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Mother of my Children

Unknowingly, I was the marathon drama I was seeing. My eyes were round when I saw it was already 12 p.m.

The notification sound went into the phone, I immediately took it with occasional yawning because indeed I began to sleepy.

[Mbak, sleep you!] A message from Irga that I just let go. He told others to sleep but he didn't sleep like that either.

Apparently, the boy did not give up just like that. The incoming call from the number, I stopped the drama for a moment because I did not want to if I did not focus on seeing this drama.

"What's wrong?" ask me with a cynical voice.

"Sir, it's work tomorrow night!"

"Continue?"

"Sleep, God," she replied in frustration. I don't know why, I always like to hear that frustration from him.

I chuckled and kept quiet, let the phone stay with the call and went back to playing the video.

"Look at the korean drama?" ask him who might hear the voice of the actor.

"Want to see? Stop, yeah, I'll wear a veil first." Immediately take the veil in the closet, I put the phone next to me using the HP stand.

After that, we both saw the action drama. Unknowingly, I could no longer endure this sleepiness until it made me fall asleep with the drama that was just 1 hour away.

The sound of the alarm that I always turn on sounds at 5 am, I wriggled feeling a little pain from sleeping on my stomach.

I saw the laptop that had been returned to the workbench as well as the mobile phone that was placed on the nightstand, choosing to sit to collect lives and remember the events that existed.

Stepping lazily towards the bathroom, "Mama?!" I shouted to see Mama who also came out of the bathroom.

"What time do you sleep?" mama asked looking with a sharp look at me with a face that had ablution like it.

The grin I can only display in response, "The son of a man is left asleep!" ketus Mama and walk to her room back.

I just remembered, yes, Irga accompanied me to a movie yesterday and I just left to sleep. That's how the boy was, always willing to accompany me even though I often just leave it.

Finished taking ablution and performing prayers, I opened the curtains of the room also slightly tidied up the room.

The sound of the twang of the spatula has been heard, Mama apparently misses cooking so early this morning cook heavy.

Usually, me and Papa are only fed bread because Mama claims to be lazy to cook early in the morning. But Papa and I never protested. I never forced my mom to cook every day.

If, Mama is lazy. We will eat out or order in the application only, no need to be complicated and do not be complicated just because of eating.

Before leaving the room and breakfast, I grabbed a cellphone that I had not touched from waking up.

A few messages came in but I just let it go, I was more interested in seeing people's stories first.

Some of my stories just skip because they contain friends who are dancing indistinctly.

Until, my finger stopped when I saw a story made by one of the numbers I kept.

"Huh? It's my face, my goodness!" Shame, happiness, sprain, anger into one look at a sleeping face and eyes that have been closed in the photo by humans who yesterday I stayed up late together.

'The mother of my children is asleep' That is the caption below, really making the hungry self want to eat the man alive.

[DELETE!!!] reply to me in the story by using the phrase capital all signs that I am angry.

He's not online, is he still sleeping? It seems like that, I immediately put the phone back and out of the room.

There was Mama and Papa at the dinner table, I pulled the chair and sat down. I took a plate of fried rice and fried chicken that seemed to be heated.

Naturally we are not the family of the wealthy woman, who calls herself 'ai' and others 'you' who do not know if the chicken can be heated.

I drink water first do not forget to say basmallah also pray to eat, "Where?" asked Papa looking at me.

Yes, I was called by both my parents with the name 'Yana' is actually a bit uncomfortable, anyway. Because, yes, like that market, 'Yana, Yono' Like very romantic sisters.

"Yes, Pa?" I stared at Papa with a smiling face.

"What is your relationship with Andi?" ask Papa who does not know if I'm with the man has broken up.

I choked on hearing the question and the name so early, I saw Mama was a little surprised to see me choking on hearing Papa ask the man.

Immediately I took the water to get the throat back smoothly, I put it back on the dining table and looked at Mama and Papa.

"You why? How come you're choking, then?" mama asked who looked at me in surprise.

"Mc ... Yana and Andi broke up a long time ago, Ma. He is also now on a proposal with another woman more beautiful than Yana" I replied with a wry smile.

Mama and Papa just nodded, maybe they were feeling sorry for their son who was left behind.

Oh, don't pity me. I was not jealous or jealous at all, because the wounds he gave me had made me lose my trust and love let alone the love of the man.

"So you? Who are you planning on applying with?" ask your mother with her mouth that chews food.

I scooped up the food and put it in my mouth while looking up.

"There's a dong Ma."

"Who?" ask Mama who turned out to be kepo if really this child already has a replacement.

"Husen Basyabian Ma" I replied with eyes that in movies might sparkle.

You guys know that guy? Yes, a dai or speaker who is quite famous in the tok-tok application.

The guy who is so Maa Syaa Allah and getting rare, cool it was when I accidentally saw the video that said like this more or less.

"Later, I'll get married. I ndak love my wife auplod photo in medsos even though her intention for the sake of dakwah still ndak I love."

It made me immediately melt even his own smile, very happy like he would be his soul mate.

"Serious mom!" ketus Mama who certainly knows who the man is.

"Wouldn't you have a daughter-in-law like her?"

"His parents don't want a daughter-in-law like you!" upset Mama and turned her face away from me.

Ha's? It really hurts to get a confession from my own mother, it is impossible to be together, anyway.

However, at least let me and support me to be shy with the man before the reality dawns on me.

"If you want, Papa can raise you with Papa's daughter" said Papa and made me round my eyes at all times this morning.

Mama smiled as if approvingly, I quickly bellowed, "No Pa, Yana can find her own okay! So, no matchmaking scenes here," I said and immediately left the dining table.

Not because I wanted to be disrespectful, anyways my food has run out. If it continues there then it will be just the topic and they will force me to at least meet first and then reject this matchmaking.