So TKW
Section 52
head throbbing pain. The wedding of Abdul Ro'uf and Laila will be held this afternoon. Makes me think of something no-no. Angry, upset, sad, disappointed all blend into one. Effect on the head.
I don't know a lot of thoughts in the brain. The form of events I have experienced to date, coupled with the crowds of people downstairs to above who are busy with their respective work. Moreover, it is taken care of if it is not a matter of preparation for the marriage of Abdul Ro'uf and the pregnant woman Laila.
"Hm, it looks like your headache is coming back, Nur" Patima approached while carrying a basket of sow flowers in her hand. With a smile he smiled, a smile that was cynical and sly. I don't know. Why has that woman always looked cynically at me since the first time I saw her in this house.
I didn't answer, back to the head that felt heavier.
"You see, these are the rose petals that I will sprinkle right in the room of Abdul Ro'uf and Miss Lila" he added.
"Yes, why then?" I looked towards him. It feels like a long conversation with this person.
"Hm.. you can imagine the hot story later that night, when two people combined love to continue the story that had been delayed.." he laughed while spinning his body as if he would experience it.
"Enough! leave me and take care of your work" I snapped with my eyes staring. I let my guard down to hear his words that seemed to heat up so that I would get more hurt.
"Come on, Nur. realize you don't deserve Mr. Abdul Ro'uf. You're just a waitress just like me" she said as she passed away not forgetting to sing la la la la la Similar to carlota in the telenovela series.
Half an hour later he came back again, while I was babysitting Oomar on a thickly-furred carpet.
"Eh, man,. Nur. I'll borrow your phone for a second, okay?" he asked as if he had forgotten what he said.
"Make what?" I wonder, still focused on the baby in front.
"I just want an SMS to my brother in Indonesia, that I will send the money tomorrow. Today Khan is busy" he smiled happily as I thrust the flat object right into his face.
"He's a baffle." he passed by while sitting by the window. I saw him smile like a happy man. I don't know what's on his mind.
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Jolted surprised. When I saw dozens of calls from Asep.'s number was as important as that until he called again and again.
I press the answer button, when the call comes back in.
"Cum, A. What was? why call something important?" manya curious. But what I heard was not a good answer, a curse and insults that are not appropriate to be uttered by a husband to his wife just slide. Shocked as the dirty words came from his lips.
"Why, A. What does it mean to say that?" I was accompanied by a sudden cry. Heartbroken by how A Asep said something bad about me.
"Well, Nur, you no longer want to send money, apparently there are Arab men who accompany your sleep every night. You're satisfied now huh?" the snarl on the other end of the phone makes me squeak.
"Who said, A. Don't just accuse.." I'll take it in a raucous voice.
"I'm not accusing, it's not reality. I have proof" he sent some pictures through BBM messages that at that time there was no WhatsApp.
"Where did that picture Aa get?" much
"You don't need to know. What's clear is that I'm dropping one on you right now, Nur" I haven't been able to answer. The phone's been switched off from the other end. I cried terjugu. Severe a sudden pain. There were thousands of knives pulling right into the heart.
