Just a Shadow Wife.
A truth that cannot be wrong 53.
The seconds that Arman and A'yunina's mother waited until 13:30. Very hot afternoon, eyes that feel hot resist sleepiness. Arman looked back and forth at the clock on his wrist.
" Mom, we better go home. Mr. Ali is famous not ngaret ma'am, lha this time we give even ngaret almost mepet. Hadeh.. Arman's thirsty Ma'am, Arman wants to get a drink. I want a drink, what? "
" Patience, son. Yes, if the child of the most handsome mother does not mind. With rice pecel typical of java one and sweet tea. That's enough. "
" Haah. " Arman slips.
Pecel rice? Nyari where is the food?
Scratching his non-itchy head.
A'yunina smiled. " why? You haven't shampooed yet? Or maybe - "Willfully tease her child.
" Ih uh.. No ma'am, no. Arman is just confused, where to buy pecelnya rice? Arman is used to eating hodgepodge, it's the same isn't it? "
" Some but, I bought it myself. " Take his bag which is next to him to sit.
" Eh, uh, that's angry, you know.. Do you have an address that sells? Let Arman not stray later. "
"Sambit Island Road, pomegranate alley. "
" Owah's.. It was near mah. My beautiful mother's order, it'll be a few minutes. Patience Ma'am, Arman street. Assalamualaikum says. "
" Waalaikumsalam's. "
***
Tomorrow.
Someone's a very super super super fucked girl right now. His heart was broken to pieces. He found the love he had hoped for, longed for. Not even looking at him at all. " What a lack of me ! ! All this time I've been there for you Bi, but what ! You're always... " Subject her while pulling a piece of tissue.
" How have I felt all this time invisible in your eyes? "
" What's so ugly about my face? I know I was born in the village. Unlike with the mbak-mbak that, he was very well cared for his skin. Even he was like an artist, I .. And whatever I am, I am the poor girl who does not deserve, saving will be better. "
Puddles of tears, making those eyes like pandas. A bunch of cars through the dam's streets, with a very beautiful view. " God, is it still far away? " Ask someone driving a car.
" A little while. "
He hit the steering wheel so hard, he was annoyed. That answer was just that.
" Woy ! Niantai ! This car has not paid off. "
" What ! " With ease.
" Lo why! Tired? Jesus ! Don't tell me you're hungry again? I shouldn't have brought you here, just bother. "
" It's delicious ! I'm,- "
The Krukkkkkkkkk
It is true what the old man said. Get their stomachs full, and they will not kill you. " I what am I ! ! Haha .. Udah, mending the edge of this car in the hip near the housing. There are many fried pentol traders, eat as much as you. And continue our mission. "
" Huh ! Pentol, continue.. "
**
The breeze blew. The pedangan there are never empty of visitors. Because it's not just a dam. There is a ninja warrior destination for its citizens. " Sir, for pentol. "
Pukkkkk hit Nauval's shoulder very hard. " Bod*h! Buy here, not share. It's good to share with you, who are you? "
" Right sir, buy. Not like that. " In a nod.
" I'm sorry sir, I'm not the seller. "
What ! What did he say ! ! He's not the salesman, so why is he near this wagon? I've spoken at length, but only he said after a few words I said.
" Oh sorry sir, my friend sometimes likes to talk. Please understand sir. "
By pulling the collar behind Nauval to get away from the father who continued the event eating pentol bean sauce.
" Hey hey ! You think I'm a cat ! ! " Anged and threw a hand that gripped his collar with great difficulty.
With his high posture, the god easily pulled even slammed his opponent easily. " Hadh .. You should have asked first. Don't jump right away. "
" Ye .. His name is hungry too. "
" I guess who sold the cart? "
" just a second. " From the cart that says (Naysilla's daughter Nanang), yes the wagon is no stranger.
Maybe because of heredity, which is usually an old man named Nanang selling. Why is it that when the gods search around there is no man. " God.. "
" What's up? I was thinking, why are you nagging yourself? Just make my concentration go away? "
" Hadh .. You think about it first, my hunger is sidetracked with that girl. " Pointing her to a girl wearing a checkered shirt and wearing her hair and tying her hair horse.
The god was buried, he felt that he was very familiar with him. Yes, the woman who was sitting by throwing stones in the middle of a puddle.
That face, it feels familiar?
Although the god came home, he looked too much at the women. For him, women are not important. Since he still wanted to be alone, the woman who was most important to him right now was his aunt. That he must take care of, because the only people there are. When her parents are gone.
With his pretentious style. He approached the girl who changed her position to stand still holding a few stones in both palms. " Huh ! Feel this ! ! ! "
Pyakkkkk some rocks sink very quickly. Pukkkk he was shocked by the clap on his shoulder, even the hand did not switch from his small shoulder.
" Yyaaaa ! "
Reflek, he immediately held Nauval's hand tightly and slammed it.
Bbbbuuugg !
" Awhh ! "
Fortunately, the floor was not made of stone. " What do you want ! Hiks hiks hiks even though my heart is broken, I will not be that weak to slam someone. "
The god who saw it went straight to TKP. " Ouch.. Sorry, lady, my friend misidentified people. "
Without telling her, the girl kept saying.
" Yes but, can not play touch people carelessly dong ! ! I am a girl ! ! "
" I'm sorry, lady, we're looking for that pentol merchant. You see, my friend is starving, that's why he is,- "
Nauval tried to stand up straight and protested against his lack of acceptance. He pulled the god's wrist and took him backwards for a moment. " Oh, bang ! Why do you use my starving dismantle to this chick anyway ! "
" Suttth.. Shutup! You want to get kicked to the hospital or the cemetery, huh ! "
" me? Haha.. Bang, I also have college science. Why do I wear afraid of girls. "
" then? You're the new Oren belt, aren't you? And you want to know? The woman who just managed to topple you, fortunately not asphalt. If the asphalt will run out the lips as in the filler among the artist. Want ? "
