Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

88. Take Risma to the Mall

Due to the arrival of Kyai Amrul to the house a few days ago, in the village became a scene. If I go somewhere else, many mothers deliberately ask, but I am sure if they already know with the intention of Kyai's arrival home. After all, without me to talk, there have also been heard rumors of me who will be pinang ustadz famous.

Oh gosh. The news that is brought by the wind is too fast to be fun news for gossipers.

I was at a vegetable shop. The food in the refrigerator is starting to run out. Some women are lining up to choose and sort the vegetables in front of him. Just like I am choosing red onions.

"When will Kyai come again? I heard you haven't said yes?" ask me a mother.

"Looh loss, Yu. If you refuse. Ustadz Zain is cute, nice, friendly, famous again. If you want to know, the house is besaaaarr! Banyaaaakk's car! Nyai Bu is also good, very patient people," he said again by exaggerating.

I smiled when I heard the others say something to my mother.

"Yes, Yu. Loss if not received. When else would the famous and influential Kyai Amrul family love him." Others agreed.

"Sorry, Mom. But Ayu also has not finished the iddah period. Time to receive someone's proposal. Not good, Mom!" I ignored them and handed them a scrap of red onion to weigh.

"If it's iddah time, would you accept Kyai Amrul's proposal? If you are married to Kyai's son, our village name is also raised, Yu. You will be respected as the others. Later will be wife of ustadz and son-in-law of Kyai." others tambhakan. It'll be a long time if I stay here.

"Where will it be, ma'am. After all, when she did, the newly divorced man and her husband were willing to marry again. Later if people who do not know, it is thought that I divorced because I want to marry the famous Kyai child again," I said. I quickly choose vegetables to get out of here faster. Whatever I can achieve, I just take it and hand it to the shop owner.

Finished count as soon as I pay for my groceries.

"Have you finished, Yu? We rarely talk together." Sister Tina, the young mother of two held my hand.

"Eh, it's done. This is cooking for lunch. There is also a lot of work at home. Please if you guys want to talk again." I say goodbye to everyone who was there.

"Broast, even if life is good for whom!" I heard someone say something when I came out of the stall.

Ah, nevermind. What's with these guys? I live my life, why are they boisterous?

A car parked in the yard. I didn't know whose car it was because it was the first time I saw it. I'll be coming in through the back door soon. I saw in the living room some people were talking together with Mom. I only know one man who sat there, namely the brother of the Father, Mamang who the other day helped sell land in the village of the Father.

"Mang!" I came out of my hiding place and approached Mamang, extending a hand of salim to him as well as to some of the people who were there. The two young men welcomed greetings from afar.

"Dark! It's been a long time since I've seen you!" He stood up and hugged me briefly. It's awkward because it's been so long since we've seen each other, the last two years after I got married.

Drinks are not yet available on the table, it's a sign that guests have not long ago just arrived. I went to the vegetable shop not until half an hour ago.

"Let's make a drink first" I said and was taken by three men who were there.

Drinks and snacks are now available on the table. I went back to the kitchen to prepare food, but Mamang refused because he was leaving again. Came here just to see how I and Mom are doing.

Not until half an hour, Mamang and his two friends said goodbye. Three people are now walking towards the car. In addition to farming, Mamang also worked part-time looking for people who want to work projects in the city, Mamang friends are project foremen, enough to increase Mamang's income, calculated from one worker Mamang get.

"What's this Mamang here, Mom? Tumben once," I said to Mother.

"Oh, that. There's nothing. Just look at us and talk about taking care of the name change letter. That's all." replied Mom.

"Ooh, Ayu wants to cook first." My pamphlets to Mom.

I went to the kitchen and brought the drink I had.

I'm busy cooking. I heard a voice outside calling me. Immediately I turned off the stove and walked forward.

"What help?" ask her.

"This, em ...." He looked down, embarrassed.

"Yes?"

His face immediately turned red.

"This was yesterday .. anu ... Please dong. Inter Risma to the mall," he said a little stammering.

"What do you want?" I'm sure if this young girl ever goes to the mall and why ask me to drop her off?

"That's .. kan Risma. Emm ... Risma was invited to the same party as a prospective boyfriend, ask for help Ma'am Ayu choose clothes!" he said it quickly. His face grew red after saying that.

Hah, it's so funny, just buying clothes should ask me for help.

"Kan style Mbak Ayu nice, fashionable. Risma likes. Yes, Ma'am. Want, yeah!" her door pleaded with both hands cupped in front of her chest.

I scratched my suddenly itchy head. My sense of style is ordinary, just like most people, just be more careful with color so as not to collide.

"You, yeah. Please!" doors again. His eyes were round looking expectantly at me.

"Eh, okay, please. Be able. When?" my many.

"Later afternoon? Can not? Tomorrow I want to wear his shirt. It was because you just sent money last night," he explained.

I smiled as I nodded my head. Pity if not helped.

"Later in the afternoon with the bike Mbak Ayu, yes? I'll buy you a meal later!" fun.

Again I nodded my head. The eighteen-year-old girl was now running with a smile on her face.

In the afternoon, I closed my stall faster even though Mom said I'd take care of it, but I'm sorry if Mom's break was interrupted.

Risma and I are now on the way to the mall, deliberately I take it to a mall that is a bit far, in the middle of the city because there is more complete and varied clothing choices or whatever. In terms of price is also commensurate with quality, not too expensive in my opinion.

Risma is like a lazy person, wants this and that when he sees the clothes in the storefront. I just shook my head in disapproval as he pointed and wanted clothes with such a style rame. He was a little pouting, but according to the time I said no.

I took Risma to my old clothes when I was shopping a lot. It was sad not to shop for a long time.

Risma was getting increasingly excited to see the clothes that were here. I let him see first. He was very busy looking and putting the clothes on the hanger on his body. I was the same, looking and picking clothes for me and Mom. Duh, the intention to deliver it even so follow shopping. Haha.

Busy choosing clothes for me while Risma was trying clothes in the dressing room. I saw there were little shoes under the many clothes hangers. I'm curious about those little shoes down there. There are usually no children's shoes.

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