OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
WAR OF BADR
“Awww!” A loud slap floated on the surface of the cheek for who knows. Her voice is clear. Neither Mrs Farah nor Mr Reno now struggle with words. I screamed hysterically, my heart could be immediately dislodged if I continued to hear their debate.
“Mothers jelit-jelit shhht.” Refa curled my mouth with her tiny palm. No more anger coming out of his face. Everything turned into an endless fear.
It seemed like taking Pricilia and Refa away for a moment from this hot house was a suitable idea. Because it would not be good if they heard especially to witness bad things like that. I took Refa with my right hand while the one next to him was still holding Pricil. The kitchen door that had been open wide would make a safe exit for me and the children.
“Tita want temana bu?”
“Cute only yes.”
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“Huuuh.” A rough breath came out just like that when we managed to escape from the gripping atmosphere. Mercifully. Here me and these two boys will be calmer and more peaceful.
The green clumps of anom and small pines welcomed our arrival at that time. The end of the leaves that were swaying in the wind added to the comfortable impression as we set foot in the area. Usually every afternoon there will be a lot of children playing here. They run merrily with their peers, including Refa.
“Evening atu main cama papa in this park bu.” The boy reopened his voice after successfully landing his butt in a mini swing.
“Ohya?”
“Iya. Atu play cama friends.”
“Why pricil deck ga invited bang?”
“Nda want to deck ugly Plicil.” I think all kinds of insults and swearing have been attached to this rancid prank. If counted maybe in a day he could throw dozens of insulting sentences at me or my son. Her lips are spicy like bon chilli is what sometimes makes Mr. Reno ignited emotions and finally quarrel with Bu Farah.
“Mothers want to say the same bang Refa.” I grabbed her shoulder from the side. “God does not like loh bang the same people who like to insult. Tau ga's? Up there-“ I said while aiming at the sky. “God has prepared hell for humans who like to mock others. Brother wants to go to hell because he likes to talk ugly Pricil deck?”
“Tata papa tu nelaka the panaaaaaaas telus no api becal.” Refa spread his arms wide as if to tell how hell it was.
“Well yes. Want to go to hell?”
“Enda.”
“If you don't want that brother can not tease deck Pricil or anyone else yes.”
“That's a tease. Kan emang benel deck Plicil ugly, mistin again.”
Forgive Gusti.
If You do not leave a conscience to me, maybe this one tuyul I have squeezed and then I make duck food. Either his brain could not absorb the words or his mother's cruel upbringing that had become flesh blood so that any kind of advice could no longer change it.
I stared at the ceiling of nature. I took a deep breath and slowly took it out. Pricilia is still a herd in a sling, occasionally her net fluttering in the garden wind. In the next second, my vision caught several kittens feeding on their mothers. I looked at the wisdom, the cat babies sucked the mound in their mother's stomach greedily. Ummm I think I have an idea.
“Eh uh bang Refa. Try looking at the cat at the end there.” I lift my index finger to the corner, hopefully this fat boy who is with me can see it clearly.
“Waaah no tuting. Atu vinegar tuting bu.”
“This is here I'm telling you. Look, the cats love each other. They don't fight with their own brother, no taunts. Cook bang Refa lose to cat.”
“Iya but that's tan taudala. Deck Plicil kan butan taudala atu.”
I can estimate that when I grow up, Refa will be a great debater. How could he have fended off all my words from now on if not God had left him with the breadth of thought. Yes, even though his current thoughts are still not true.
But I don't want to lose.
“Loh bang Refa sama dek Pricil kan sibling too. His name is Seiman's brother. Bang Refa Muslim and Deck Pricil are also Muslim. Well, so brother dong.”
“What is bu?”
“Iya. So can't tease pricil's deck again ya.”
“But another tease macih boyeh tan?”
“Ga can be too dear. Other people are also Seimanya brothers bang Refa.” I pulled out the meatball-cheeked boy's nose. This time he accepted my words.
Alhamdulillahot.
Finally, the unicorn is also obedient with my advice.
Refa brought his body closer to Pricil, leaving a few centimeters between them. Then the boy gently stroked my son's head that had not been overgrown by hair.
Ah so happy it feels.
If it wasn't for his mouth, Farah and Reno wouldn't have had a big fight like that.
Oh yeah, how are they doing at home?
“Pulse beam yuk.” I said as I pulled on Refa's arm. I gotta go home. Who knows the house has become a ship broke because of the actions of the couple.
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Change it like a thief. I poked out from the back door with a high-level fret. Sweep the view to all corners of the house, then inching towards the kitchen zone.
Silent.
Hey, where are they?
There's no one here.
Thank goodness, insider.
The golden opportunity cannot be wasted. I put Pricilia to sleep in the maid's special room and then secured Refa back in the living room. Give him some snacks in the refrigerator and let him play the playstation indefinitely.
The ritual of help was immediately carried out. Plates that are still washed in half due to interference from the Badr war I am currently connecting again to avoid new anger.
I still remember very well when Farah ma'am once scolded me all out of dirty dishes that I had not had time to wash. No-no, it's not my fault. The woman asked me to make her pineapple jam. And selfishly he bottled my head with a broomstick as his eyes caught the sight of a pile of unwashed dishes on the wastafle. Ah, it's spooky. Amit-amit. I don't want to see that incident again.
So tired. My hips feel like they want to slip out of place. Sweep the house and then mop it, clean the dust attached to the washing, water the plants, iron the mountains of clothes, tidy up the Refa toys scattered like freshly blown aircraft whirlpools, and make sure the, washing the dishes plus the added bonus of watching the third world war in this house has been my work since this morning until now.
Fate becomes babu in people's homes, yes like this.
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Three months ago
“Awww ouch.” I grimaced in pain as something sharp penetrated my soles all of a sudden. The dark atmosphere at that time made me shudder in horror and could not ask anyone for help. I sat weakly on the lip of the sidewalk, touching the soles of my feet which began to emit a thick red liquid.
Hours passed. My heart is getting more and more upset. What if some criminal would rape me in the middle of the night. Or maybe there's a conspiracy of sundel bolong that's gonna swallow me alive.
Screaming and crying. That's all I can do in the dark that I don't even know where I'm at. I really want to feel like I killed myself. But it's impossible. Because if I die what about the five-month-old baby who is currently sleeping soundly in my arms.
You bastard's a hero!
I swear! I'll find you until I get it!
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