Feel Engineering

Seng There is an Opponent

Chapter 73 Seng No Opponent

Azka

I woke up feeling very thirsty and hungry, I saw the clock on the phone, still at 3 am. I stepped out of the room looking for something in the fridge that could run up my stomach. Apparently there is still bone soup prepared by the mother last night and I heated it in the microwave. Last night we skipped dinner for granted, probably because we were too tired to fall asleep.

After eating, I went back to my room to continue sleeping. After a few minutes of trying to get into sleep, my drowsiness just evaporated. I looked at Dea's sleeping face in peace.

"It's a shame that you've got a guy like me, a guy who's been rude, and your dad never did that. I remember you were very spoiled by Yudha, but now you are willing to dedicate your life to me, a foreign man who has no achievements in your life. You can choose to enjoy your life without having to ask permission from anyone, without anyone setting your life rules, without anyone tying you up, you know, but now you're willing to sacrifice your youth to make my parents happy, and so am I." I let out a long sigh in a chest-stifling murmur.

From this I thought and asked myself, "Why is it so easy for some men to beat his wife violently, after she leaves her family home, and then comes to him? Why is it easy for some men to go out with their friends, then go to a restaurant and eat without caring who is in the house? Why is it light for some men to make their sitting time outside the house more than sitting with their wives and children? Why is it light for some men to make his house like a prison for his wife, not he took out and also not he accompanied. How can it be easy for some men to let their wives sleep, while in their hearts there is a bitterness of feeling and in their eyes are tears held back?

How can it be easy for some men to go walking while their wives leave without caring about their fate as long as they are gone, Why can it be light for some men to depart from the responsibilities that he will be responsible for in the afterlife?"

I felt no tears I shed, regretting my every word and ill-treatment to the old Dea. He does not deserve to be treated in such a way by me. I really have no right to hurt him. He had chosen me as his father's replacement to make him happy, but I easily hurt him.

"I'm sorry, De!" Say I peeked his chubby cheeks many times.

Dea squirms, it looks like I've disturbed her sleep.

"Abang is awake? What time is it?" Ask with a typical sound of waking up.

"Next his sleep, which. It's not 4 at dawn yet. Later brother woke up at dawn." I said gently stroking her hair.

He turned his head towards me, rubbing the corner of my eye, "crying branch? Why?"

"No, that is. Brother is not crying. You're bobo again." I was a little excited to answer it.

Dea shook her head, "branch don't lie. I know you cry." He rubbed his cheek then gave his hand to me, "it's wet. Now you answer, brother why?" He then pulled his body up against the head of the bed.

I leaned in with him, pulled one hand into my arms, played his fingers with my fingers. "I'm just happy and moved, feeling grateful for having you, but feeling sad and sorry for what you've done to you." Say I bowed.

Dea leaned her head against my chest, tightening our fingers against each other.

"I am also happy to have a brother, so happy, I have forgotten all the pain, I have completely forgotten the feeling of heartbreak as a brother, he said, because all I feel right now is the infinite happiness and gratitude of having a brother. When I lost my mom and dad, my world was destroyed, there was no place to go, then my brother came back to my life, although it was painful at first, but now I am really happy. I don't know how to convince my brother, but the truth is I'm happy living with my brother. So from now on, you have to promise me that you will always be fine and will never leave me, because I will no longer be able to live my life if there is no brother by my side." My chest feels wet with Dea's tears. The heat penetrated into the deepest room in my heart.

"Yes, baby, I promise. Pray for my brother!" I kissed the back of his hand many times.

It did not feel the dawn again re reverberating we then cleaned ourselves then established prayer and continued tilawah. At the age of Dea pregnancy that has been running for 6 months more, he said the baby in the stomach can already respond to the sound he heard.

And sure enough, when I was teaching while lying on Dea's lap, the baby grandpa did a lot of maneuvering inside. I could see the bulge of his leg kicking his mommy's stomach. We laughed and were excited to see it. This is also the most beautiful experience and sight I have ever seen in my entire age.

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Azka peeled the dragon fruit and dismembered it in dice form then she placed it on the sofa table while watching the news on television. This morning Dea just wanted to eat breakfast fruit and happened to be in Jayapura was a flood of dragon fruit from the farmer's garden, not half-hearted, the price is only eight thousand sekilo. Of course this is bad news for the farmers here, but on the other hand, dragon fruit is no longer an expensive fruit here so that all levels of society can enjoy it. Listen, when the farmers here have not started gardening dragon fruit, the price of the surrounding touches the price of eighty thousand even though at that time in Java the price is already below ten thousand sekilo.

Papua is very fertile land, only most of the basic needs are still supplied from outside the island of Papua. There is nothing that cannot grow in this beautiful and fertile land of Papua, unfortunately somehow this extraordinary potential is not maximized. Supposedly, our country no longer needs to import rice if it wants to open rice fields here. No need to import beef if you want to open a farm here. This land is too fertile to make our country the largest importer of all the food staples in the world. We should be the world's largest exporter of food. But I don't know what's wrong. Farmers seem to be spoiled in this country, "do not be tired hankering, let the government import."

Our farmers are good, right? Want to eat rice, just buy rice, do not be tired of planting rice.

Our government is great, right? It is a shame for the people, especially the farmers. So unfortunately, farmers are told not to be tired, hot, tired, sorry!

"Again watching, what's the fantasy?" Tanya Dea surprised Azka who had just thought of the problem in the country wkwkwk land.

"Watch it, brother just too fervently watch it." Azka said.

Dea just glared to shake her head, looking at Azka who was staring back at the television.

"Will you make coffee or tea?" Tanya Dea gave an option.

"Tea aja, which. I haven't had tea in the morning either."

"You... What's it like?" Dea's questioning glaring mischievously made Azka start focusing on him.

"That's a damn thing, that." The answer comes to raise both eyebrows and then ended with a left eye flicker.

Dea chuckles.

"You sweet no, bang?"

"Not, who?"

Dea frowned, "this is what people want to drink bitter tea?" Dea.

"Why not, bang?"

"And only you are sweet, which. Zinc has an opponent."

Azka and Dea chuckled in a crisp laugh that warmed the morning a little cold because it was still drizzling outside after the rain from last night.

Finally Dea rushed to brew a cup of tea and served it to Azka.

"Welcome to enjoy bitter tea with a very sweet wife in Papua." Dea smiled triumphantly.

Azka flicked her eyes, taking the teacup doubtfully. "Are you really not using sugar?"

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