan was already so hungry." I asked when grandma was still tightly hugging me.

"Oh yes, grandma forgot."

"Let's eat, ice please later put some side dishes and rice into the lunch box. Let jihan deliver to Najib's office, he left early in the morning until he forgot breakfast" said grandma.

Uhuk

Uhuk

"Slowly, slowly" said the mother, offering a glass of water.

I drank up to the toilet, how could grandma talk so without asking if I wanted to or not.

"You want it, jihan." asked grandma.

"Eh! I... Yes, my mother." I replied.

"God! Why do I say yes." I murmured in my heart.

"Grandmother knows, you certainly will not refuse the request of grandma" said grandma.

After everything was prepared, I immediately gasped towards Najib's office. At first my grandmother asked me to use a car driven by a driver, but I refused because I prefer to use a motorbike.

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