Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law
Monkey Love
#Birth_in_Home_Life
#Part_39
"Gene ...."
checkered
"Ah, ugly!"
"Gene ...."
checkered
"Ih, still ugly. How ... Yes ...?" I bite my index finger, squashy. I took pictures of clothes but nothing interesting. Covered on the floor or folded, still not good. Should be a model or a mannequin doll.
When I was acting so badly, Mom came up from behind her bedroom door.
"You why? The persambet?" ask Mom with her forehead folded.
"It's hard to get a good picture" I complained.
"Take the same Michael, he has photos and videos of all the clothes" Mother explained.
Apparently, Mother Supplier has created a catalog in the form of photos and videos of all models of clothing for online promotion purposes. I can ask the Adiminnya named Michael directly. If it feels necessary, I just add a real pict to assert about the type of material to further convince the buyer.
"You don't keep playing HP, remember your son!"
"Yes, Mom. Ning will only play HP if Marisa bobo and all the work is done," I said.
Mom went back to the stall and left all the newly purchased clothes at home.
On a whim, I tried one of the clothes that turned out to be so fitting on my body. I do have an ideal body shape, especially about height, so I do not have to cut every time I buy a robe or long shirt.
Eleven models of clothes I tried and made with the front camera of the phone. Apparently the phone given by Lisna is not a cheap phone. The proof, the resulting photo looks clear with a sharp color.
'Heh, so the model abal-abal aja so tiring, especially if it becomes a professional model huh?' my thinking.
It turns out that taking this picture is not as simple as I imagined. Changing clothes, stylish in front of the camera to tidy up the clothes again is really draining energy.
The gallery is full of photos. "Now what else?" muttered.
I opened the facebook application to make friends with many people who are suitable as marketing targets. As my fingers were busy scrolling up and down my eyes caught a familiar figure.
"Actmal?"
I close my eyes to the phone screen, spell out the name and match the face on the screen with the memory in my memory. It's not wrong, it's Akmal.
My chest suddenly felt tight. Immediately I skipped the face that disturbed my heart and put the phone away, Akmal's face made my mood plunge sharply.
****
"Let's go home, and then your mother will be angry!"
"Say I have an exkul!" Akmal ran away from me to his male friends, the gang got lost. I call them a lost gang because almost every day those kids don't make it to school. Walking very slowly while departing and turning down the bridge after all his friends precede.
When the clock comes home from school they will come out of hiding and blend with the straight. Arriving home with a tired face as if they have studied hard even though their brains are empty and only filled with tricks.
That day I met Akmal near a bridge that stretched over a river of a hundred meters wide, made only of a series of bamboo slats.
The uniform is far from neat. Whether what pleasure they get when they apply like that, may feel a whiz for being able to act as they please regardless of the rules.
I am from a small accustomed to obedience because of what can be close to Akmal who urakan. He often came to me to copy PR or do tasks he could not complete.
My friendship with Akmal ended when I deliberately reported the whereabouts of the stray gang on the student side and they were caught smoking cigarettes and making cough drops.
"I thought you were a friend, Ning! turns out I was wrong. You traitor!" akmal's index finger pointed straight at my face with reddened eyes.
"Whatever! What do you want to consider me? I just feel sorry for you, Mal!" That quarrel beside my house became my last meeting with Akmal before he was transferred to his grandmother's place in the county town.
Fate reunites me and Akmal, we return to high school after two years apart. I dare not greet him because he never greeted me at all. Until one day Akmal came to my class and expressed love in front of my friends.
Actually my logic refused to believe, but my feelings were more dominant. I who had always harbored feelings of joy and guilt unconsciously nodded my head which made me regret for a lifetime. Akmal toyed with my feelings, he and his friends did a prank to avenge him.
He even deliberately entered into a relationship with Tyas, my classmate shortly after the incident. Some days I skipped school because I couldn't bear the shame and pain. I can't believe Akmal, my little friend, can do that. Fortunately there is a compliment who always gives his support. He encouraged me to regain my confidence and forget that shameful thing.
Ever since my monkey love ended tragically, I had no intention of going out until Bang Rafi came and asked me to be his wife.
****
The memory of Akmal really made my spirit freefall until I chose to leave my phone and return to my routine as a housewife. There is a bit of regret that tickles the heart, why should I marry young, be a mother, when friends my age are enjoying the beauty of life? But this is all the way of life that I choose, hopefully I can still work even if only an ordinary housewife.
Mother's clothes, I trim in the guest room because there are many and take up space. When Mom came home, the house was clean, tidy and Marisa was ready to welcome Mom with her cute smile.
It's time to prepare to welcome the heart. Who else if not Bang Rafi? After a long day of work I don't want to add to the burden of seeing my unpleasant look.
I walked to the front of the house when I heard the roar of the motorbike with a distinctive sound that I had. But this time, not just one motorbike entered the yard, one motorbike another with two passengers on it followed Bang Rafi.
I grabbed Bang Rafi's hand and kissed her as she got off the bike and took off her helmet. Bang Rafi's friends also got off the bike and teased us.
"Cieee .. cieee has a wife."
I felt my face warm up and immediately let go of Bang Rafi's hand.
"Bang Rafi's friend huh? Let's go in," asked me with a face that looked down to cover up the embarrassment.
"Ning!"
I raised my face to hear my name being called. One of Bang Rafi's friends took off his helmet and shocked me.
"Actmal?"
