MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD
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Mr. HK said he exists
meeting with guests from ergh, Je.... Je.... Japan, huh, Mom?" Salamahs
bewildered. Forgetting his country. Blaming himself who does not
hurriedly noted. "Said Mr. HK, he came home the other night. Ee, what time is it
yes earlier? Ah-yeah, maybe a watch...." Mother nodded. No
important guests from any country. Mostly a business partner
their families. What matters is that her husband is coming home late tonight.
For the past year, her husband has never been home late. Always
having dinner with him and jasmine. Although lately
this is her husband not saying much, just staring concernedly at Melati.
Must be lying, there are no guests. Her husband must have gone where.
Sitting alone. Look fretfully I don't know.... It must have happened two days ago
it's got him hurt. Just as wounded as he is. Honey, different
with her healthy husband, her pain has been getting worse since this morning
make him not go! Oh, my God, if only
even he could just disappear, there was no way he could do it,
right?"Where is jasmine now?" Mother asked slowly, after a moment of staring
the purpose of bed sheet motifs. A embroidered tambun panda
with a white thread, so soft, as soft as his daughter's skin
"Tya Sister Together! Ah-yeah, again accidentally caught a chicken
kate Mang Jeje's. Poor, Mom! The chicken was again plucked....
Why would Melati catch that chicken, Mom?" Salamah
his forehead. Thinks. Mother sighed. Yep! Why can Melati
can you catch that chicken? Distinguish spoon and fork even his daughter
not capable.... Coughs slowly. It's okay, today at least Tya and
Mang Jeje can take care of Melati. Accompanying. Make sure it doesn't happen
anything at all. "You can go now, Salamah!" Mother smiled, full
the award. Salamah nodded happily. If only Mother had not
tell him to leave, he will stand there until night. Kan, faithful
how stupendous! The sunset preparing to hit behind the hills. Orangish
decorating the sky, clouds appear to be blushing. Moaning kites filled the city ceiling. Fly with dance formations
invite rain like the Indians did. Believe or
no, a flying formation of a swallow can be a sign of descending
or it does not rain (actually the Indian tribe that imitates the movement of the kite when
asking for rain from the 'gods').
Only Mang Jeje was busy with the water faucet. Dousing
garden grass as wide as a ball field. What a beautiful garden. Full-fledged
flowerbed. Redder. Yellows. Greener. It is fun to sit in the park
that's. Can see the yellowing rice fields and roofs of houses
the inhabitants. Can look at cities and high buildings. Could
looking at the vast blue ocean.
Tya was busy persuading Melati to release Chinese pottery from
his grasp. Jasmine as usual grunted ferociously. Always angry if
prohibited. His left hand was free to reach for air. Threatens.
Grunt. His black eyeballs like lychee seeds whizzed.
The anger is ready to explode at any moment....
"Return it, dear-" Tya coaxed anxiously.
"BAA.... MAAA...." Melati.
Stripped his feet to the floor.
"Oh, give it back, baby! Later Tya scolded
Mother!""BAAAA"
"Don't throw, Jasmine!"
"YES!!!"
"D-ja"
"MYAR!" In a flash of that expensive pottery
hit the large window glass measuring 1x2 meters. Crushed to pieces. The glass, as well as the window.
Tya shut her mouth. Face pias. Pale. Dreadful at the bell
scattered. Mother gasped on the second floor bedroom bed.
Shaking open the blanket. Shaking down from the bed. His daughter's new
just sulking back for no reason. I don't know what now broke what.
Always has been this way all year.
Little angry. A little throw anything....
The night is coming. In a corner of the city with narrow alleys.
With the second floor terrace touching each other.
The fat mothers of the owners of the house had twice climbed into the upper room
whole day. First thing this morning deliver a hot water thermos
at once ascertained whether the young man he called 'Coral' was
doin' fine. The second was only ten minutes ago, putting down the ration of eating
