Take Off Yourself

Meet Yasmin

"Yasmiiinn..this is mas, Yasmiiiinn..exit yasmiiinn....". Shouted Faris, outside and banging on the door.

Yasmin, wanted to step in to open the door. Because it's night, but it's prevented Jamal sir.

"Shut up in the room, don't come out . Let father, take care of it. You, want to turn it over with that depraved man ha". Shoot sharp, Jamal sir.

Yasmin, shook her head. "No,pak. Yasmin, ask Faris to leave". Huuff... For what else, Mas Faris came. Same thing, looking for new problems.

"Ck, don't come out. If you, going out would be like giving him hope". Snapping Mr. Jamal, Yasmin now resigned her steps and went into the room.

"Sir, go and get Faris out of here. Not good, look at the other neighbors". Aminah said, embracing Yasmin's shoulder.

"Mom, Yasmin will never come back. In the past, if not you guys to give a chance to Mas Faris. Likely, Yasmin won't, sir, ma'am. In honor of you, Yasmin gave me another chance". Yasmin said, bowed while squeezing the end of her shirt

Mr. Jamal, smile and open the door to his house. However, it closed again.

Faris, half terrified to face Jamal sir. The neighbors were busy watching. Thank goodness I opened the door. Means, there is hope to return to Yasmin.Batin Faris, sighing in relief.

"Sir, Faris beg your forgiveness. Allow, Faris back to Yasmin. Faris, please sir". Faris, rest at Jamal's feet. Come, Faris. You, should be able to take your father-in-law's heart again.

"Go, Faris. Don't ever, ever expect yourself to be my daughter-in-law. Until any time, I will not let you go back. Even so, Yasmin insisted on repairing your household". Be firm, Jamal. Want to put where my face is, if Yasmin comes back with this brash guy.

"Sir, Faris is sorry. Faris, I'm afraid and won't do it again". Pinta Faris, ask pity Jamal sir. "Faris, don't know why? That man, recklessly did something indecent. Luckily, Faris was quick on time to prevent his actions sir.it was all speed, sir. Faris, don't want that to happen".

"Once no, still not Faris". Snapping hard, Pak Jamal. "For you, me and my family are ashamed. Your depraved attitude, to Yasmin. Where's your common sense, huh? Because of us, not the poor exactly what your mother said. That's why you begged to come back. Just tell me, you want to feel good". Mr. Jamal's dark eyes, grinning.

"Sir, please forgive. Give Faris another chance. Faris, a promise to look after Yasmin and make her happy". Faris said, staring at Jamal's face. How else, am I persuading this old man? I, out of reason already. Aarghh... Why, as careless as this? Yasmin,mas is really sorry. Please, help me persuade your father.

"Cui....When are you, happy for my son?From the past, you always hurt him.Why, not from the past ha? If it were now, I would definitely not allow my son to return to you. What else, your greedy family". Firmly Mr. Jamal, his chest up and down controlling emotions.

"Enough, sir! Don't insult my family, who are greedy. Then, what's the difference with Jamal sir. Covering everything, pretending to be poor and unable to pay for Yasmin's house. In fact, the house is gone". Faris, it's been furious with Jamal sir.

"As far as I am, hide everything. Because my treasure, not Yasmin's treasure, you understand, the people of the city are like that. Always looking down on the villagers. In fact, your family's rich ass***so what? Do you have a place to stay, you think Faris. Your family, which you have always defended and hurt my son. But you ran here. Why, don't you run to your family's ha? You want to pawn my son's home certificate. Where's your brain, shameless". Said Mr. Jamal, venting his emotions.

Faris, silent and unable to answer him. He, rubbed his face violently. "sir, let me come back again. Don't be selfish sir, don't get in the way of Yasmin's happiness. We're even, we both have mistakes.Jamal's father should not lie to Faris' family. Of course, our household was fine without any problems. Including, Yasmin was never harassed by the man.".

"Yasmiii...Mas,kangen". Faris, get close to yasmin. Sontak made Jamal sir, clenched his hands together. Apparently, his youngest son did not obey his orders.

Plakkkp.....

Plaaaakkk....

Yasmin, slap hard on Faris' face. "Don't occasionally, touch my father. Because my father, different from your family"., said Yasmin, immediately went and entered the house. "One more, mas. Until any time, I wouldn't have come back to you. Better, I'm married to another man".

Faris, she's still in place. Without a word, her cheeks hurt. What else, hearing Yasmin's words. She, it's better to marry another man. Compare back, with him.

"You see for yourself, Yasmin won't give you a chance to return Faris. Still lucky, you were released by Yasmin. Change for the better, consider it a lesson in your life". Mr. Jamal said, leaving Faris. In the doorway, the scale stopped. "Know, Faris. Yasmin, I've been betrothed to someone. Which is much better, than you and responsible". After he finished speaking, Jamal closed the door.

Faris, confusion has to go where. He, he had no purpose to leave. The night was getting late, he was sitting in the mosque.

Wash his face, which looks disheveled and apprehensive. "You want a job? Me, there's a solution for you". Hanafi said, approaching Faris. I don't know what he's planning.

"job? really, but what job". Faris, looking fixedly at the man before her. Large tall stature, muscular burly.

"Working in oil palm plantations, chances are you will be in a position to harvest the fruit. This job, it's hard. 3 million, your salary in a month. Well...If you can, for you". Hanafi said, smiling slightly.

Faris, swallow his saliva. Just hearing it, it must be hard work. I refused, but there was no other choice. " Bo-can, so what should I do? Meaning, where". Faris said it was an opportunity to improve his relationship with Yasmin.

"Okay, follow me. We are a palm oil camp, which has been provided by the company". Hanafi, walk and Faris follow in his footsteps.

"Sorry, whose name are you? Meet me, my name is Faris, her ex-husband Yasmin. I'm sure you know, Yasmin". Faris's chuckle, mince words.

"Hmmm... Call me, Hanafi". Hanafi replied, smiling.

"The problem is, working in oil palm plantations as well. What, we're just like harvesting the fruit". Faris asked, glancing at Hanafi.

"No, I'm a foreman in a palm oil plantation". Hanafi replied, arriving at his home. "Wait here, I'm picking up the pick up car keys. The trip was a long way away and took half an hour".

Faris, nodding his head and he trusted Hanafi.Calingukan see the Hanafi house. So big and so big.