Take Off Yourself

Meat Rendang

"Goddessa, Yasmin". Say someone, in the doorway.

Hanafi, go straight out and head towards the door. His eyes stared intensely, a woman he knew.

"Sir kades, I'm sorry I want to give you a meat rendang to Yasmin. We, new friends". Rosella, blush shyly.

"Oh, Yasmin is sleeping. Thank you, Miss Rosella. Mau, I wake Yasmin". Hanafi asked, taking the meat shawl in Rosella's hand.

"aaah...Not kades sir, Kasian Yasmin. Scared, ketchup. Me, excuse me". Pamit Rosella, don't forget her flirtatious eyes.

Making Hanafi, shudder amusedly look at it. He, quickly left the door. Not to forget, go to the kitchen to copy the container. Too bad to be thrown away, he intends to give it to someone who is not capable.

"Remain you,mas? What is it, which you pour". Yasmin asked, actually she did not sleep. Except, from WC.

"The shawl of meat, from the newly moved Rosella. Instead of being dumped, I give it to Mbok Jumi. They need food, which is decent". Hanafi answered, washing his hands.

"Ck, to someone else. Good for mercy, the wife is hurt". Grutu Yasmin, with a sour face.

Hanafi, say nothing. He, immediately ready to deliver this meat rendang. Gawking past, his wife.

"Don't get too close to Rosella, I don't like it". Hanafi, stop his steps.

"It's none of your business, ma'am. Same with anyone, I'm close". Yasmin said, with ease.

"Whatever, I just reminded you". Hanafi said, sounding resolute.

Yasmin, heedless of her husband's words. For him, bodo is very.

Finished delivering the meat rendang, Hanafi joined the fathers in the coffee shop. They all talk warmly and talk about many things

There was a pair of eyes, which were watching Hanafi from a distance. Seemed eager, to approach hanafi. Even though, just keep going.

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"Yasmin, how are you? For a long time, we did not meet. Look, my life is so much better than it used to be". Beautiful words, smiling.

"Then, what does this have to do with me? you guys, who is it? Basic, not clear". Yasmin, roll her eyeballs. He was still busy choosing some vegetables.

"Geez, you don't know. To have a husband, a village chief. Much different from my husband, a cowboy". Beautiful words, mocking Yasmin.

"Oh, so proud to be a second wife and stamped as an actor. Idihhh....". Yasmin, shudder tickled.

"It's so presumptuous, you talk like that ha? Indeed well, your mouth was never dictated". Sahut bu Yahya, direct.

"already, mom. He, siri with us who live luxurious lives". Beautiful, again bragging.

Yasmin, shabby and said nothing more. Nauseate for him, obeying their words. The more in the opponent, the more it becomes.

"Yasmin, you shop for vegetables. Same with me, too". Rosella's snort, sweet smile. "Yasmin, may I not ask for help".

Yasmin, instantly fell silent and looked towards Rosella."Sorry, what kind of help?". Ask, curious.

"Ck, just tell me you want to flirt with kades sir. Just as rich she is, an itchy widow teases a pack of kades. So mr. kades, marry her". Appoint Lela, go straight.

Plakkkp....

Yasmin, directly slap Lela's cheek. Not accepting with his words, had tried as much as possible to refrain. "It's so bad, you're talking like a ha! Then, do you have any solid evidence? Where's the evidence, when I tease mr. Kades. In fact, he said he wanted to marry me. Then, be seen by the people around. Take care of your rotten mouth, not until I tear it apart". Threaten Yasmin, with her loud voice.

Lela, face Yasmin. So did Rosella, dumbfounded at her bravery.

People around, of course, believe Yasmin's words. "Huu....Lela, watch your mouth".

"You, you've been slandering, ma'am kades".

"What did she say, ma'am kades. It's true, aren't you the one who often teases the kades sir".

"Duhh....Don't be ashamed, Lela".

Many more, the scorn of mothers. Make Lela, cry and pass away. Yasmin, breathe a sigh of relief for fighting Lela.

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"Yasmin, what have you done? Look, someone else is talking about you being a bar. In fact, until slapped Lela's face". Hanafi, go straight home. When I hear other people's words, about Yasmin.

"Why, um, mas? Naturally, I'm being firm with Lela. He slandered me in front of the people around me. Every now and then, I give him a deterrent effect. His foul mouth, it's like to spread bad news". Yasmin replied, stopping the cooking.

"Gosh, you know what? If you are, the wife of a village chief here. Can't be, to be quiet and not have to fight his words". Hanafi said, shaking his head.

"Oh, so you're happy. At the sight of your wife, she was reduced to her dignity. Trampled, as others pleased. That's right, because you like it. Seeing me, suffering and hurting. Remember, I will not remain silent. Honestly, I'm really disappointed in you. In fact, you are not a husband who always protects his wife and defends her. Honestly, I'm ashamed to admit you're my husband". Yasmin said, wiping away her tears. Passing, enter the next room.

Hanafi, rubbing his face violently. Seeing Yasmin's departure, disappeared behind the door.

"Yasmin, get out of the room! If not me, then go to your father". Shouted Hanafi, banging on the door of the room.

Yasmin, don't mind the screams of her husband. He, curled up on the bed bemoaned his nasip. His tears were flowing, unceasingly.

Bruhaakkkkk....

The door of the room was wide open, Hanafi insisted on breaking down the door. "Wake up Yasmin, don't test my patience ha". Hanafi, pull up Yasmin's arm.

"Passess....Mas, ganushh....Don't bother me, man,". Yasmin shouted, then threw out her husband's hand.

"According to my words, or I'll drag you out of this room". Shouted Hanafi, his chest up and down controlling him. Again Yasmin, pushing her husband's body.

"Enough,mas!! You, don't test my patience. Go, take care of yourself. Don't mind me, sanaaaa...". Shouted Yasmin, again.

Without any more ba-bi-bu, Hanafi dragged Yasmin out. However, Yasmin tried to let go of herself. "Passess.... Lepass.... Sakiitttt mas,". Yasmin, grimacing in pain. At the time of Hanafi, tightened his grip.

Yasmin's tears, unable to melt Hanafi's feelings. "Yasmin, obey me! Don't argue against me, understand! Keep your attitude Yasmin, don't be ashamed".

"When am I ashamed? Precisely Lela, accusing me of all sorts. That, just makes you embarrassed and even more embarrassed. Ck, you do love to see me in such a piercing right". Decak Yasmin, distance herself from Hanafi. "If you, feel ashamed of my attitude. Yes, we split up. What a hard thing, let me not embarrass you anymore". Yasmin continued, making Hanafi grind his teeth. His hands clenched firmly, not liking the words separate from his wife's mouth.