I'm Just an Ordinary Widow

Yogyakarta 2's

"Awwww hurts ! later I love to eat first" Muhammad chuckled and then ate the chicken noodles that had been ordered to the toilet. I just shook my head because of her behavior just now.

"Bayarin ya mbak" whispered Muhammad. I got up and paid what we ordered to the food vendor in the cafeteria.

"Bak take me by the foot, hold my arm. Scrap !" Muhammad forced with a compassionate look I finally obeyed him. I don't know what he's doing. I just follow the scenario. Counting the entertainment !

"Where's the motor ?" my question was then Muhammad pointed at a parking lot beside the park.

"That's it, wait here for a while" he said briefly then ran quickly to pick up the bike in the parking lot.

"Whose motor?" i wonder.

"Oh this, the length of the story"

"Yaudah tell me the truth" while riding in a piggy bank on Muhammad.

"My motor is broken again in the workshop. Keep on uti tuh mbak hahahaha"

"What ? how to laugh ! Proceeds"

Muhammad drove his motorcycle slowly. Right in front of Yana, Muhammad took my hand to embrace her. You fucking ducknut sister ! Just watch out later.

"Now, no?" ask Muhammad.

"Stay on !"

"Awwwww" Muhammad grimaced to feel my deadly pinch for the second time.

"Bak tau kalo shopping at the supermarket dapet coupon raffle. Per hundred thousand dapet one such coupon"

"Oh yes you know, mba used to often ngisiin rich coupons that have a mother. Why?"

"Uti if abis coupon shopping is just carelessly ditaro that mbak. Keep fit I wantin he answered even uti males his snack, there you just ngisi, if dapet for you." Muhammad replied while mimicking his usual uti tone.

"Hahahahaha continue?"

"Yes I fill it, mbak. Every dapet I fill, if there I enter the coupon box. A week ago my bike was broken. It's still in the workshop so but there's no money to take it. Continue to yesterday, pas mbak new until then. I just took this motorcycle at the supermarket where I shop. It's the story"

"That's how ! this bike is not clear the story"

"Oh yes I forgot. It's the coupon draw, it's the bike. Emex engine mbak ! Haha"

"Alhamdulillah, really?"

"Yes, really, who wants to buy me a new motorbike rich in gini mba? Ask mom not to have me too mba. Even though I've married a rich man, I don't want to pay the same debt of gratitude to my husband"

"Don't talk about him ! I'm here again to take a vacation"

"Oh yes so inget, not to take nanya kemarenya tuh. Are you fighting with Raihan?" Muhammad slowed down his motor.

"Do you ask that?"

"Well, really look mba, don't lie to me" he said casually, I decided not to tell the details. I just gave him a little understanding.

"Muhammad? Mba was angry with Raihan but only a little. Maybe he's connecting with you. Tell me you don't know. Okay?" Muhammad nodded.

Malioboro

We arrived at a place of many memories, many stories. Muhammad parked his motorcycle in front of a cafe that he said belonged to his friend.

"Mba, just go for the exclamation" I said then holding my sister's hand. Step by step I went through. I was satisfied to fill my eyes to look around.

"Mba inget ngga, used to sit here" Muhammad held a garden chair on the side of the road. Of course I remember, very remember even. At that time I was sitting about 15 minutes waiting for uti and Muhammad shortly afterwards appeared a handsome man with a mature brown skin sitting right in front of me.

I smiled bitterly and then tearfully looked at the chair.

"Stttt stttt mba? can't be sad" Muhammad wiped my tears and hugged me. "Mas Ridho used to say the same to me. When I grow up, I have to take care of the orange" I turned my head to look into my sister's eyes. "You're rich, you don't have a boyfriend. People see we're rich people courting Muhammad !" I unraveled Muhammad's embrace.

"Hahaha don't you know? There are two benefits to doing this. The first let the orange mba not seduced other guys. Second, let people know I have a boyfriend. I want to focus on education first mba, let the spirit pursue a career as well. I want to make Mom and Abah proud"

I smiled a little. Given the nature of Muhammad is different from me, especially Adam. I understand it, whether dating or not is his right. Than to add to sins.

"You wanna sit here?" muhammad pointed to the memory seat. I shook my head and walked forward. I intend to enter a very famous shopping center. Muhammad and I went in, sorting out something I could make at home.

"This is all, family. There was a size baby to adult" Finally my decision fell on the couple t-shirt peacock. Alias is a motivation for the Hehehe family. For Abi, Kinanti also has a size. After that I chose sandals for Kinanti and Abi. Then beach hats for Mom, mba Ayu, and again Kinanti.

"You want to buy what you take yourself, then you pay"

"What's mba ? mba's money, what's Raihan's money ?"

"Mang mba dong, mba is given several atm same credit card from Raihan mas. But Mba has never used it"

"And that's a living mba, no papa times" he said as he picked out a few t-shirts and stuck them on his body.

