Honey Semanis Tubes

FOOLISHNESS

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was not as warm as usual. Only the clinking of the spoon clashed with the plate sounded clear. Kinanti tried to shift her eyes so as not to see the face of the husband. He more often bowed while finishing the fried rice in front of him.

So too with Surya. He hasn't spoken much since his fight with Kinanti two days ago. Both are still the same annoyance.

“Sorry us, yes, Pa.” Sharqee opened the topic.

“Not us, Brother. It's just my fault, kok,” sela Arqee.

Surya just stared at his two daughters alternately with a smile.

“You are not wrong, really. Papa and Mama who really pay less attention to you. You're patient, yeah, kid. Soon your mama will be resigning.” Surya sighed for a moment, then continued, “That means your mama will have plenty of time for both of you.” He glanced at Kinanti with a flat face.

Kinanti choked at the last sentence her husband said. In a hurry he sipped mineral water on his right side while wiping his throat.

“True you will stop working, Son?” ask her mother.

Although supporting her child's career, but if you can choose, Sarma more hope Kinanti accompanied her all day at home. Sometimes, he felt lonely and no friends spoke. Fortunately, he has a hobby of knitting and gardening so that the activity is a bit much to drive away lonely when everyone goes on the move.

Kinanti shook her head quickly, finishing her gulp to answer her mother's question. “Gak, Mom. Kinan has no plans to stop working,” said slowly.

Mimik Sarma's face back gray. The woman just nodded her head, trying to understand her son's wishes.

Surya spent the rest of the orange juice that stayed half. He got up from his seat, went around the table and kissed his daughters on the head.

Kinanti looked at Surya with a questioning look. However, the man ignored and threw away his face.

“Honey, papa go to work first, yes.”

“Be careful, yes, Pa,” authenticate them simultaneously.

After that, Surya said goodbye to his father-in-law, but missed a kiss on his wife's head. He ignored the woman and walked to the garage.

Kinanti immediately followed Surya. “Mas, this issue is not finished we discussed. When did Kinan ever say to agree to quit working?” His insistence while trying to hold the shoulder of the husband.

Surya turned around, glancing at the Twins who were watching them from a distance. Sharqee and Arqee looked at each other, their legs kicking each other under the table.

“Honey, here are the kids. Not good if they are scared. Okay, let's talk about it later. Today there is a symposium. You better take care of the call letter.”

Kinanti. Not because she was unable to answer her husband's words, she simply held it in front of her mother and her two daughters. After that, Surya just passed by leaving him who stood sculpting. The roar of the car engine was heard leaving the garage.

***

In the days after that, Karin's dislike for Sharqee grew even more so when the writing of the glasses girl won the provincial race representing the school. Sometimes from afar, he observed the twin girls' joyous laughter on their way home from school.

There was envy running through his mind when Sharqee and Arqee were picked up by their mama or papa.

Papa's? I don't have a papa, he said in his heart.

From birth, she was accompanied only by a nanny and a busy working mother.

The mama? The woman who pampered me with material without ever having time for me, he said back in his mind.

That afternoon, Karin's bedroom door was knocked several times by her mother. Lazily, he shuffled and opened the door of the room. The clock on the wall shows the number four, which is strange if his mother had gone home so soon.

“Today, what is this letter? What the heck is a summons?” his mother's scatter while shaking her waist. In fact, the bob-haired lady still wore office clothes when she met him.

“Yes, precisely, Mom. I was fighting with a classmate,” said lightly while crossing.

Born from the seed of a bule, clearly has its own beauty for Karin. Bule's face with an American accent, Karin looks perfect from the outside. However, his heart was quite fragile and arid due to his lack of affection. He hopes Mira will be angry with him, but it turns out his guess missed. Only a flat expression was visible from the mother's face.

“Keep, does mommy have to go to school to hand over the lesson to the girl? Do we need to give her money so she apologizes to this beautiful mama's daughter?” ask her mother lightly.

Karin was unmoved, disappointed by Mira's easy response to underestimate something.

“Sorry, I can’t come tomorrow, Darl.” The woman in her early 40s was staring with a painfully contrived look. “Later you were sent to school by Bi Wati. Tomorrow mommy has an important meeting at the office.”

Mira calls a nanny and orders her to represent her to her daughter's school.

Afterwards, the woman called Karin's homeroom teacher to discuss the letter.

“Sorry, Mrs Mira, it looks like you are obliged to attend and cannot be represented. Karin's case is quite serious,” said a voice on the other end of the phone.

“Seriously how, sir? It's just a juvenile argument. His name is also children.”

“You and Karin came to have to apologize with the student. Because Karin proved to bully that student. His family does not accept and wants to finish until it is complete.”

Mira was a little surprised by what her daughter's homeroom teacher said. "Today, you bullied that girl? Isn’t that right?” Mira looked at her daughter in disbelief.

Karin just smiled as she nodded. His heart was satisfied and flowered because it managed to get the attention of the mother.

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