Take Off Yourself

Apologizing

"Sir, once his face was tangled up so he came home from the cowshed. Don't tell Siti, I don't want to eat". Ask Aminah ma'am, put down a glass of hot coffee. Siti, the name of Jamal's beloved cow. Sometimes, Siti often sulked because she was late at the meal.

"Where not upset, ma'am. Faris, work in palm oil, people say. I thought, he left the village here". Mr. Jamal replied, immediately to Yasmin's surprise.

"Well, no papa sir. Hopefully, Mr. Faris will change completely. Let him, he works on the palm. Don't bother Yasmin anymore". Said Aminah, smiling.

"That's the problem, ma'am. Maybe he doesn't want to leave here. Still expecting Yasmin,". Mr. Jamal, hates Faris. "Listen well, Yasmin. Don't let me, you're devastated by Faris' words. You don't want to have a daughter-in-law like Faris. You understand".

"understand,pak. Yasmin, accepted teaching at Junior High School. Tomorrow's permission, to start working sir". Yasmin said, with a sad face.

"Hmmm...Don't let him, you are teaching. But, in tandem with Faris. Remember, don't be ashamed of Yasmin. Enough is enough, we talk about the people around. Father and mother, shame Yasmin. Although, there are pity and no. Father, your City". Mr. Jamal, advising his son.

"Yes, Yasmin understands. Never, ever, disappoint my mom and dad. Yasmin, promise and obey your orders. Sorry Yasmin,pak. Sorry". Yasmin, weeping and groaning in front of her father.

"Here you go, father this hard for your own good. Forgive me, who is always rude and strict. Father, don't want to see a hurt daughter. Seeing you fail to make a home, my son is sick. Sick, because you're a father". Jamal sir, wipe away his son's tears.

Ms. Amina, she can't hold back her tears. "Yasmin, what your father said is true. When is your father, do not obey your will. Whatever, he'll do it, son".

"I'm sorry Yasmin, it's hurt your heart. Yasmin, wrong". His sobs, Yasmin and hugged her father's body tightly.

"Have, don't be sad like this. Come on, we're eating together. Dad, the hunger is over crying". Kekehnya Mr. Jamal, making Aminah and Yasmin giggling laughing.

Yasmin, preparing food at the table and assisted by her mother.

"This is sir, my father's favorite jengkol". Yasmin, thrusting a bowl of jengkol stew.

"Wahh...Hmmmm, it's been a long time not eating jengkol stew. Who makes, beloved father's son or dear father's wife". Tempted Jamal sir, making them laugh crisply.

Yasmin, feeling the warmth in her family. It was a few months and a few days, he and his father felt cold. As if there was a wall blocking it.

Yasmin, understanding her father's disappointment. It may take some time to get back to how it was.

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"Casualvikum, Irna". Yasmin, meet at Irna's house. He, intending to apologize. If possible, repair their friendship.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Yasmin. What's up, once tumben". Irna, answering to Yasmin's greeting and the confusion of her arrival.

"Irna, I'm sorry to you". Shame on Yasmin, shame.

Irna, smile and touch Yasmin's hand. "It's okay, I've forgiven you. Sorry, yesterday said rudely and offended you".

"Irna, you're not wrong. You, really irna. I was wrong. I'm sorry, I've been ignoring you and antagonizing you". Yasmin, hugged her best friend's body.

"Don't be tight, I'm pregnant". Irna's chuckle, straight off Yasmin hugged her.

"Astagfirullah, I'm sorry Irna. Sorry about aunty, yeah". Yasmin said, smiling sumringah.

Irna, take Yasmin to the kitchen. He, is making a snack from a cassava.

"So, do you want to marry Hanafi?". Irna asked, after hearing Yasmin's story.

Yasmin, tells of her life then and now. Irna, the mangosteen heard it and occasionally gave enlightenment.

"Hmmmmm.... How else, should I obey your orders? By the way, how is the nature of Hanafi mas? Because of me, just yesterday I met him. It's been a long time, not meeting and it's true. Mas Hanafi, it's changing drastically like never before". Yasmin said, picking up a piece of yam.

"Everyone knows, how about Hanafi? He, often hangs out with people and his nature is friendly. Always, always joke with others. In fact, my husband was friends with her. Same as foreman, in the palm oil plantation". Answer Irna, to be honest..

"Yes, with someone else. He, always friendly Irna. But, not with me" Yasmin, let out a deep breath.

Irna, frown. "What do you mean, Yasmin? In fact, Hanafi had no intention of marrying her. When you, refuse the proposal. Now, the news is widespread. If Mas Hanafi, will marry you. Many others, not like it. He said, Hanafi loves you too much. Just go with you, widow. In fact, many other girls. Sorry, I didn't offend you". Irna, afraid Yasmin would be offended.

"eeeeee...Me, no offense. Even me, just a wonder. Why, he wants to marry me. Fearing, he took revenge on me Irna. Because I used to reject it. Believe me not believe it, he talked to me. Very rude and reticent to mock". Yasmin, confusion because the nature of Hanafi is different from people think.

"Hmmm... That problem, it could be that Hanafi is still very disappointed with you Yasmin. Don't think weird, hopefully this is the last time you get married. I'm glad to hear that, if you're married to the right person". Irna, smile sweetly.

Yasmin, look around Irna's kitchen. "Irna, tell me everything. How, does it feel to be in a match? Then, how is your daily life. At that time, without love".

"eeee...That,anu...". Irna, embarrassed to tell me everything.

"Come on, I'm really curious. I, I have to learn from you". Yasmin's great-grandson, like a child.

Yasmin, constantly persuading and seducing Irna. Finally, Irna started telling me everything. Yasmin, enjoy Irna's story. There was funny and there was sadness, making her giggle laugh.

"Gosh, my husband wants Yasmin home. I, cook while telling a story".Irna said, in a nod to Yasmin.

"Me, help ya. Scared, bumil ketapean again". Kekehnya Yasmin, swiftly helped Irna cook for her husband.

"Later, we ate together. It's been a long time, we haven't eaten". Irna said, stirring the ozeng beans and young corn.

"Hmmm...Deh,". Yasmin answered, cleaning the fish. Then, in the marination before the fry

After cooking everything, then they arrange the food on the dining table. There was a faint sound outside the house, it seemed like Irna's husband was coming home from work.

"Dek, Mas Hanafi is eating with us.". said Irna's husband, hanging his words. upon seeing, there was Yasmin in the kitchen. As soon as Hanafi, dumbfounded to see it.

"Irna, I'll say goodbye first. There's something I need, a photocopy. Sorry, forgot". Yasmin, hurry up and get her phone.

"eeee... Yasmin, we ate together first". Prevent Irna, instantly.

"When, excuse me". Yasmin, gawking past Irna's husband and Hanafi. Yasmin's steps, came to a halt and turned her body. "Thank you, for what he said to you. I, thumbs up because acting mas good". Yasmin, turned her body and took a deep breath. "Good, for having made a fatal mistake. Where a father does not believe his son's words. There, a girl was seriously injured". Firmly Yasmin, pass away. Her tears were flowing, not caring about the gazes of those around her.