OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
WHOSE FAULT?
“Andan ambin motol-motolantu!”
Debuck.
I went from the kitchen to the middle room. A puffed-up boy lightly floated a red motorbike right on the belly of a tiny baby lying on a fur carpet on the floor.
“Loh! Bang Refa why?”
Refa. A four-year-old balloon boy. He is the firstborn and only child of the owner of the house where I work today. His cruel carry-on made his own concern for me when he was near Pricilia, my little eight-month-old daughter.
For example, today.
I could clearly see that he had smashed the vehicle into the surface of my baby's belly, whose skin was still flushed with fine veins on the top.
“That's vinegar deck plicil ambin moton atu!” Refa stomped his feet full of emotion. The child assumed that my daughter had taken her favorite toy. But what actually happened was that he put the red object in any place that later achieved by Pricilia considering their place next to the body.
“Dek Pricil gatatu if it's a toy brother.” I said calm Rafa down. I lifted up my daughter's body and moved her into a sling.
“Enya kacih mom she motolan, make her nda mainin motolan atu!” My master's son is very stubborn. After all, Pricilia also would not know that what she held in her hands was a toy belonging to someone else. Let alone to know such a thing, to speak even he could not. Only obscure rants could currently be delivered.
Recalling the cruelty of Refa, he was once on the same carpet as Pricil. I put my son to bed shortly after feeding the fat boy his favorite chicken porridge. He floated the net at me, watching my pleasure patting Pricil's butt gently. Then I don't know what demon suddenly visited the contents of his head, with a symbol he kicked the back of my son with his feet which at that time was covered by sneaker shoes.
Thud.
Pricilia was crying so hard. His weak back body was bruised by the actions of Refa. And then again when I asked him why he did so with innocence he answered “Mother tan telanya lumahtu. So nda boyeh dagain dek Plicil's. Mom just boyeh dagain atu!”
Astagfirullah.
Indeed, if it were not for the rupiah coffers I have obtained from this work I would not have been willing to confront my little daughter with a cruel son like Refa. I realized that finding a job was very difficult, so as much as possible I stayed here even though the safety of my son was at stake.
“Iya dear yes. Later I bought a deck Pricil motoran yes so I can play together with brother Refa.” I returned homely as the shadow of the delinquent of Refa finished crossing my memory. The toy had returned intact in his hands, but the already high emotions made him very difficult to calm down.
“ATU NDA WANTS TO PLAY CAMA OLANG MIS-TIN-“
Plaque.
My heart feels slapped.
“Refa what the fuck are you! Here.” A rough jewel landed perfectly in the ears of the rancid boy. My eyes flashed looking for who had managed to make the fat child grimace in pain. It turns out that Mr. Reno, his papa Refa.
“Aduuuh pardon pa ampuuun.”
“How many times should papa say keep up the greeting, hah!”
“Huaaaa huaaaa hikss.” The sobs also broke making the already chaotic atmosphere even worse. The sound of Refa resounded so much that it pierced through the very back of this house.
I could not bear to see the boy's ears turning red like a boiled crab as quickly as lightning pulled him in my arms. Grabbing her puffed up body and leaning it on my shoulder.
“Already sir already. Poor Refanya do not get scolded.”
“This child is getting longer and longer!”
“Iya maybe because he is still the “th
“Eh this shit huh!” A woman's shriek from the top cut out a sentence I hadn't spoken. I can guess that the atmosphere of the house will be more chaotic.
“Farah! Please tell your son this to not carelessly insult people!” The two human beings who were married sat face to face with an outpouring of emotions lodged in their chests. Just like Refa, Farah's mother had an acute abomination that could at any time explode.
“Eh Chevani!” Farah's gaze turned towards me. “ Since you were in this house my husband became angry with me. Women don't know you!” Suddenly my head ached. I could see clearly that there were long hoofed arms pulling my hair down without forgiveness.
Be ill.
So hurt.
Refa who had been crouching in my arms suddenly fell down shortly after my body was swayed because of the encouragement made by Farah's mother. That one man has indeed lost his mind, every day I made squishy ready to use. A duel-uel. Astagfirullah.
Really am. I don't know who's wrong in this either.
Rafa who can't keep up the saying.
Ms. Farah whose emotions are too acute.
Or even my presence in the house is the cause of all the anger.
“That tatut bu huuuu.” The puffed-up boy scattered his body back into my arms. His face was flushed red, the water droplets condensed a lot in his eye bags.
I welcomed the hug warmly. Although my heart often hurts from this one act, but actually he does not understand how to behave to everyone properly. Especially because Farah had never educated him with the religious sciences or something related to ethics.
Pricilia also looked tense. I'm sure, though he hasn't been able to digest every word someone else says, but he can sense whether it's comfort or anger.
Poor baby.
He must also bear the consequences of the actions of the Hero.
The hero!
Just watch out you bastard!
...***...
The atmosphere was silent for a while even though in the end the battle happened again. My ears can clearly capture the conversation of a couple who have shifted position to the second floor, where they rest themselves.
“How many times should I say be a good mother.”
“What do you mean? I can't give your son that much money if I'm an evil mother.”
“Loving that kid is not just about Farah's money. Unless there's an adab you have to educate!”
“Yes you don't mistake me keep dong. You also have to play a role to educate him.”
“Hah! Whaaat! I you said? Do you realize who you have been talking to so often? Who gives advice to him every day? I'm the Fa, me! And you! Taumu only shopping-shopping and shopping.” This time the voice of Mr. Reno defeated the woman who was arguing with him.
If I could be honest. Ms. Farah is a socialite who every day goes in and out of the mall to fulfill her feminine desires. I can see a row of branded bags and shoes that are deliberately displayed in the middle room. He's also always out at night when Mr. Reno is on duty out of town. And Refa? He did not care about Refa. Giving a child alone that material in the amount of banger is enough to pay off all responsibilities as a mother.
“This is all because of Chevani!”
The war is not over.
“Do not scapegoat Chevani for this incident. You who are not good at taking care of children.”
“Why do you always defend him huh? You love her!”
Plaque.
...***...
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