Kapok Became an Actor
Chapter 3
An evening of staying up late makes the body limp and the eyes become sleepy. Gini is my fate. It was exactly babu. Fuck that Sekane. Lagian Mas Lengga became a husband why must be soft try. He's the one with the power in this house, but why should he fall over to Sekane. Can't be left like this. Not fair to its name.
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"Mira please iron my shirt." Mba Sinta threw a basket of clothes and left it. What the hell, it's good that she wants to be the mistress of this house. I'm the one who pulled her wrists tight before she left.
"Mba! Waitaminute! What does this mean?" pissed him off.
"You deaf? blind man? Or stupid? I told you to clean my clothes. If you don't do it, your monthly ration from Lengga will be reduced! Hear it! It's good that you came into my household when our lives were far from being poor! You're Lengga's best friend, right? Then why are you teasing him when Lengga is successful and has a wife and children? You are that, no more a woman***** that hides in a mask of hypocrisy or stupid pretentiousness! You think with that stupid ass of yours, I'm gonna melt you down? Don't dream of you!" He pushed my body rough after being satisfied with cursing.
"What's my fault, Mba?" I still don't accept. He accepted this marriage. Mba Sinta came back to me with a face ready to let out a fake.
"You flirting with my husband?"
"No, Mba. Just looking for attention," I said, it was like that the reality.
"Mira!!!!!! What's stupid pretending?"
"Then, I sacrificed my career to marry Lengga, we built up effort from nothing without receiving a single helping hand from someone else. Ye know? The capital is bent on being like this. Waking up in the morning, washing clothes, taking care of my family, that's what I do. Little by little we collected rupiah, Lingga's persistence made it like this. Long time ago the wretched Lengga did not see your face between us!" the snaps made me shudder. I argue with him, horrified.
"Keep me how?"
"Feel what I have felt! Don't go on your candidacy for a year! It's good to spend my husband's money!"
"Later I'm ugly, a dirty item, ogah agh, Mba. Then I work" I protested. Yes times a year is not ideal, can budukan.
"Your wedding risk! Therefore, find out first who Sinta Lengga's wife is. Not because you feel beautiful can be worth it to me. Forgot you the conditions I gave you to marry Lengga? Don't want your poison!" mean it. The basis of Mba Sinta, is still the past.
"Yes, Mba. I want to buy vegetables first," I said leaving Mba Sinta and ending the debate. My heartache was treated like this. For God's sake I want to curse her. The feeling before marriage, the good of my life. Shoping, dining, attention, numbered united by Mas Lengga. Why after marriage is just the opposite ….
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I arrived at my vegetable maker Mang Bejo. The snide look of the gossip mums began to pounce. Be uncomfortable with me. "Eh Mira, how does it feel to be a second wife?" ask Ms. Inem.
"Ih the mother, really the same as people's business. Mending Mom takes care of that body Mom, let her husband not take people," I'm upset.
"Who would dare to take my husband? I'll kill them both." Waduh horrified Kali Bu Inem.
"Yes Mira. You're pretty, you want the same guy to have a wife?" This time Mrs Titin chimed in.
"Ih .. my right dong, Mom mom! I'm the one who's undergoing the busy mom! It's up to me to be my wife. Also called love. Who has a husband does not matter, because Mom is bothered!" my pedicabs.
"Awas lo, Mira, your son will descend his tribe as a man. Just be careful later your husband can be assessed by people as well," scorned Bu Titin.
"Yes Mira. Don't be arrogant! Karma knows taste!" Ms. Inem is back.
"Mang Bejo's! Quickly pack my groceries. Mothers are here to the kepo." Soon Mang Bejo wrapped everything up, then gave it to me. I quickly left them alone.
My true emotions. Upset, angry, mixed. If I get angry, my emotional target is Mba Sinta. Yes, he must be immediately divorced by Mas Lengga. Let me be his only wife. After all never sleep together, but still together, you weird girl. What the hell is wrong. His attitude is relaxed every day, but it can irritate me.
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Waduh .. many guests. My eyes widened when I arrived at the door and opened them, my goodness, Mba Sinta. Bring friends. Delay. All sorts of food and drinks were lined up in the living room. It was only a few minutes that I left it. Notya Mba Sinta just went to work. I was confused myself.
"Mira! Why are you talking?" tanyakanya.
"What's this show, Mba?"
"We're again at the get-together. Tomorrow we want an event in Bali. There are some who can't come, so gather here."
There's a smile there's a notch. Glad he's leaving tomorrow, hopefully not coming back. Sadly, after this event, I must have taken care of it. I have to confide in my life to my friend. It just so happened that tomorrow he left so I could invite him here. I continued my steps back to the kitchen.
"Mira …. !" call Mba Sinta. I turned back towards him.
"Don't forget! My shirt's on the iron, I'll take it tomorrow." Oh my God, that's a shame.
"Yes, Mba," I said.
Siiiaall ….
