Same Marriage as Duda

Mom Starts Cuek

I was angry because my mother did not wake me. Because I stayed up late, I woke up late today.

"How to work. Can get omelin with Ucok Baba nih," I grumbled annoyed.

Usually, mom always wakes me up in the morning for dawn prayers. Since the same marriage. Harry, mommy bitch. Even impressed no longer care about me, his son.

"Lho hasn't left for work yet?" greet the mother who just came out of her room.

"Udah fired!" ketus.

"What's this kid?! Well asked, nyolot." Mother instantly drew closer to me, who happened to be enjoying the fried Indomie again.

"Eh breakfast tumben." mother chirped while nyicip my fried noodles.

I kept quiet, as I continued to chew the fried noodle food on my plate.

After finishing my meal, I hurriedly took a shower. Because I still intend to go to work even though it is too late.

***

Singing while taking a shower, plus using a stretch. It feels so happy.

"Reg. Bathing splinters. Oh Harry's going to the bathroom." cried mom.

I'm funny because I think Om Harry must be patient waiting for his turn.

"Reggggg.....? Spoonfuls. It's Om Harry going to the bathroom." repeat mom, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Dug dug....dug....!"

"This brat takes a shower what a bath. It's been an hour in the bathroom. Scribbles!"

"Reg.....!" call mom again.

"Yes yes, suck. People are still taking a shower." I replied. But mom kept pushing me out of the bathroom.

*Dug dug ....dug....

"Yes, yes, it's done." I replied annoyed.

"Section. What a shower. Long time. It's been an hour, it's not finished before." said the mother who made me more upset.

Because of this Om Harry. My privacy is now compromised. Try there is no him. I shower all day in the bathroom, no one's nagging. Uh now that there's been Om Harry it's all been sickening.

After coming out of the bathroom, I ran to my room. I slammed the door because I was upset.

Not accepting my attitude, mother immediately asked me to open the door.

"Woi what do you mean you slam the door. Quick out. Brash kid. Don't know manners." mom cerocos, while continuing to knock+tap my room door.

Really sucks. Now I feel like I've been treated rudely by my mother. It's all because of that damn Harry Om.

***

I don't know why, I want to cost. But, I'm scared. Far away from parents, how does it feel. Between doubt and fear. The problem since there was Om Harry was that I felt uncomfortable staying at home. Moreover, mother began to be emotional when faced with me.

"Sherly, accompany me to the boarding house" I said to Sherly for help. He, a friend of mine, worked with me at Noname's cafe. Now, Sherly's been working somewhere else.

"Crazy. Which you really want to cost. Not that you have a home. Stay with the old man. Or...mau kos, so that it can be free?" sherly protest.

"That's what the hell... I'll tell you later, why I want to leave. Yes...please..antarin me yuk this afternoon, accompany me to find the boarding," I asked half forcefully.

"Yes yes. Wait for me to get back to work." she answered reassuring me.

"Yesss! So dong bestieeee!" chirps me through a mobile phone. We also ended the conversation.

***

Half an hour later we met at a location we agreed upon. In front of a minimarket.

Sherly picked me up on the bike. He has a bike, I can't buy one yet. But, even like that, I have a target, can buy a car. Bought with husband. That's why I have to get a dirty husband. So, I don't have to save hard, so I can buy a car.

Ahahahaha! May. But, it feels impossible, if you want to mourn. Especially now that I'm unemployed. Just fired by Uchok Baba.

Uh. I don't know. Anyway, my target is to get a dirty husband. The widower....no problem!

"Woi.more-afternoon daydream," Sherly came, breaking my daydream. He patted my shoulder.

"That's really you, bestieee! Ahahahahaha!"

"You fit like a shaman. Because it knows exactly the contents of someone else's head."

"Yes I also predict your soul mate tajir duda. Ahhahahah!" sherly said again speaking as she pleased while laughing loudly.

"Bahahahh!"

"Haeesss! Like some market thug laughing at you!" I said and we were going to the village. Finding a boarding place.

"Just a second...stop here!" I said spontaneously, stopping Sherly's bike, while I pat her on the shoulder.

"Woi. It's kos'an guy. Read that. Accept the boarding of men. You boys?" said Sherly while pointing to the board measuring one meter by 40 cm.

We both turned left-right. Want to ask people who are around the cost, but there is no one human.

Looks like they're on the afternoon road. The atmosphere is so quiet.

We both turned right. Turn around to other housing. Who knows there are other costs that accept female residents.

"Later if I'm lonely. Stay with me at the kosan" I said.

"Ih why would it cost if it were like that. Mending you stay at home" he said.

"Yes. Want me like that, stay home. But I'm not comfortable living in my house right now." obviously Sherly and I were confused to hear my explanation.

"Not comfortable?" ask Sherly in astonishment.

"Yes. Long story. We're looking for young coconut ice, while the stories." I switched the conversation.

"This is the one I'm waiting for" he said with excitement.

"From now on I'm so thirsty" I seriously complained.

Until finally we found a young coconut ice shop on the roadside, which is located not far from the boarding-house of the men we had stopped by.

***

On young coconut ice.

"Two-bouck coconut order with ice cubes, plus strawberry syrup" I said to the young coconut ice seller's mother, politely.

Without me starting first, Sherly was curious to ask me why I had to sniff.

"My mother married again. Know you are. Satisfied with my answer." I said to the point to Sherly.

"Oh my God" said Sherly.

"So how did your mother respond, with a plan you want to spend?" still said Sherly, who kept introgasi me, just like the police and criminals.

"I'm not comfortable at home. Later, I also want to leave secretly. Because my mother will be furious and will not give permission, when I say it will cost." obviously I'm still blunt with Sherly.

"Yes, it all depends on you. Want how else, if you are not comfortable, yes maybe the best solution you have to lift your feet from home."

Not long. Our young coconut ice order, already in the table, and for a moment, we enjoyed it happily.

***

Back to the house. Again I must see the affection between mother and her husband. Emotion, it's impossible. Forced, just buried in the heart.

Seeing the two of them at the dinner table, eating together, I was jealous.

In the past, who often accompanied eating, I. Now, there's a stranger I don't like for his presence. Honestly I'm sick and wish he (Om Harry), to leave in front of me.

Mom, it's really focused on paying attention to her new husband. As for my attention, there is no more.

I'm in the room. Directly slam the door. Tossing in bed, crying as you pleased.

"Hey monkey boy. What you slamming the door. There are no rules. There are parents, say hello or something. This is even slamming the door. The kid doesn't know manners!

Mom banged on my door so many times. I, deliberately do not want to open the door, even though my mother screamed at me. Because, I want to reflect on myself, why the fate of my life languishes as it is now. Lack of attention of parents.

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