Take Off Yourself

Shopping

"Mom kades, shopping yeah. How about getting married to a kades sir? Certainly, much different from the ex-husband bu kades right". Sindir one, the mother who shopped as well.

Just morning, Yasmin has been presented with gossip from mothers. Forced him, shopping at the stall because the market is not open today.

"Ck, how amazing with a pack of kades. I want to marry a widow, but there are many other girls". Sahut bu Sukma, staring hatefully at Yasmin. Sok beautiful, lest he use the susuk to tease Hanafi.

"Well, what's the problem, Mrs Sukma? His wife is kades sir, Jamal sir's son. Not to lose with other girls, her name is also a soul mate". Another timpal, smile.

"Mom kades, don't listen to the talk of the soup mama". Said Ms. Mini, the owner of the shop.

This afternoon, Yasmin is shopping for wet vegetables and fish. At the mini bu stall, it happens to be a lot that mothers shop as well. "It's okay mom, whatever sukma mom wants to say? because Yasmin, she's not living with him". Yasmin replied, smiling slightly.

Yasmin actually communicates with local mothers. Surely, he's a gossip.

"Thank you, mom. How much in total,". Yasmin, she chose what she bought. "Sorry mothers, don't call mom kades. Just call Yasmin, so it's not good to hear it". Pinta Yasmin, smile.

"Mom kades, dad. In fact, we're the ones who don't like to call names". Ms. Tiwi, smile.

"Yes, I'll call you Yasmin". Speak out of joy, with a cynical look."Idihhh.... Call mom kades, who deserves my son. You know, Yasmin? My son, crying for freshness started yesterday. Because of him, I really like Hanafi. Because there's you, so it's a mess of everything".

"Astagfirullah, watch the talk of the soup mother. His name is also a soul mate, would you say what else? Wherever you want, pak kades same son bu sukma. Who likes to wander the night and nongrong is not clear. Much different from ma'am kades, highly educated and a teacher". The other mother, defending Yasmin

"Mothers, Yasmin doesn't know about the mother's child. Mas Hanafi, say nothing". Yasmin said, with ease.

"Say, sukma ma'am is not sincere with the marriage of kades sir". Ask Bu Tiwi, directly.

"Ck, my son is no less beautiful than Yasmin. Why refuse? Married to a widow". Grutu bu sukma, waltzing away leaving the mothers in the stall

Yasmin, shook her head. Hearing the words of Sukma, who did not like him.

"Mom-mom, I'll say goodbye first. Go cook, excuse me". Yasmin,pamit home.

"Be careful, ma'am kades".

"Please, ma'am kades. Good cooking, kades skirt".

"Duhh.... New bride,cook".

"Soswiii....If mr. kades, help too".

Said the mothers in the stall, Yasmin smiled and lowered her head. He, continued to step his foot and began to move away from the mini bu stall.

"Yasmin, do not take heart the word of the mother of the tribe. She, it's like that when she talks". said another mother, who is a member of Yasmin.

Just a few steps, Yasmin had arrived at her husband's house. Put the shopping in the kitchen and ready to cook.

"Yasmin, bikin' coffee machine". Pinta Hanafi, just came out of the room. Looks like, just finished a shower. Clearly, his hair was still wet.

"Later, I was busy cleaning the fish. Quickly, bikin yourself". Yasmin replied, without looking at her husband.

"Ck, can't do it now. Do not get, nongrong husband at the coffee shop that has a girl". Hanafi said, trying to provoke Yasmin's reaction.

"Good, I don't bother making coffee beans". Yasmin replied, smiling smrik.

"Yes, I remember. Because I am your wife, always devoted to her husband. Don't you see, I'm busy. I want, I make my hand coffee fishy smell of fish. Never mind, don't make a fuss this morning. I'm tired,mas. Please, understand me". Pinta Yasmin, take a deep breath.

"You can wash your hands first. Then make me coffee. After that, continue with your work". Denied Hanafi, with a loud voice.

Yasmin, did not answer her husband's words. He was still cleaning the fish.

Brainskkk.....

Hanafi, immediately kicked down the dining table and left Yasmin. She was, so upset that Yasmin ignored her.

"Good, he's out of here. I'm not tired of running his shit". Yasmin muttered, continuing her cooking show.

Widya, want out of the room. Hearing the husband-wife quarrel, he undoes his intentions.

No more noise, Widya came out and headed towards the kitchen. "Mom, fight again". Widya said, approaching Yasmin.

"Hmmm.... It's okay, Widya. He was, indeed stubborn".Yasmin replied, smiling.

"I helped cook well, Ma'am". Pinta Widya, who is a member of Yasmin.

An hour of fighting in the kitchen, finally finished his cooking. Yasmin, arrange the food at the dining table. "Widya, you eat first. It seems, your brother doesn't exist. Ma'am, take a shower".

"Alright, Ma'am. Sorry, there's a duty". Widya, sitting on the chair. Forced, he ate alone.

Not long after, Hanafi came and met his cousin's sister. His eyes, looking around and not finding Yasmin."Where's your mom, Widya". Hanafi asked, who just came. I don't know where he came from.

"eeeeee...Bang Hanafi, Yasmin took a bath, he said, where did it come from? Ma'am earlier, looking for". Widya asked, feeding food into her mouth.

"On the porch of the house, where there mbakmu looking for brother. Eat first, wait for your mbak". Hanafi, sit back and wait for Yasmin.

"Ciyeeehh.. Nungguin. Bang, don't be too rude to Yasmin. Drink the coffee, it's still hot. Ms. Yasmin, that's the bikin". Widya, take the coffee made by Yasmin earlier. "Widya, saying goodbye to bang".

Hanafi, nodding and smiling.She, sighed and sipped some hot coffee. While waiting for Yasmin, finish the bath."Long time bathing, women are troublesome". Hanafi murmured, glancing towards Yasmin who finished taking a bath.

"Eat first, wait for all Yasmin". Yasmin said, hearing her husband's mutterings.

A few minutes later, Yasmin caught up with her husband at the dinner table. "You want me to get some food, or you can get yourself a mas". Yasmin asked, not wrong again.

"Get dong, the time of having a wife there is no use for it". Hanafi said, smiling smrik. "You know that, that and that". Point Hanafi, towards some of the food menu at the table.

Yasmin, painstakingly took vegetables and fish for her husband. Even though, his heart was upset with the husband.

"Other times, don't cook shrimp. I, don't like shrimp". Hanafi, glanced at his wife.

"Good, don't like it. After all, I'm not cooking for you. In this house, there are others. No, it's mas doang". Yasmin replied, smiling smrik. "Huussss.... No effort voiced mas, it is not good to fight in front of sustenance. Drover,mas". Connect Yasmin, at a time when Hanafi wants to make a sound.

"Who wants to fight, huh? You always answer my words. Your nature is not good, Yasmin. Always, answer the husband's words". Hanafi, growled at his wife..

"Mas, just have a fight later. I want to eat and enjoy it". Pinta Yasmin, shook her head. To be honest, she was furious with her husband. Eager to put her husband in a sack, then dumped into the sea.