Pasung Tuan Muda's

22. Traitorous Woman

From the doorway, I stepped both feet into the house. Crossing the black sofa chair, which at that time there was already a woman as an ex-boyfriend. Miranda is a woman who has no shame at all, has been rejected repeatedly still meet me without boredom.

Because today I don't want to see anyone, both feet just go to the center of vision. Without looking to the left. Mama and Miranda were talking there.

"Bang ...!" call someone from the left.

I stopped and looked a little. With a lazy style and take a long breath, then I stared steadily at the other person.

"Bang, there are guests, really, not appreciated like this," continued mama while changing her gaze to the woman in front of her.

I also replied with a little murmuring. "Apaan, hell, Ma. It is not important that Rebal appreciates it either."

"Bang, Miranda has come all the way, you know, from Spain. He wants to meet you."

"Ma! Want him to come from hell too, Rebal doesn't care! Because Refal doesn't want to see his face anymore." Finished saying, I walked back towards the second floor of the house building.

The right hand that was holding the black jacket, then I threw it on the floor.

'Mama anything, anyway, use the event to serve Miranda really well. He does not know what, if the woman is a cheat, ' my mind says.

Slamming the door very hard. Then, I slept on the bed without opening the school shoes. After a few minutes I fell asleep, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Who ...?"

"It's mama, Bang."

"What else do you want, anyway?" my nagging was short, then changed the position of the body to sit.

"Open the door, Bang. There's something you want to talk about," he said, pressing a very swinging tone of voice.

Finally, I inevitably jumped out of the bed and opened the door. "What's up, Ma?"

The woman who always tied her hair with the red bandana burst in. He sat on a white bed and told me to be next to him. Putting on a sour face, I followed her very bored gelagat.

After I sat down on the right side, the woman stared fixedly at both balls of my eyes.

"Bang, you don't like that if there are guests" he said, touching my cheek gently.

"Ma, Refal doesn't want to see Miranda again. He is a traitor" I said, looking very upset at the woman in front.

The mother took a deep breath and slowly threw out of her mouth. "Well, doesn't . every human being has a second chance. At least he's not in a relationship, but you can still be friends."

"Refal does not want to be friends. However, Refal did not want that at the end of the day Mama would match Refal with him again."

Hearing this mouth, the mother changed her position to stand up. It looks on his face when he is upset. "Now gini, Fal. If you don't want to obey what you say, all your facilities will be unplugged from now on."

"okay! Does Rehal need all that? As long as you know, this car is buying papa, not Mama. So if you want to do this, make sure everything is known as papa," my hardik raises the tone of voice.

Without thinking, the woman I called mama slapped my right cheek very hard.

Plaque!

Instantly the position of the face changed throwing away the gaze. Both eyes began to glaze with an attitude of mama who often makes me hurt. Not just one time, he does this almost every time there is a female match.

With my right hand, I touched my cheek slowly and immediately turned my gaze towards the floor.

"Ma, now Refal wants to ask Mama. Is Refal Mama's biological child? Or isn't?"

From the position right in front, the woman approached and hugged my body. He also shed tears along with sobbing sobs.

"Fal, sorry mom." He paused for a moment, then. "Mama did not intentionally slap you, Bang," he continued very low.

I pushed the woman who was currently hugging, she took two steps back while pressing her mouth and face with both hands.

Without further ado, I immediately got out of the room room and came out with a very fast leg.

"Where are you going?" tanyakanya.

"Don't look for Refal again, instead of the departure of the Refal that you wanted all this time?"

"Rephal!" he changed his sitting position to stand on the side, then he circulated a smile with his hands below his waist.

"Well what else are you here for? Not satisfied you ruined my life!" pekikku raised the tone of voice.

"Fal .. I'm sorry. Yesterday, it was just a misunderstanding. I'm not dating Brama, right."

Miranda approached to the left side and took my hand slowly. However, emotions even increase greatly *******. I also shook his hand very hard.

"Get off my hands! And one more thing I remind you, don't you ever set both of your feet into this house again!" hardikku by pointing towards the face of the other person.

Then, Miranda turned her head towards the floor.

"Ral .. I beg you, don't be like me. Whatever I do for you," he whined while still holding my right hand.

"Please! I've got a nice and polite girlfriend, not like you're a bully everywhere."

"Who, the hell, is that woman in your heart, Fal. Is there a woman in Indonesia beyond my beauty?"

"Gue is not looking for a pretty face. But heart, I am looking for a beautiful hearted woman. You keep your face for a man of your level, excuse me!" After saying that, I moved from the face of the other person.

"Rephale ...."

"Refal ... Where are you going, dear ...."

That shout made me so fed up, let alone looking at her face that was growing longer and longer like a woman of the night. Wearing a short skirt is less short, already like a lustful invader of striped men.

Driving the white car, I immediately left the house. Down the city and open the right window, then both eyeballs look at the figure of a beautiful hijab woman selling martabak and some warm drinks.

I turned off the car engine, and both eyes were on the woman. Right in the downtown Sudirman park, I pinched my eyebrows and occasionally threw a gaze forward.

The mind also says. 'Eh, isn't that .. Anissa? Why, yes, the gini nights are still at the martabak sale?'

Curiosity ambushed. As a result, I opened the car door and exited towards the center of vision. Seen from behind the light green hijab was a very charming face, not to mention her gentle demeanor was able to thrill this heart.

From the side of the table, I approached him. Occasionally the veiled woman turned her head, but she continued to carry out her activities to clean the table.

"Assalam' mualaikum ...," I said, circulating a smile.

"Waalaikum' sallam ...," his response, then he went to the martabak roasting place.

"Please sit down, Bang," he said, then. "What would you like to order martabak?" he continued, throwing out questions.

From the seating position, I just daydreamed and stared at the pretty face behind the hijab. Apparently, in addition to being smart at school, Anissa also worked selling martabak at night.

"City ... Bang, what do you want to order?"

The daydream instantly cleared up after Anissa waved her hand.

"You're Anissa, aren't you?" l asked.

"Hmmm. You know, how, put it on again?" his response, then he turned his head towards the floor.

From the left side, the other employees were watching both of us.

"Gue wants love, dong," I said very gently.

"Cie .. martabak love, Nis." At the very end of the seat, his colleague's friend even mocked.

"Where there's a martabak of love, Bang," said Anissa very embarrassed.

I also hit my forehead with my right hand. Holy hooch! Stupid me, where there's a sense of love. Kok, so this kind of misbehavior since near Anissa, I chanted in my heart.

"What is the taste?" i'm short-saying.

"The taste of peanuts, the taste of strawberries, the taste of corn and black pulp, Bang," he explained, then with his right hand Anissa offered a menu of martabak available.

With my right hand, I grabbed the sodoran from Anissa. As a result, I was confused to choose what martabak taste.

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