OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

ALMOST ROASTED

Kreeek.

I opened the curtain attached to the window. The dust grains burst into my sense of smell, understand me also rarely at home and make this building has not had time to be cleaned completely.

Either there is inspiration from where but obviously after living in this house I feel great comfort. I feel like I live with people I love and love me, even though I am alone here.

Especially if the neighbor's child has been crying, ahh it feels like I just want to kiss the boy who actually I do not know his face. Impressed a little brash actually but honestly the baby's cry made my heart feel peaceful and wanted to see it in person.

If there's free time, I'll definitely go there, promise.

Ohiya by the way Mr Reno how is it? Because the last time we came home yesterday the man was totally ungrateful to me. Either embarrassed or angry but obviously we both make no difference to the mannequins in the market Rebo, stiff.

Actually I'm still confused about the same thing yesterday. Really ain't it? Or he just wants to entertain me. But after he told her about the real incident it felt very impossible that he was lying. Then what should I do? I was excited to meet.

...***...

“Mother has come?” Refa hugged me tightly, I smiled.

Look Che! How dear this child is to you. His embrace is sincere like a child to his biological mother. Sumringai's face never fades when he's with you. Although sometimes naughty but actually that is the way every boy.

I shook myself in my heart, said Mr. Reno, increasingly clamoring at the contents of my head. I admit, Refa never got this warm treatment from his own mother. But is it possible that it will reduce his love for Bu Farah?

“Come to macuk bu.”

“Iya darling.”

The whole room looked empty. Where's the fat boy's father? Usually the nose is never absent. I forgot that he was upset with me.

“Papa you where bang?”

“Nda knew it was on top."

“Not gone to work yet?”

“Beyum.”

Tuh bener's. Usually, the man with one child must often mill around in this room to wear a tie, shoes or so on. Eum if I see you later what should I do? I'm so embarrassed.

I'm doing the dishes first.

16:00 WIB

“Huuft.” I took a deep breath and then threw it away violently. Tired of being made by the Refa, one day for his work to destroy the kitchen under the pretext of cooking.

Flour, eggs, sugar, sauce, mayonnaise and vegetables he made one in the cauldron and fried. I don't know what but what is clear is that this iron round object is very sticky with kitchen materials that Refa stir into one on it. In addition to playing cars or other types of male games, this one child also has an interest in the field of cooking. Not too often but it is not also said that rarely the gas cylinder this one makes a mess in the kitchen with all the strange food menu.

I sat down and let Refa play with all his heart there. Sometimes his smile expands while saying “My mother is already so” to me. Not expecting much but hopefully Refa grows up to be a strong and mentally steel boy. Because it does not rule out the possibility even though he is a man but his psychic can also be disturbed because of the terrible events that are afflicting the fate of his family at this time.

“You want to be the connecting mother for Refa?”

Huh if it's like this I remember the words of Mr. Reno. Why yes? What eyes are blind so he can no longer see which women classy and which women every day just become babu in people's homes.

Honestly, I was once the same persimmon guy but long before I knew that he had a wife. I also really love Refa, she was already considered as my own biological child. During my time working in this house I had a pair of trusts entrusted by the Almighty to me, Pricilia and also Refa. But I don't know, my heart seems to refuse and say that the Hero of my ex-husband will one day return to pick me up and also Pricilia.

But if you think about it until when? It's been almost a year and the Hero hasn't come to me. I miss, I miss those moments of leaning on her shoulder. It was very desirable for me to shed this cry again and feel the warm sweep of her fingers on my cheek.

Do you remember your wife and your son?

Ah even starting from our little princess to be here until you're gone, you're not showing yourself.

Goddamnit!

“Aaaaaaa toyooooong.”

“ASTAGA! Beware son!”

Byuuuu.

Bup!

“Ck double shit!” I was shocked by the oath.

In the midst of my daydream, suddenly the Refa screamed for help, and I saw a great blaze lodged in the pot. How can? Where did that fire come from? Aish now my face is also charred because of the behavior of this one water rhino.

“Huuuuu uuu hikss.”

“It is already a pity. Apikan is dead.” I said I was trying to figure out Refa. The fire was already dull with water a bucket earlier, fortunately can be extinguished.

“Fire is evil bu huuu.”

“Iya want to calm down yes, later we aduin papa you fire yes.” I brought Refa and took him to the upper room. Just let the kitchen fall apart and flood like that, I better just put this riot maker to sleep.

Why blame the fire? He's the only one that's not right!

We almost died in this house.

...***...

“Wah sweetness of her smile.”

“Who is his name yaa.”

“Papa will buy you a new shirt.”

A big, male voice sounded from over there. This was the first time I found out that the neighbor's baby was taken care of by his own father. Where's his mother going? I listened with wisdom while messing around with myself in the room, curious about the next door neighbor who somehow made my heart feel invited to feel happy.

“Eum do I just deliver them food huh?”

I was weighing something. Actually my money is also almost run aground but in the kitchen there are still green beans and old coconuts that are ready to be processed to become porridge. I would love to meet the boy and be curious about the papa. I think the child was just born because the man said “what is his name yes.” to his little baby. But if heard again the cry of the child seems to indicate that he is a baby aged five months and above, very clear from his voice that has begun to grow. Why is he still asked what his name is?

Ah I don't know maybe it was the voice of the little boy that was it.

...***...

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