OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
TUYUL
“A-anu ma.” I went to the door of the room where Refa was self-presenting. “That's my master's son, his parents haven't come home so I had to bring him here. I'll be bringing the boy back to his house this morning. Sorry.”
God, there's gonna be this kind of torture.
“Oma atu numpang lumahnya bental yes, atu puyang kok this.”
“Eh yes dear gapapa, play in front of yuk same oma.”
WHATS?
This really?
I glared in wonder, how could the grandmother of the reot accept the presence of Refa with a spacious chest? Is his brain shorting?
“Ayuk oma.” Refa took Bu Lastri's hand and then passed by leaving me still covered by question marks.
What the hell is this? I swear I got confused myself to see my in-laws' sudden 180-degree behavior. It's funny to me that a lion suddenly becomes an Angora cat.
I continued my ritual with the white spoon and cauldron for the next few minutes. After all, I went forward to arm Refa and told him to brush his teeth and eat.
But I had not set foot on the veranda where the two were fighting, my ears overheard a conversation between a half-century woman and a boy urgently in front of her.
“Refa already school?”
“Beyum oma, but atu already count loh. One two three four five.” Refa swung his finger following a row of numbers. I'm stalking from behind the door.
“Wah smart once you.”
“Iya oma or ear taught papatu kalo in lumah.”
My God, why do they look so familiar? Both are like grandmothers who are joking with their own grandchildren. I'm battered. No, it's not on me but Pricil. Why is it that with her original grandchild she's never been that sweet? Ah let alone for things smelling of love, just look at it he never wants.
“Bang.” Call me after you've finished your sad event. “Her toothbrush keep eating yuk. After that we go straight to your home.”
“Yeeee puyaaang, atu puyang.” Refa happy not playing. His distended stomach went up and down as his legs worked with his body to jump.
I took Refa to the bathroom and then evacuated the little boy there. After a few minutes we both have managed to land the buttocks on the dining table chair above which has been served some breakfast menu.
“Oma let's mamam duyu.” Refa yells.
“Iya go first nak.”
O Refa! You're the one who's the same relationship your mother has with that gerandong. It's obvious that he's eating with us here.
“Dek Plicil ga mamam bu?”
“Let's be a little later.”
I did not deliberately evoke my son from his sleep because at this time I am still focused on taking care of Refa. I don't imagine how I would be taking care of those two little boys at a time.
“Nyam nyaaaam.”
“Enak bang?”
“Enak. Cemua mataanan mommy yummy, I vinegar.”
Mercifully. Not that I was boasting but it was said that people who had eaten my cooking must have been all on praising and craving for more.
Kretek.
I turned the body 360 degrees which was then followed by the sound of my bones colliding with each other. Oh really a complete rest for three days will not be enough to treat fatigue in me.
“Have a baby?” Refa dishes are empty, now is the time for me to turn to the wastafle and wash all the dirty kitchen objects. If you can all the other lionesses in the room also rubbed kikik.
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“Papaaaa papaaa atu puyang.”
May Lord Farah go home, Plis.
Refa's butt was bendal bendal when the boy ran to the yard.
The house is empty, there is no sign of anyone in this place. If Mr. Reno, I already know where he's obviously at work. But if it's Farah's mom? Where's she?
“Papa you will work again.” I said offset the steps of Refa.
“Ohiya forgot.” The fat boy clapped his own hand onto the surface of the eel.
I'm no longer answering. I immediately took a pillow and a fat bear to accompany Pricil in his usual place. I don't feel good, my heart seems to say that Ms. Farah didn't come back today.
“Did I call Mr Reno? Aish, I can't wait to be sure.”
Uh but don't. If suddenly the songong master thought that I was familiar how? It'll be embarrassing.
Dirty dishes in the wastafle are not too much these days, probably because the Refa is not there. Usually the one who always uses a lot of plates. But thank God because I don't need to sacrifice my waist too much right now.
If I cape like this again I'll remember Hero. He used to be one night of my body massage hihihi. He said he did not want to squirm his wife exhausted, but mah I know that what he was doing was also solely because of the mode. The man does, always using a lot of excuses to achieve what he wants. The last time I remember the most was when Adam wanted a hero after our birth. But baby, all are forced to stop when the time is not over. Heums.
16:30
The yellow-spreading phosphorescent began to spread to the Western horizon. I grabbed a broomstick that I then used as a cleaning medium for the expanse of the house.
“Mother or want macak.” A boy's voice shocked me from behind. I looked back and was surprised that I could not find what I was witnessing at this moment.
“Gosh bang you dirty bang.”
I swear this is the bad view I've ever seen. Refa was covered in flour and I almost thought he was a tuyul.
“That's to macak!”
“Hah?” Oh, that's right. It could be this one child who is fried in the cauldron.
“Come bu come.” This time Refa started pulling my arm towards the kitchen.
“Mothers want to sweep your home page dear geez.”
“That's to makakan itan pake flour.”
“Iya tomorrow yaaa.”
“Nda want!”
Aish Gusti's. How's this? Besides how can he find the flour that I have been tightly hidden in the spice cabinet.
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