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Regrets of Mr. Fikri

"Son, look at it. Mama's new clothes are coming. You think it's good?" Ms. Hertini approached Rega with Mbok, her son was cool with his laptop.

Seeing his mother coming, Rega stopped his work. He took off his glasses and observed the clothes that his youngest child had put on him.

"Well done, Ma" said Rega with a faint smile.

"Mom then I go to the kitchen first" said Mbok.

"Oh, Yes Mbok. Thanks, yeah!" Mbok lowered his head while retreating backwards then turned around and passed.

"That mama wear any good clothes, just don't wear ABG clothes," Rega smiled.

"Ih, you! Cook it up Mama's wearing ABG." Rega laughed when she saw her mother upset.

"Two days to go, Mama deg-degan, son. Where does Melati not play around here. Mama kangen. Tomorrow you bring it here, Melati. Like first, if you wait for Arjuna to come here when can he?"

Rega was silent, he hesitated if he had to pick up Melati, fearing that his feelings were becoming more and more. Rega deliberately kept his distance recently.

"Darling, you're talking to Mama, right?"

"Ehhh, Rega doesn't feel good about Arjuna."

"Not good why? You used to be a pick-up anther to come here. She's your sister-in-law, it's only natural that you pick her up." Rega is worried.

"Not that, Ma."

"Keep why?"

Afraid that his mother was suspicious of his attitude, and could guess his feelings, the white man finally relented.

"Okay, we'll try tomorrow."

"Well, dear Mama. Here kiss!" mama said happily as she grabbed Rega's face and landed a kiss on her cheek. The man just smiled and shook his head at the behavior of the mother.

***

"Beb, how did you get out of there?" regi asks Gilsa when they have lunch at a restaurant.

"I'm worried about Mr. Arjuna. Soon the meeting, if you get caught how, Gi?"

Regi stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, then said with his mouth full until some rice sprayed out.

"You're ancem that's the same mother as her fake sister Madam. Tell me they won't be bought again if they break."

Gilsa looked at Regi with an annoyed face.

"Gi, you ate a real dong. Pake rule! if you want to say yes, don't eat first!" he said glaring towards Regi.

"Bebs, you are so fierce, "" he murmured while sipping water before him.

"You're such a sordid bitch!" Sahut Gilsa growled.

"Yes, Sorry-sorry. I'll help you figure out how to make your plan work."

"All right!!" Gilsa shook her hands in front of her face, annoyed.

Oh my gini really have a boyfriend, presumably not kelulungan.

Inner Regi screamed in tears, while Gilsa turned her head reluctantly towards him.

***

At Arjuna House, Mr. Fikri was sitting at the end of his bedroom bed. His mind drifted away thinking of his mother Melati, Riyanti.

^^^

"Mas, how come you rarely come home?" asked Bu Rianti at that time.

Mr. Fikri has just returned from work, as a construction worker.

"Sorry, yes Dek. Mas so rarely come here, more work because so the Boss was forced to ask Mas to stay." Mr. Fikri lied, even though he often went home to his first wife.

"Yes, Mas. Its nothing. You want me to make coffee what tea, Mas?" asked Bu Rianti while helping Mr. Fikri take off his clothes.

"Anything, Deck."

Miss Rianti went to the kitchen to make her husband's coffee. At home, his first wife is never as gentle as his second wife.every time Mr. Fikri comes home, immediately ask for forgiveness, if Mr. Fikri brings a little money, his wife will be angry and nag at length, he said, then he asked Mr. Fikri to sleep outside.

It was at the home of his second wife that Mr. Fikri found comfort, although he realized, he had sinned to lie to the two women.

"Mas, this is his coffee" his wife said.

"Oh Yes, Deck."

"I pray first, Mas. Not yet ready to pray Ashar."

"Yes, Deck. Do not forget to pray'akan Mas so cheap windfall, recently windfall Mas drag, Deck."

Hearing her husband complain Bu Rianti again approached Pak Fikri.

"Mas, don't be like that. No matter how much fortune God loves us we should be grateful for, Mas." he said touching the shoulder of Mr. Fikri.

"But Mas so rarely gives you a living, Dek."

"I still have income from sewing Mas, it's okay. Don't force it, it'll hurt." Mr. Fikri smiled. "Yes, I pray first Mas." Then the woman passed.

^^^

Mr. Fikri sat down with his body slightly bent, his eyes staring at his feet on the floor. He misses his wife's tenderness. If possible he wanted to prostrate at the feet of his wife to apologize, because until he died Mr. Fikri had not had time to tell the truth.

Without feeling her tears hitting her feet. Mr. Fikri dissolved in sadness and regret. His shoulders were shaking from the crying.

"I'm sorry, Deck. Pardon. If you'd seen Melati, our son now. He is very similar to you, gentle and very obedient. Forgive me, Dek. hiks hyks." Mr. Fikri covered his face with palms, while the ends of his elbows rest on both knees.

***

"Mas, go to work there!" jasmine ordered because her husband had been sitting at the dinner table watching her cook.

"You like to throw me out. Why the hell?" ask Arjuna sewot.

"I'm worried, why are you looking at me." Arjuna stood up, he began to be ignorant with his wife. Arjuna walked up to the kitchen set and then picked up the flour, he smeared his palm with it.

Then the man walked slowly closer to his woman, after being right behind her body Arjuna raised his hand right behind his wife's face.

"Dear."

"Emm."

"Excuse me, look at me first!"

"What?" Melati looked back and at that time Arjuna's hand was right on her face, all the flour in Arjuna's hand was attached to all parts of Melati's face.

Arjuna laughed. He ran away from Melati.

"Oh, what the hell!" his wife was angry.

"You're beautiful like that! Haha." Arjun's laughter broke which made Melati upset.

Jasmine turned off the stove and walked over to grab a handful of wheat in hand, then approached Arjuna who was still laughing out loud. Instantly she sprinkled the wheat in her grasp onto her husband's face.

Arjuna was silent for a moment, replacing the laughing Melati.

"You're cute too like that! hahaha."

Arjuna shuffled his hands around his waist. He smiled watching Melati who was laughing. Immediately he carried Melati's body like a sack of rice on his back and carried her walking towards the room.

"Mas! you're nothing! Let me cook!" she beat her husband's back.

"You're punished anyway."

"You'll pick up Revi!"

"Let Gus alone."

Arriving at Arjuna's room immediately closed the door.

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