"Yes emang ngga papa, will mba use later if it takes a big cost. If only gini-gini could still afford it" Muhammad nodded, seconds later we went to the cashier to pay.

After that we left Malio mall**** on foot to the cafe earlier.

"Eh mba, hold on. Mother phone"

"Activine speakers down the volume of the deck, would want to be about mba" Muhammad according to then keep the call mother.

"Assalamualaikum is good"

"Mmmm is there mbak you to? I'm here to talk"

"Thus, there's your husband"

"Say you don't know mom"

"It is your answer that you are again in the house of uti"

"Issshh really is that !"

"Well, get ready to be picked up. He's your husband"

"Buuuu O God, just get to my mom."

"Solve your problem well. Talk with a cold head. By Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikumsalam" I replied lethargic after turning off the phone.

"Milk?" asked Muhammad, I shook my head.

"Well, go home to Uti"

"Lemes that way, dong spirit. If you don't want to go home yet say it's the same Raihan mas" I nodded.

Muhammad wrapped 4 cups of drinks from the cafe. Then go home with me.

Upon arrival at home, I chose to enter Muhammad's room. "Mba? PS yuk"

"Look" I answered.

"Ok taro was in the refrigerator for a while" he said while carrying two cups of drinks.

After that Muhammad went into the room again and then Muhammad threw a slow ps stick at me. "This one is get away from you"

"Haha?" my eyes bully in disbelief "You're so hockey like that. Later if there is a raffle anything you are the one who comes along. Let's get !!" I said excitedly after choosing the smackdown game. Muhammad just laughed. "Hihi, what emotions? nonjokin people do not want to be able to achieve?" his god nudged my arm.

"Which one you want !"

"Undertaker is mba. Mba must be John Cena" I nodded then started playing.

I'm really venting my emotions right now.

Buggghh buggghh buggghhhh and cheers. Only that voice was heard from the television audio in front of us. I imagined that I was punching that guy myself. I know Muhammad gave up a little, let me keep winning. I don't care because I know. I am satisfied to have my opponent battered.

"Matii. die a fucking lo ! Basic has no feelings. Yaaaaa Win!!!!!" My screams are full of spirit.

"Magain mba?" Muhammad looked at me in wonder.

"Don't stop until you're alone who cape the same game !"

"Battle"

We kept fighting jotos, the words that came out of my mouth really could not be prevented. Very rude and evil !

"No one**** is rich. Ciaaaattt deziggg deziggg died. Mamp*us ! Huaaaaa hix.. Die ! Die !" I was so excited that I cried but continued the game.

All the time I kept making different tirades with Muhammad he only occasionally let out a sound from his mouth. I don't know how many hours we've been playing that game. Perhaps Muhammad was bored but did not dare to say it. Seeing me focus on punching evaporates my emotions. "Dead you ! I don't need you. Dead ciaaaattt dezig dezigggg. ya win ! Again !" Rancauku and Muhammad nodded. Suddenly ...

Argos . Someone hugged me from behind.

"Airin" Muhammad and I looked back.

I know that voice very well.

Mas Raihan !

I tried to take off his embrace. I don't know how long he's been coming, or maybe he's heard all the harsh words from my mouth. I don't give a shit. Really don't care !

I want to ignore you !

I continued my work with the game. I'm good at playing PlayStation because Abi also has a home. This time I played without talking. This game doesn't feel good anymore. I took off her arms forcibly. I put the ps stick on the floor. Then I left them both. I went into my room immediately and locked the door.

"Rin open !" Tok tok tok tok

"Airin, baby.. Unlock door. We need to talk to Rin" I kept quiet, I was sobbing. I recalled all the Felicia messages sent to Dimas. My heart aches, I can't imagine sharing a husband. I don't want to be combined. I better split up with Raihan. I don't care what the reason is for Raihan to get married again. If the family forces me, I'd rather die after Ridho.

Oh God save me !

"Airin open the door or do you break it?" What ? Mas ? He changed his name to himself. I should be happy to hear that. It sounded warmer than I said. But this feeling of disappointment had spread everywhere until I could no longer feel that warmth.

I don't want Raihan's getting reckless. I decided to open the door. I take my feet slowly and czechleeekkk...

Bruggghhh Mas Raihan . "Aaawwww. Rin's pain. Why didn't you say you were going to open the door. Just wanted to break it"

I have no intention of talking to you. Actually I feel sorry to see him fall like that, I want to help him. But my disappointment led me to go back to bed and ignore my husband.

"Airin, please. Aduhhhh" Raihan's trying to get my attention. I further submerged my head in the blanket after turning on the fan.

I heard footsteps approaching. I close my ears tightly with both hands. I don't want to hear all the bullshit. I want to sleep now. I want to close my eyes forcibly, if I can .