Pink Love

Budi Undur Herself

One week Budi stayed at his father-in-law's house in a cold manner with his wife Yuli showing no signs of change. The advice that Bude conveyed to Yuli was also not effective, Yuli remained firm as a rock that is not easy to break. Budi is not comfortable with such circumstances, not to mention whispers and one-eye views of the surrounding residents.

"Women don't want to be waited for, is there no other woman in the world besides Yuli? Yulinya only the woody, too picky. Later if left by the Budi, then you know how he feels! it was his parents who were wrong. The kids don't like it, how they force their kids." Neighborly skewed views of Yuli and Budi's marriage are not seia sekata make Budi uncomfortable living in his in-laws' house. With a heavy heart, Budi decided to return to his home. I could only cry, tears dripping down my cheeks when I heard Budi saying goodbye. Meanwhile, you can only take a deep breath, unable to speak, of the sudden decision of Budi. With teary eyes, Budi and father were so heavy to let go of their separation.

The morning of the sun smiling comfortingly, Yuli who just arrived at the house felt strange and amazed by the absence of King mas Budi motorcycle that used to lean in the yard of his house. There were no words and greetings between the parents and his son Yuli, all silent to each other like a newly met enemy. All day Yuli lived at home with a clumsy, rigid attitude and seemed to be completely wrong with the situation.

"Where is Mom?" asked Yuli doubtfully.

"Why are you asking me about Mas Budi?" answer mother ketus.

"He's gone, back to his house" he continued. Yuli was stunned to hear the answer from mother.

"Perhaps because of my keto attitude so far that it makes Budi mas no longer feel at home living here?" Inner Yuli with no sign of regret.

"Mending like this rather than there must be a Budi mas in this house." continued Inner Yuli. Tonight Yuli is no longer staying at the bude house, after the departure of the Budi mas, Yuli can also calm overnight at home without any disturbing worries.

"Already sir do not smoke continue, mbok ya breakfast first. The natya people are cold, yes still not eaten either." said the mother reminded.

"Later Mom all lunch, this morning I have less taste for breakfast." said the father.

"Yes, sir, if you have coffee in the morning, you will not taste for breakfast" replied the mother.

I hurried up and stepped up to go to work to the factory, while my mother immediately threw rice onto her Wind motorcycle.

"Father left first, ma'am." said the father.

"Yes, be careful in the way sir" said the mother let go of the father.