OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
FIRST WARNING TO IBIL
I nodded, staring at the ceiling. People say that being angry is not good to stand up, later his emotions can be more racing. Sit down, but it seems that it does not reduce the heavy burden that resides in the heart. As a result, I decided to lay down my body.
“Do not cry. Look, Pricilia keeps staring at you in confusion,” I turned my head, scanning the little princess who put on a tense look. Ah, again he must be included in his mother's problems.
“Listen to me.” Demian sat on the bed. Her big fingers grabbed my soft wrists. “Tadi, all of a sudden I was called by RT here to help fix Ibil's water tap. Somehow the original story of one child was able to ask for help Mr. RT. Eventually I had to follow, and we both fixed the tap. But in the middle of work, Mr. RT's wife called that there was a guest who had urgent needs, so he asked for help so I could continue the work alone."
I began to digest Demian's words.
“You don't misunderstand me. What am I doing with that girl? Even seeing it I was disgusted. Earlier, I also ordered him to wait outside,”
“Then why can you guys exit together?” my mind drifted in all directions. Don't let Demian lie to me.
“When I came out of the toilet to the front door, suddenly he was halfway through, wanting to catch up with me. I kept forcing myself to get out. Damn, it coincides with when you get home. Huh, my breath gets congested from chasing a sulking wife,”
Hearing him, I immediately got up and hit Demian on the shoulder with all my might. He grimaced, but then twisted. I don't know, it makes sense what he said.
My anger began to pour out on Demian. But not with that weird teenager. I'll make sure he can't bother Demian anymore.
The next day after Demian went to work, I banged on Ibil's door. It doesn't matter if he's sleeping or not. I have to teach that kid a lesson.
“Who, eh?” finally the door opened and revealed a creature covered in pink cloth inside. His eye bags were big, his bottom was black like the butt of a pot.
“What's Mba?” tanyanya while checking a pair of netra.
“I want to talk!” I exclaimed loudly but was still in proper intonation. Ibil tried to concentrate, her gaze was now serious towards me.
“What's up?”
“I don't know what your motive is to do all this. But please, don't ever bother Demian again,”
“Hah?” his mouth widened along with the discharge of a foul scent piercing the nose. I retreated, afraid of suddenly dying from breathing that hellish air. “Who's bothering Mba's husband?” he continued, then extended his lips.
“You always smile kindly at Demian. Always ask Demian for help. Remember Ibil! Demian already has a wife,” my words make Ibil hold back laughter. The thick blanket that wrapped around his body nearly descended as one of his hands stuck to his mouth.
“Mba feel so? What does the neighbor do? Didn't I just ask for regular help?”
“But the way you treat my husband is different!”
“What's different?” Ibil pretended to be stupid, making me want to pull her red hair even more.
“The point is I don't like. Never reprimand Demiam again!” I closed the sentence and then left to take Pricilia who was still meditating in the doorway with a bag beside her.
Already late. But it's okay. I'll try to ask Naumi's understanding if she's angry with me later. Fellow woman, I am sure that she will understand the condition of a wife who is afraid that her husband will be tempted by a snake.
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I ran as fast as I could when I saw Naumi's mom sitting up and folding her legs on the chair. Tumbens. The half-century woman should have been in the laundry.
“I'm sorry I'm a little late ma'am,” I'm down. Actually it's only ten minutes late. But his name was not on time.
“Ya, come in.”
Naumi ma'am not angry? I didn't even ask what was the reason for my late arrival.
“What else?” the woman again exclaimed and made me who was still staring at this place aghast in shock.
“Mother not to laundry?” I try not to look nervous.
“Oh, no. My niece will soon arrive,” her face is getting old but still ayu it is beaming right. Now I understand that he is waiting for the presence of his family.
It's delicious for people who still have relatives to meet. Inversely with me this kara. But yes, at least I still have Pricilia and Demian.
“Bik Well,” sapaku.
“Eh, just up.” make Well smile, then turn his eyes on Pricilia.
This morning Alya must be at school. After all, whether or not he still just bik Nah working alone. Without a long conversation again, I immediately met Ozone who was sitting down while playing games on the phone. He must have not eaten. Luckily, Naumi's mom wasn't mad at me.
A few minutes later, I sat next to Ozone with a tray of meat soup and warm water. The man turned his head, about to grab the food that was in my hand.
“Try the meal should not be bribed.” Ozone snorted after hearing my words just now.
“Why?”
“Mas hotshot, right?” Ozone nodded, and I directly handed the plate to him. He grabbed it well. “Then, try to spend this alone.” I said as if challenging him who he said was a hotshot. After that, Ozone immediately scoops the meat-based food and immediately devours it until it runs out of sight.
“I told you that I am a hero,” his face raised, exclaiming as if he is the champion.
I smiled thinly. Succeeds. Actually this is just part of my way of slowly changing it to become what it used to be.
“Ozon eat alone huh?” bik Nah approached. The old woman was no less happy with me right now.
“Iya bik's. Did Bibik see it?” bik Nah gave a steady nod.
“Hopefully one day Ozone can return to how it used to be,” the bun-haired woman smiled again. His face that was so withered made my heart melt.
“Bik Well, Chevani.”
Suddenly, Naumi's voice sounded from the front. Both I and Bik Nah both turned their heads, then rushed out of the room.
Before actually reaching the veranda, I saw the owner of this house was joking with who was there. His face was also invisible as both of them were facing towards the front. A blue taxi just darted away when the passengers managed to get off.
“What's Non?” the sound of Bik Nah made the two women turn their bodies.
Taps.
My gaze met with the guest, and at that moment also cold sweat flowed violently, lodged in the neck zone. My chest is rumbling great. Really this? A thick black long-haired woman, the one who once gave her own husband willingly to me.
“Bu- Bu Farah?” my heart was broken inside.
...***...
Seriate
Slowly I pointed at the red thread
It can't be spontaneous
The story will be ugly
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