Pomegranates
Regretting.
The porridge was ready, I took him to the mother's room, when he got there, I saw the mother who lay alone, while the other children were just busy each, each, and grandma doesn't know where to go.
"Excuse me ma'am, I brought you porridge" I cried.
Looked mother who wiped her eyes with her hands. He turned towards me while staring in surprise.
"Whether you're here, you want to fuck me, yeah!! because now I'm powerless, so you can vent your anger on me who can't do anything about this." Her speech.
"Mom don't talk like that, Asthma never really gets angry with all the mothers, and asthma never takes care of all that"
Hearing that, I was silent.
" I'm sorry yes As, I realize I've been wrong a lot as you all this time. You who I hate, sincerely take care of me. My son and daughter-in-law are busy with their families." Impairedness
"Gga papa ko bu, come on Asmara bribe!!" I cried while feeding my mother.
The porridge was devoured by the mother in a mouthful, after it runs out, the mother takes medicine and then sleeps. And when I came out, Zahwan went inside to see the condition of mom.
"Mom.. has gone? , I'm sorry I went to sister's store first." Zahwan.
"Wan, Nysel's mother was once Nyiain Asmaraloka. If you can, you get him again yes, I want him to be a mother-in-law again. And you should be able to take him from your niece" Pinta Mommy.
"Well ma'am, I'll take back my rights." Zahwan.
From that day on Zahwan picked me up at home on the grounds that his mother wanted to eat more of my porridge. Feeling unsuspecting, the great grandmother immediately allowed it, and it was always a coincidence when Zahwan came Hamka was not at home.
Arriving at Zahwan's house, I saw the third grandmother visiting the mother with her son who had slapped me first, Hilman.
"Asmara, is ko here?" Ask grandma three.
"I'm here at the same door mom!" Obviously me.
"Don't mom dong, she's Hamka's grandma too, call her 2nd grandma from now on!!" Granny to 3.
"Hey..he's like my daughter-in-law Dik, just let her call me mom, anyway I'm sure she'll be back with Zahwan" Shrug mom.
"Basin' cheap women!" Sekak Hilman slowly.
I ignored Hilman's words and went to the kitchen to make my mother porridge.
After a while later, the porridge was ready, I immediately took her to the mother's room, apparently the third grandmother and her child had gone home
When I was feeding Zahwan's mother, suddenly my mother stopped me and grabbed my hand and kept it in my chest.
"Asma, I asked you, do you love my son!!"
"I mean mother?"
"I wish you could go back to my son, I regret wasting you, you are a good boy, you take care of me. Asmara, I beg of you, return to my son!!" Her request.
"Sorry mom, Asmara is now Hamka's wife, granddaughter beside the mother, and that means, romance is also the granddaughter of the mother's daughter-in-law." Obviously me.
"Well, I won't force you."
Hearing that, I felt uncomfortable so I went home. With the distance between my grandmother's house and Zahwan's mother's house only blocked a few houses, it made me go home on foot. When it was half way, suddenly my hand was pulled by someone into the alley that turned out to be Zahwan.
"You love me!!" Zahwan.
"I.i..!!"
The man was also******* finished my lips and removed my hijab and tore my shirt off. He scratched my neck and forced his hand to tweet. I tried to rebel as hard as I could, then suddenly, Zahwan's back was hit by someone so unconscious.
