MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 28

While rubbing eyes,"what the hell mbak! make me surprised" he said, looking at me in wonder.

"ASTAGHIRULLOH! dik Ubay!!" I patted my cheek, and smiled shyly to myself. My sister Ubay does sometimes like to sleep with me, if I'm at home. Even though he is big, he is still a coward.

"Uh makes you surprised, kirain who. Lha was suddenly beside me anyway" said I smiled happily, I hugged Ubay to treat my longing with this puffy sister. Kuraih hape beside my pillow, I saw it showing at 08:00 in the morning.

"Badam Mamak where are you? kayake the house is quiet" I asked Ubay.

"Don't know mbak, maybe find a debt" he replied normally.

"Future? what debt, brother?" manya curious.

"People's debt is mbak, continue to pay Satan's bank" replied Ubay, I even more confused made.

"Bank seetan? what the fuck is that!"

"that's mbak, who every day comes" replied Ubay back again rebound again.

"Ohh Bank weekly yes, when it comes every day"you're more curious.

"Don't know mbak, ask Mamak himself." It's free to ask Ubay, like he also does not understand the current situation.

Rather than in Liputi curiosity, it is good that I ask all of them directly to Mr and Mamak.

I opened the bag, and I took all my things out. And I put it neatly into the cupboard, "this is where I keep putting it?"I saw my closet was full, while my collection clothes and shoes that usually do not make a gig are still a lot in the bag.

I went out of the room, took out my old clothes in the outer cupboard, I put them in used cardboard. Quite a lot of my old clothes, up to two large boxes. After everything was sorted out, I went on to take a shower. I saw Ubay still in my room, "wake up, move into your own room there, I'm going to change clothes." Ubay got up and walked lazily towards his room, which was right next to mine.

The front door is open.

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

"goddessalam!" answer me from the room. I know that Father and Mamak just came home, Mr. coughing walked to the kitchen, while Mamak directly approached me into the room.

"Vis, you have money, son?" asked Mamak who was directly sitting at the edge of the bed next to me.

"There's a little Mak, what's Mak doing?" I turned my head towards Mamak, then I continued to face the mirror polishing my face thinly.

"Borrow first, son, make the Bank pay weekly" said Mamak look sad. "Mamak Mr was already around looking for a loan, but could not Nak" continued Mamak lethargic.

"I have about two million Mak, my money is just as good, if Mamak wants to wear it, use it first Mak" I replied while applying lipstick to the lips.

I looked at Mamak's face questioningly, I let out a long sigh. I was confused, where should I start my question. The father came and then sat leaning against the door of my room, I saw his face look tired, because from the morning had been invited by the traveling Mamak looking for a loan.

"Sir, Mom, what's the matter? and what happened to this house?" I said slowly, so as not to offend him. He coughed again quite loudly, and there seemed to be something hidden from me.

"As you can see, son, it's all over! make pay you check, make your sister pay for school and make daily necessities" Mamak explained. "Your father has lung disease, son, so every Sunday must go for treatment, not to mention the Ubay school needs are also getting higher. Your father has not worked for a long time, so everything runs out Vis" Mamak continued to explain everything to me.

"If your mama hadn't acted, it wouldn't have been like this Vis!" sela Bapak, which makes me shocked.

"Anything? how are you, sir?" I asked to see the face of the Father who seemed annoyed with Mamak.

Indeed I admit, my mamak still looks easy and beautiful.most certainly a lot of striped men who seduce Mamak, plus the nature of the mamak are flirtatious and odd when talking to men, it would be easier to seduce Mamak. Didn't Mom think about your feelings.

"Why are the buttons can run out of the remaining gini Mak? I have capitalized a lot, I hope Mamak can develop it, and can support our economy." I asked, which Mamak answered with tears.

"Yaitu Vis, because Mamakmu petagak, every day go with other men, because selling around clothes in boutiques, but every home does not bring money. The reason is every Father asked, his clothes are credited to the people" even the Father who answered my question. My mother was just crying next to me.

I saw Father's face was red because he was annoyed with Mamak's actions.

"What is the challenge Father can not work, Mr. already sickly. It was as if Mamakmu ngredahin Mr. kayak gini" added the father scolded Mamak, while also complaining to me.

"Not only that, the jewelry you bought, also has been sold out. Reasons to take Father's medication! medicate what? Hah, you also use the Jamkesda card. Excuse me" said the Father in a slightly loud voice, I just silently listened.

"Already sir, don't continue. Viska just came home, she's still tired, let her rest" said Mamak shivering on the interspersion of tears, crocodile tears.

I was still silently pensive, trying to take a look at the words of the Father. Not a little capital that I love to make a boutique at home, plus a stall. Whereas in the past, every once a week I went home, the boutique was always crowded. Especially before Eid al-Fitr, until it does not fit my house by the buyer until I ask my friends to help serve the buyer.

Not to mention jewelry in the form of several bracelets and necklaces, if calculated the weight of the range of 100 grams more. I want to be a proud child of parents, especially for Mamak. That's why I bought jewelry for Mamak so that Mamak is not looked down on by the neighbors.But the fact, after wearing jewelry and my economy slightly increased, Mamak became big head. If you talk to the neighbors, uh don't want to lose.

"If you are convinced, just realized, just admitted the mistake. Heleh, the old song" continued Mr. nagging.

Why are you doing all this? is it true because the Father does not work, so Mamak must turn away from the father, if because of that, why Mamak who modalin his man, why Mamak porotin? or are you already unable to give satisfaction to Mamak, who is still energetic and aggressive, so Mamak looking for another man from the Father.

I'm more confused, I'm a lot of trouble myself, uh at home in Bebani trouble again. Complete is all the burden of problems that hit me, which I have to carry myself. And I also have to find a solution.

I saw Ubay coming out of his room, maybe he was disturbed by the loud voice of the father earlier. He walked past in front of Father, looking at me and Mamak at a glance in a cuckoo attitude while scratching his distended stomach, walking leisurely towards the bathroom, and then, maybe Ubay is used to the commotion that happens in this house. I became amused to see Ubay like that, who is patient.

"Already sir, maybe Mamak khilaf. which has happened how else, do not we regret. let's get up together, we start again" I said trying to muffle the Father, and also comfort Mamak.

"Where else to start? we already have nothing else, let alone Mamakmu now a lot of debt" said Mr. Sibir still with a high tone.

"Well sir, last night the police came here to do what?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"You catch your mother, let her not behave anymore" I let out a long sigh at the reply of the Father, the person asked nicely even digress everywhere.

"Police last night came, nyariin you son, you have a problem what Vis? Mamak to tremble because of fear" said Mamak. I just fell silent, should I tell my parents the truth, if I'm actually a fugitive.

"Yes! Mama said to borrow money huh? hold on, Mak, I'll get you." I got out of my seat and took the wallet I put in my closet, after that I gave my money to Mamak.

tok. tok.

"Tuh Bank Setann came" he murmured, then went to the back.

After Mamak received the money I love, I went out of the room to see what kind of bank settan it was. natural dong curious, cook lunch gini no setann.

I walked towards the front door to open the door, I wanted to see up close what kind of demonic bank it was.

"Yes wait a minute Bank Settan!" sahutku. Vaguely from behind the glass in the house look two men tall large, wearing black jackets and black pants but not clear face because it is covered in curtains home window.