OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
A PARCEL FOR AREN
“Ah is already! You are innocent or stupid.”
Ck! What meaning!
If I'm not mistaken, he's given me this code twice. I swear I don't know what that means. Is it hard to talk to the core? I don't like that kind of alien language.
“What brother told you that mom doesn't stay here anymore?” I glanced at the little boy who was chewing the cassava chips behind the door.
“Iya.”
“So brother said that we came out yesterday?”
“Iya.”
Oh my God, this one kid!
It's true. Though I've kept this a secret from Mr. Reno as much as possible, eum I mean let him know from my mouth only and not Refa. But how else would you like? This one gas stove has exploded before than me.
As usual, this spacious building is always peppered with piles of toys and also plastic food scraps scattered on the floor. I picked them up one by one and then put them back where they should be. If there is usually always Pricilia who watches her mother clean the house then this time only Refa is the one who looks at me from a distance. One child is indeed a concern, but for me there is nothing more valuable and brings comfort than to be able to see my own child as before.
Oh yeah, speaking of Pricilia, somehow my brain suddenly recorded the poor face of the old grandma who kicked me out yesterday. How are you doing, huh? Can he really survive without me? What if the woman suddenly died of starvation? And if anything happens, the point is, it's not all my fault.
“I go first you take good care of my son.” Mr. Reno inched down from the top floor while carrying his national black swath bag.
I'm astonished. Why could that man not care about Ms Farah at all? Does he not love his wife anymore? But come to think of it a few days ago he had met the woman but did not bring her home. The fool should have understood that his son misses the mother very much. After all how would he be willing to satisfy his biological needs if no one wanted to be hit? Uh uh my mind is going to be there, my goodness.
Drrt drrt drrt.
Suddenly the phone in my pocket shook long.
“Where is your employer's house? I want to go there.” The sound of a woman suddenly interjected from another direction.
That's Neni. It was his habit to speak without being asked. I kept this flat object out of my ear, because if I kept it attached it I could have my hearing device malfunctioned and I became deaf.
Without going on any longer, I immediately shared the address of this house with Neni. I don't know what to do but hopefully his presence doesn't interfere with my work.
“Mothers want to belajal.”
“Yaudah darling learn.”
“But atu mauna cemented cama mom.”
“Mother is working a little while ya.”
“Nda want!”
Aish! Why is it like this? How can I get the job done quickly if suddenly the Refa asks for study company. Huh just disturb!
“Abang want to learn what?”
“Papatu eyes I can fine itung.”
“Oh so brother is not yet smart huh?”
“Beyum.”
Poor this one kid. He's actually very clever, really. But because of the limitations of time with parents make it have to endure slow learning including counting as it is now.
Her mother could teach her because she happened to have no activity either. But on the other hand we also both know that the one stall is only busy with shopping and shopping. Moreover, when he had already left home, no one could be counted on to teach Refa except his own papa and that was rare. Mumpung I am the babu and foster mothers in this house, so as much as possible I take the time to teach the son of a man who has played a lot in my life.
“This is butuna.” A sea of Refa's voice was heard from the top. I left my sweep unsettled and headed there immediately.
It didn't take long for me to finally arrive at a room dominated by images of robots and cars on the seanteronya. I grabbed the arithmetic book and then began to guide Refa slowly.
“Now I want to see first how Bang Refa.” is capable
“That's yupa.”
“Papa dearest sayin aja ya.”
“One two three four yima deyapan sepuyuh holeeee.”
Pork!
To laugh in fear of sin.
Where there's a history of five direct eight, there's just this one gas stove.
“Mistake bang.” I said while holding back the laughter. “The real one is two three four five six seven eight nine ten.”
“He em.”
“Tatu two three four yima six three four.”
“Eh eh wrong again wrong! Not that dear.”
“Aduuuh payaku pucing.”
I laughed so hard at the manner of Refa. His hand that was like a bun was clutching the head of a sign of dizziness, his face was also bent and his breathing that came out was very rough.
“Yaudah yaudah we repeat again yaaa one two ti-“
Ting nong ting nong ting nong.
“Ih no guests buuu.”
Hey who's that? Lebay once pressed the doorbell until the bejibun.
“Abang here first let mom see.”
“Iya.”
Finally I went back down to see which guest was pressing the bell of the house to such an extent. I think his childhood was not satisfied so he wanted to connect it this time.
Chequek.
“Atime!”
“Oh gosh! You seem to deserve it.”
Oh well this dry kanebo apparently, ck! I should've guessed that it was him.
“Are you busy?”
“Even my work just started.”
“Company me.”
“Ke?”
“Absolutely you don't want to give a parcel for Aren's wedding to be done in two days?”
“Ohya?”
“You don't know?”
“No.”
“Job Che!” Neni clapped my shoulder strong, insolent! “What kind of friend are you? Doesn't he always help you?”
“The story is long, I don't want to talk about it. If you want me to be with you, you can, but wait for my work to finish.”
“You also want to buy parcels?”
“I didn't come to the party.”
“Really? Why?” Neni covered her agape mouth with both hands.
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