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Allhamdullillah …. Mba Sinta is really leaving. My heart was joyfully joyful beyond measure, hearing the news, the glad tidings. Mba Sinta will go .. never come back,,, uh wrong singing. Forgot the natural lyrics, sorry the creator of the Indian puppet song, Mira accidentally sangking Mba Sinta want to go to Ireland, eh wrong, to Bali he means.
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"Mir .. I go first. Watch Revan! The real thing is not to macem-macem," he said while carrying a suitcase.
"Kan Revan is great, Mba. Time in custody?" my protest. Mba Sinta did not answer anymore, she immediately left.
Yuhuuuuuuuu .. yes ….
"Why are you so rich in jackfruit maggots?" Mas Lengga, if by the way there is no filter.
"Mas ... Mba Sinta to Bali …."
"Seriously, Mom? Come along, please." I beg.
"Do not, want to follow everything! My husband wants to make money too!" rejecting raw.
"Mas, but inget, if teased by the secretary, Mas cuekin aja, yes." Wanti-wanti is better. Later he was taken by a troublesome person.
"Hem .. bawel," he said.
"Great jutek" I protested. He did not answer just pulling his suitcase.
"Mas ...," triaku again.
"What else?"
"Two wives is enough!" I blinked and then ran to the kitchen.
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Today it's just me and Revan. However, Revan has not returned. I think he's at Mba Sinta's parents' place. Saturated at home too. I miss being just as angry as Mba Sinta. Mba Loa …. Hem, a quiet, haughty woman, is not easy to guess. Not demanding, but hating me. Not only me, he also hated Mas Lengga a lot. He didn't say it, but I can feel it.
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Ting …. Nong …. The bell rings, maybe Sari. I called him to play at my house. Soon I open the door.
"Eh Sar, come in." True allegations.
"It's so big your husband's house, Mir," he said while looking at the contents around him.
"Sit yuk. I make you drink first, you wait here."
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Sari was still engrossed in looking at the contents of the house, I put a drink on the table and immediately sat in the living room. Not long Sari approached and sat down while continuing to praise the greatness of this house.
"Lo want to tell you what story? Must want a story so the second wife is really good huh?" the cercos.
"Huuftttt," grunted. Boro-boro delicious, oppressed like this.
"Cock diem?" Story dong! I happen to be Deket again the same man." he explained.
"Eh bushel. Don't be too cool, serem knows! Or not, you investigate how it used to be bin, cupu or semart," I explained.
"I mean, lo?"
"Let's not let my rich fate." A little embarrassed I admit it.
I told Sari everything. Sari was shocked in disbelief. I asked her for advice to face Mba Sinta's attitude. But, he was busy laughing and teasing me.
"Lo is a person who is less pinter! I'm a real ogah to be made babu! Everywhere, the second wife is a queen, not a dumb babu!" He's drowning my head.
"So I have to go, Sar?"
"Mending to work again. Don't want to be killed, fight! It's good that he wants to. Lo is also Lengga's wife, you have the same rights." Silence has no sound.
"Lo see how you look now, I'm really cool, I think you haven't bathed, you're a real babu," he continued. How not to putty and kumel, Sekane ngelarang to the salon, another year. Later I try to talk to Mba Sinta.
"Lo be an actor, don't be so naive! Dropping the name of the actor! Fancied the same guy! Married turn, wanted to be made babu! How humiliating! Fight you don't be stupid. Inget actor is queen not babu! If you can be married, you can be the only wife. Get rid of your first man's wife! That's called smart!" How I feel lazy to hear Sari's chatter. Barbie's head.
"I'll go back first! Free to talk about statues! Kaga has a response!" tripped and just passed.
Kumenjerit .. envisage ….
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Sari came home feeling full of emotion, just let me not care. How is this? Mba Sinta please, find a maid. Agh why don't I whine at him. Mba Sinta, although haughty, but I'm sure only his mouth is judes. Mba, I'll seduce you with my elixir. Relax Mba, I'm not a bad actor. Uh good, I'm not an actor. Mira is wrong, Mba. Mira will be your little sister's obedient. Mira will pull out the style of a thousand jazes to get your attention. Since when, Mba Sinta is more important than Mas Lengga. Of course Mira already knows the answer, Mba. Since, Mira became Babu at Mba Sinta's place. Oh my good.
"Tante .. said talking alone." Revan's voice was startling.
"Ih Revan, ngagetin Aunt Mira. Aunty again learned the science of melas let Mama you find a maid. Aunt Dejected Revan, please dong. Hehhehe who knows Revan will help."
"Ogah, Auntie just take heart, Mama," he said as he stepped straight into his room.
Basis ….
To the salon ah, mumpung Sekane again go.
Let's just hope there's no spying and complain to Sekane. I'm sorry, I'm inwardly tormented while you're in this house, because now that you're gone, it's time for Mirae to indulge. Love my skin if it is not treated. Could be Mas Lengga added WIL.emang Mba Sinta want to have additional WIL, aka other dream women. If Mira doesn't want Mba.
"Revan! Don't forget to eat! Auntie's set up at the dinner table! Auntie's leaving!" triaku reminded with a super loud voice of course, because his room was on top.
"Yes, Auntie!" the answer is no less screaming.
Okay, safe ....
