OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
CUCUMBER
“Emmmph Mr. Reno. I guess ga's father at home.” I turned around to look for the source of the sound. A man in a white shirt and knee-length pants was staring at me fixedly. Between happy or sad, his face was completely unpredictable. The flat rails adorned his handsome face.
“Your clothes are wet?” He circled the gaze following my feet and stopped at a point where he found water seepage flooding the bottom of my clothes.
“I- yes sir. That was-.” Haduuuh I'm a rich gago cleft man like this anyway. I pointed at the wetafle that was still wet with a splash of water. I hope he understands what I mean by a finger signal.
“You better change your clothes first. Can catch wind.”
“Iya sir, this is also want me to change kok.” I took a slow step leaving Mr. Reno who was still gasping at his original place. But I haven't been able to waltz away, the big sound again interrupted and made me freeze on the spot.
“Chevani wait!” He said as he held his hands towards the front. I'm turning.
“I apologize for the treatment of my son and wife earlier. But you are calm, I make sure after this no one will dare hurt us in this house again.”
“No need to apologize sir. Mmm ma-maf, what did you mean by the last sentence?”
“I've slapped my wife.”
Whats!
So the sound of a slap from the top
Ah really. I thought it was Ms. Farah who slapped Mr. Reno. Apparently contrary. What's the matter? Why was Mr Reno suddenly rude to his own wife? Did she follow in Bu Farah's footsteps to become a grandmother?
“Astagfirullah. Why did you do that?”
“The more left he's getting into-so Che. After all, I have been angry with Farah for a long time. She has absolutely no sense of responsibility as a mother and also a wife.”
“Ja-so Mother where?”
“Entah. Maybe go home to his parents.” Oh, my God, why is it getting so complicated? What if both of Bu Farah's parents were offended by her daughter-in-law's treatment? Yes Rabb please save Mr. Reno's household and his wife, I don't want anything worse to happen. Poor Refa.
“It looks like you should immediately look for Bu Farah before this problem continues.”
“Leave it. A wife like him should occasionally be taught a lesson.”
I'm speechless. My mind was flying and centered on Ms. Farah. His emotions that easily rise will make it take a long time to forgive something. Or maybe he won't open his heart again after this incident to Mr. Reno. Astagfirullah Chevani, throw away your bad thoughts.
“Then I first yes sir.” I walked away and went into the room to change clothes. It turns out my son is still soundly sleeping on a bed covered by blue sheets. I really can't bear to disturb his sleep at this time, but how else. There's another job I need to finish.
“Mother, mother want temana?” A child in the cheek of a kingpin who was busy playing PS suddenly ran and scattered his body in my legs. The tart cake that had been spewed out from earlier, making the dregs splattered on my toes.
“Mom wants to go home first. My mother's work is done.”
“That's vinegar if mom puyang. Atu nda has temen.”
“And there's your dear papa.”
“Pokokna mom nda boyeh puyang!” Refa strengthened his embrace at my feet, automatically I could not walk this time.
“Let Mother Chevani go home Ref.”
“Papa.”
My feet were instantly able to breathe freely as Refa loosened his arms and shifted to face Mr. Reno. The balloon-postured father always surprised me with his sudden arrival like a jelangkung. Because as far as I could tell he had returned to his room shortly after I had gone into my room as well.
“Later you play with papa ya. Want to be escorted home Che?”
“Kale sellers in front. Yes you are!”
My heart feels like it's pumping faster than ever. Because sambet jin where this man wants to take me home, usually not so. Uh! If only the one who spoke to me was an adam without a wife, surely my heart in it had been overgrown by flowers of various colors.
“Oh no need sir. I used to go home by myself. Excuse me.”
No more words after that. Refa who was heavy to release me now has a hen swung at the feet of his papa. Good though. What would happen if I stayed up until that night in the house for her?
...***...
The orange glow penetrates the net of every person who is currently floating beneath it. The sparkle of the person makes anyone who looks must be fascinated and do not want to get away from the panorama.
“Ta ta ta.” Pricil who had been continuously blabbering so showed cheerfulness through the eyes. His hands were clenched in the air, his feet were on their toes as if to ask to be let go.
I stared at the riders who were sitting behind the glass of private vehicles that I rode every day. Vehicles that have a variety of colors and numbers are always my special jet to get to the destination location. Especially if it is not public transport.
Fifteen minutes passed.
I arrived at a two-story building that had a lot of rooms and small rooms inside. Four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles also contributed to give the impression of many visitors at the place.
“Live to the wash yes cin.” A person with a gurgling body rolled his eyes shortly after I took my foot off the public transport. Tosca shirts combined with tight jeans further add to its beauty that afternoon. Error UPS. I mean handsome.
A handsome?
So why is he wearing tight clothes?
More precisely, she was a transvestite.
The feeling of fatigue lodged in my back has not disappeared even now it has been served with laundry that soars like a hill. It takes extra energy to do this whole job. Never mind, it's okay. This is all I'm doing for Pricil, my dear son.
I turned to all corners of the area and turned to look at the clock that was chained in the room. It's still six in the afternoon. But this area has been crowded by young people who I estimate are still sealed haram aka courtship. Also a group of naughty widows and their concubines. All gathered in a place known as a bar. A place where silly creatures wobble and vent their lustful desires.
“You liked our scene earlier right babe?”
“But likes. You are good at.“
“You want again?”
“If I mah every day also gapapa kok.”
“Uhuk uhuk uhuk.” I coughed after accidentally catching my ear on the conversation of a pair of humans who were passing right beside me. A single ABG with his grandmother Reot showed a cheerful face shortly after they came out of the room 4*4m residence provided in this place. The man I assessed was 19 years old was holding an elderly woman whose entire fingers were filled by a golden ring with a very friendly. I don't know what the grandmother and the young brondong just did in there, which is clear now I catch a scene that is very dear if not laughed at. The front zip of the ABG single pants was agape and featured a large mound that was the size of a cucumber. Maybe he's unconscious. I laughed off.
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