OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

CONGRATULATIONS

Huft, it's finally finished also my battle with these kitchen objects and materials. The hen soup requested by the princess has been served at the dinner table.

I shuffled forward to bathe Pricilia. And at the same time, my eyes caught a wall clock that was aiming for the number eight. Oh God! I'm already an hour late. How'this?

This is not a good time to get ready. No one should take a shower, neither I nor Pricil. After all I am also just a jongos, so it is only natural that the appearance of the gembellum and the delicious aroma of my armpits look stunning today. Emmm I mean like junk flies.

Pricil was already in my arms with the pony still tightly clasped in his tiny hands. I closed the bedroom door and then moved to the next room to ensure the condition of the mermaid sleeping spoiled on the bed. Mercifully. Grandma fell asleep, a sign that her heart was back to normal.

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As usual, the streets are always filled with drama. If God had created a pair of wings like a fairy-tale heaven for humans, I probably wouldn't have used this lane as an alternative to getting to my master's house. Crossing the air seems like the best way.

Tin tin tin tin.

Sahut-sahutan kelakson vehicles increasingly crowded the highway Batam City when the street lights have displayed green color. It was so noisy, my eardrum felt like it wanted to get out of place. What time is it now?

I pressed the power button on a flat object tucked in a pants pocket. My eyes widened when I found many missed calls from Mr. Reno. Oh No! I dare not imagine what will happen there. I'm sure Miss Farah will swallow me alive. God, how would my little daughter be if I died today?

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The dag dig dug.

The dag dig dug.

The organs neatly embedded in my chest felt pumped up a thousand times faster. How not? Now I have set foot in a magnificent house whose front is filled with plastic waste and small children's toys. It is certain that the culprit is Refa. Well how is this? My body trembles.

I slipped into a room three times the size of my house. Silent. I can't find any sign of Grandma dropping by in this area. Maybe he was on top?

Holy hooch!

That's kan-that

A straight man in an office coat stood straight and facing me. Mr. Reno, since when was the man here. I'm ketar ketir. Then I don't know what suddenly prompted my mind to run to him and beg for forgiveness.

I fear.

So scared.

I really don't want to get fired as a babu in this house.

I still need money to get on with life.

“Ma-I'm sorry for my delay sir. I beg you not to fire me and please save me from the rampage of Bu Farah.” Without feeling my tears have flooded and drops have fallen to the floor. “I realize I was wrong, but I beg you sir. I need money to live, pity my daughter if not eat.” I continued to gather myself and ventured to stare at the still strong figure standing before me.

“You why?”

Poh.

Why not get angry?

Unexpected things happen. A man pulled my hands together and helped me to stand up. He looked at me full of question marks then in the next second his smile expanded to adorn the face. Truly, this married man is very handsome. Oh my goodness, Chevani, watch your eyes!

Huh!

Is that true?

My guess is correct. There will definitely be more muddy things after yesterday's fight. Where is the wife of such a humble man?

But if you think about the departure of Bu Farah is a gift in itself for me. Who would have thought that I would survive the mistake I made? If there is a grandmother attached to it, let alone because it is pure error, not even wrong I am indeed every day always grinded by the mouth remesnya. O yeh, I better go up to meet Repha.

After climbing the row of stairs finally up to me in front of the door whose surface is spiked by the image of small balls. Especially if it's not a Refa room. I pulled the knob from the outside and found a fat boy sobbing in the corner of the room.

Hiks hyks.

“Loh bang Refa why?” I open the conversation and then create some distance between us.

Hiks hiks hiks.

A green thick liquid shavings came out from the two holes that were just above the boy's lips. The test is exactly like the cendol that I often take during break time in elementary school. Refa is still frozen in place. I don't know what made his face cloudy and drained the rain this morning.

The boy inched closer to me and hugged my body very tightly. I stretched out my hand and put Pricilia on the three-foot-sized bed of Refa. Could die squeezed my son by the body of this gas cylinder.

“Matu pelgi.”

Ou turns out that this tengil is crying over the attached mak.

Oops.

Sorry release.

“Loh who said his mother bang Refa went?” I asked as if I didn't know. Who else if not his own father who told.

“Tata papatu mamatu granny place. Huaaaa huaaaa.” Her crying broke again crowded the entire room. On top of the bed there, Pricilia was also seen buying eyes with a tense, pitying face. Maybe he thinks there's a follow-up war after yesterday.

“Mama Farah left for just a minute, baby. Maybe mama Farah has business.” I said trying to calm down.

“But atu want uga place grandma. In cana there is mobin-mobinan gede bu huuuhuhuhi hiks.”

Refa was once bought by big cars by opa and oma when they vacation there a few months ago. But the toy was not brought to this house because Bu Farah forbade on the complicated grounds to bring the large object on a long trip. There is nothing more interesting than playing cars with his options there, so his heart was devastated when he found out that his mother was in his hometown. Yes, even though it is still fifty-fifti when Bu Farah is there. It could be that he is currently at his friend's house, or maybe going somewhere to calm down. Or even go to the clumsy Grace, I chuckle.

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