Stupid Woman
In Semarang I Now
Without hearing my opinion Mas Dodi told me to stay in Semarang with my father-in-law.
My father-in-law lives alone in a house that is quite large, because there are four rooms in it.Entah why my father-in-law prefers to live alone, he said,and once before Mas Dodi's nephew had accompanied my father-in-law and lived there but he actually told him to go home ,and say that David was too noisy to live with him, probably because David was still a high school boy who liked to listen to music out loud.
David is the son of Mba Darti who lives next door to the house that he lives in.Once Mba Darti looked at the father at home, to check his condition.
A week passed, my mother had also told me that the items in the rented house that I lived in had been moved all to my mother's house,
Again I sighed deeply, because it was true that Mas Dodi went straight home to Jakarta.He seemed not to think about how my mother, even though Mas Dodi knew how my mother was doing.
My mother is a widow who sells cooked side dishes small.Ibu lives with my sister who is also a widow with one child, but sometimes Mas Dodi Egan to help my mother if my mother is sick or whatever.
Mas Dodi gave the news after one week.
"Dek, I've transferred 200 thousand, for your needs!".
" Humm!!", I could only sigh.
Mas Dodi only gave me one week's money with a size of only 200 thousand, but he knew that I also had to buy milk for Fatih.
A month later Mas Dodi reported that he would return to Semarang.I am happy not to be upset, I imagine if Mas Dodi would pick me up to return to Jakarta.
Either only my feelings or hah' I can not reveal because it was the beginning of how my sad story began.
Mas Dodi came home just three days without touching me.He was impressed away from me, but yes because I was stupid, I never suspected his attitude.I just think maybe Mas Dodi tired because of a long trip.
"Sir,,!!"
"Yes,Mas"
"Mas want to sell the garden in the north to buy a motorcycle, let Mas can be samperin if there are distant consumers who want to service Ac".
He and again agreed or not, Mas Dodi carried out his plan
Kebunpun already sold for 15 million rupiah.Esoknya Mas Dodi bought a motorcycle with a price of 11 million rupiah, the rest he gave me 3 million rupiah for the installation of electricity,and the 1 million he used for the cost back to Jakarta.
That afternoon Mas Dodi returned to Jakarta, without giving me an inner living.
It has been three days Mas Dodi returned to Jakarta but he has not given me the news.May my husband be fine.
I also prepared my book report, today Posyandu schedule for Fatih.I rushed, until there were many who queued to weigh their babies.After completion I was still chatting with my neighbors who were my age,same as me, a newcomer.
My phone rang, I hurried to pick it up .I thought Mas Dodi, but it turns out my world friend, my friend and Mas Dodi who are only familiar when online on social media,mas Dodi and I consider her our sister.She works as a Labor Woman in Taiwan, after the fourth year she pitted her fate there.
"I'm good!"answer me
" Mba's time is still good",
What is the max of his words??,
"Mba, why is the sosmet never on?"
"She doesn't know why, I tried asking Mas Dodi, he just answered maybe it needs to be installed again".
" Patient mom!!",
What maxut his words again curious I made him.
"Mas Dodi cheated on mba!!",
" Where do you know?, whereas you're abroad now",
"Try to create a new account, later open the sosmednya Mas Dodi, later mba will know what is really".
My phone ended with Ira, not because I wasn't happy with her, but because of the news she told me.
" Ran's...Ran.wake up...Ran...!!", I heard many people calling me worried.
"Why are you, have you fainted for hours??" ask my father-in-law.
For so long have I been unconscious.
"Father told Dodi that you fainted, but Dodi said you were used to it".
Without me noticing, my tears dripped on their own, the husband I had been with all this time actually started playing with fire and ignored me.
I braced myself, to follow Mas Dodi to Jakarta.Entah got strength from where, after getting word not a drop of water I gulp, not as soon as I swallow rice.
I just remembered why lately I dreamed Mas Dodi joined hands, with whom because in my dream it looks vague.
I open the drawer in my closet, God is indeed Most Fair, this is my way to realize Mas Dodi, I take the money left by him for electricity installation costs.
Without a second thought I asked my father-in-law for permission to go to Jakarta after Mas Dodi.Without me telling me what my reasons are after Mas Dodi, I want to solve everything myself as much as I can.
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