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Almost every night Rafli and Fatarani always argue and fight for small problems. Fatarani who now feels her life is threatened since the presence of Rara in the midst of her relationship with Rafli, her husband who is increasingly stretched.
"What do you want Dad? Still calling that itchy woman!!" fatarani shouted loudly as she welcomed Rafli, her husband who had just come from his work.
Rafli could only go silent. Not to lose because it admitted wrong, better Rafli shut up and relented if Fatarani had started fiery.
With his leisure, Rafli parked his bike and just entered into the rented house.
Fatarani can only stare at Rafli and follow where Rafli is going.
"Proud, loved Rara. Itchy women, who have no self-esteem and are always bothering people's husbands. The woman does not sell well and cannot find another man who can provide comfort. Do I still have to choose to damage someone else's household?" the cry of the fatarani grew louder and more wrathful.
Both Fatarani's hands hit Rafli's back, who was walking towards the kitchen to fetch water.
Rafli's head has been dizzy since coming home from work. The rain that fell down mngguyur Jakarta from day to night never stopped making Rafli must be willing to go home wet.
BUGH!!
BUGH!!
BUGH!!
The back that feels tired and weak must get a hard hit from both tiny Fatarani hands. It looks small but its power is so strong. Fatarani was upset and expressed her anger and annoyance through Rafli the Husband.
The blow was very painful, especially Rafli just silent and not retaliated. Not to be swept away also in the emotions that surround Fatarani and it feels hot and sultry inside the house.
Rafli turned his body and stared intently at Fatarani. But, Fatarani steadily returned that sharp gaze with a plot.
"What?!! You don't accept?!! Want angry?!! The one who should be angry is Mother!!" fatarni shouted louder.
The loud and squealing voice disturbed the sleep of the four children Rafli and Fatarani who were slumbering. Seeing his parents fighting.
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For two days now Rafli has silenced his wife Fatarani. There is nothing more to talk about because everything is clear. Rafli has also admitted all his relationships with Rara. his closeness with Rara has been paid handsomely with the rift of his household that has been built by Rafli and Fatarani for eleven years.
Even this morning, the Husband and Wife carried out their respective activities as usual, without warm greetings, without affectionate calls and without the usual attention they often do as a married couple.
Fatarani's heart was frozen and cold towards Rafli, her Husband. Every morning Fatarani only woke up and then carried out her activities as a Housewife.
Just like Rafli who always comes home in the middle of the night from his workplace and immediately falls asleep to restore his energy in the morning. After waking up in the morning and performing dawn prayers, Rafli's activity is taking care of his four children.
This morning, Rafli came to his parents' house to help get his mother's merchandise out. Rafli's mother is a hardworking wife, devoted to taking care of her sick husband without any sense of complaining and giving up.
"Why your head? Swollen and leaking like that?" asked Rafli's mother when tidying the rice wares sitting on the serving table that has been prepared in front of her house.
Rafli who was carrying a long bench for a place to wait for buyers also pretended not to hear it. Rafli did not answer questions from his mother. If only he knew, Rafli had been arguing with Fatarani, of course, Rafli's mother would defend her son until the last blood point.
In the past, Rafli's mother was the person who most disapproved of Rafli's relationship with Fatarani, whether feeling a mother who saw there was a negative aura of Fatarani when she was acquainted and brought home by Rafli.
Rafli's mother has been very unhappy with the character of Rafli, his son. Rafli is a man not a complainant or a man who likes to tell stories and tell problems.
"Rafli, If asked by the mother, the answer is not even ignored or pretended not to hear, then even not dengr you know," said Ms. Rafli who was stirring vegetable id pan is still hot.
Rafli put down the long stool and walked over to his mother and hugged her mother from the trunk tightly while wrapping both big hands in front of her mother's stomach. His head was placed on his mother's shoulders until his heart began to feel a little comfortable.
Rafli was still speechless while breathing the scent of his mother's body that Rafli had always longed for so far. Rafli's time is up for his job to make a living, not to mention his household affairs that require Rafli to take care of his four children every morning.
"Why are you, Rafli? Unusually? What's the matter? Not paid the motor?" ask the mother in a soft voice.
Rafli's mother also enjoyed the warm embrace of the Son. The embrace of affection that has long disappeared since Rafli married and married. And, this hug is never felt back between the child and the mother.
"Little problem Mom. Don't worry," said Rafli softly as he kissed the Mother's cheek. Rafli loosened his arms and sat down on a chair beside his mother.
"With Fatarani? Yesterday your eldest son was angered by Fatarani after school. Until when do you hold on to the attitude of Fatarani, your wife. I'm just afraid of the psychic of your four children, Rafli," said the mother told me what she saw yesterday.
Rafli's mother is very fond of seeing the household life Rafli and Fatarani. Eleven years wading through the household ark, but his life is still like that.
"Rafli has tried to change the hard attitude and grumpy character of Fatarani in order to be more gentle. But, it seems like Rafli's efforts eleven years are in vain," said Rafli weakened. It was hard to face the stone head and rough attitude of the woman who loved it. This attitude sometimes makes Rafli sometimes lazy to argue and better give up so that a problem does not come back long.
Rafli's mother nodded slowly. The mother really understands what Rafli is feeling right now.
"Say I'll change my wife?" ask the Mother while chuckling softly.
Rafli was surprised by the Mother's words in addition, The Mother laughed a little mockingly.
"Yes, Rafli changed wives?" rafli said with anxiety.
Rafli is a little anxious for fear of the Mother knowing her connection to Rara.
"Well, if there's something better, why not?" said the Mother slowly while starting to sell.
"It's impossible, isn't it, Mom? Although there is a candidate as well," said Rafli with a laugh.
"Find it, if there is one. Introduce me," said the Mother slowly with a serious tone.
"Huf ... How about it later," replied Rafli slowly.
"Yes, would you like to eat some rice? Still warm. Wrap for Fatarani and the kids?" ask Rafli's Mother.
"Yes Mom, no need. Rafli's coming home. Poor the youngest," said Rafli slowly as he got up from his seat and passed home after kissing the back of the Mother's hand.
Rafli walked slowly and stopped by a stall to buy coffee and some bread ordered by his four children.
"Hey Rafli?" greet one of the old Father who was buying a pack of cigarettes as well.
"Yes Sir. What's up?" asked Rafli in a soft voice.
"Yesterday what's going on? from the direction of your room in the middle of the night you hear a noise?" ask the old man who looks curious and curious.
Rafli was silent and silent. The problem that is being faced is a family problem and not a problem that can be consumed in general.
"There's nothing sir. Ordinary, family chat while watching television so hysterical," replied Rafli as if indifferent and ignoring.
Rafli who did not want to take a headache immediately bought his needs and passed home.
"Dad !!!" the youngest voice was so loud and loud screaming.
The father smiled and approached the eleven-month-old girl. Rafli also carried his girl and brought into the house with his three brothers who were deliberately waiting for the Father to come home.
"Dad bring what?" ask the eldest with curiosity and take the plastic bag held by the father.
The plastic was opened and the firstborn immediately took some of the bread inside and distributed one by one the bread to his sisters.
With ravenous four children Rafli began to eat the bread very delicious.
"Enak? Chocolate bread?" rafli asked the four children who began to struggle with chocolate contents around his lips.
"Enak Daddy. Buy it again tomorrow, right?" pinta si slung dnegan full of hope.
Somehow the chocolate stuffing bread feels good and melts on the tongue when it starts to chew.
