Take Off Yourself

Regretting

"Mother, the beautiful brood" Lirih Hana, was surprised to see their arrival.

"Hana, miss kangen!". Mom, wants to hug her son's body. But Hana, forbid it outright.

"Stop, mom! No need to hug everything. Smells tau,". Hana, grunt annoyed.

"Hana, I'm not saying that. It's mommy, son. Mom, I miss you so much". Yahya's mother's heart, it feels sliced to hear his son's words.

"Gak, Mama and Mbak Indah came there must be a desire. No need for any drama,". Deny Hana, knowing their ruse.

"Hana, how dare you speak like that! Mbak, slap your pretentious face". Belak Indah, to his youngest sister.

"No need to yell, crush. It's not a forest, it's not a forest,". Sahut Hana, direct.

"Dwuh...Don't fuss, be shy to hear the neighbors. Hana, as soon as your nature welcomes your mother and mother. Then why don't you ask to come in? Do you have the heart, to see us standing like this". Said ma'am Yahya, surprised by the change of his youngest child.

Own a house, in elite housing and quite large. Bu yahya and Beautiful, joy will be.

"No need, mengindian mother and Mama go. Because of you guys, I'm ashamed of my friends. I'm still mad, ma'am, 'cause my wedding wasn't as fancy as planned. Go away, don't disturb my life again". Get rid of Hana, with a sharp look.

Plakkkp...

One hard slap landed on the cheek, Hana. Which is given by her beautiful sister. "It's so rude of you, Hana. Is that how you are, forgetting your difficult family. As long as you know, Bob Hamid and Faris go to jail. Then, to meet your wedding. Mother, very willing to pawn the certificate of home and store building. As for you, where there is help to pay off the debt. All of us, we've been bouncing to and fro to survive. What are you, ha?". Beautiful, pushing her sister's body.

Hearing her sister's words, Hana fell silent. Eyes glanced sharply at her mother and sister. "I don't care, Ma'am. You guys are a burden to me. It doesn't feel like it's holding you guys,".

"Hana, the mother who gave birth to you and took care of you until adulthood. You hate your mother. Where's your conscience, Hannah". The tears, mother yahya has shed.

"Come,bu. Let's get out of here, let's hope his life doesn't calm down. He wasted his family". Beautiful, forced hand of his mother.

Beautiful, so disappointed with his youngest sister. It hurts so much, hearing his words.

Hana, shut the door of her house. There were tears, falling. Soon as possible, Hana removed it.

Ma'am Yahya and Beautiful, wonder to others. Where there are cheap rentals and complete furniture. It doesn't matter if it's small, let's take temporary shelter.

Thankful they found the hostel, which they wanted. Very narrow, with no room. Home furniture, it's just potluck.

Thin mattresses, blankets, gas stoves, and other furniture are all but a little.

"Mother, I deeply regret everything. Just try, we're not forcing the will to take Yasmin's home certificate. Likely, we're not like this". Sobs Yahya's mother.

"already, mom. We live life, as it used to be. I'm sorry, mom". Beautiful, hugging tightly his mother's body. Tears flowed profusely, regretting was of no use.

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In the evening, beautiful out of the room. Sitting leisurely in front, lamenting his nappies later.

"Hi, new ngekost yah. My name is Princess, there are my friends inside". Princess, extend her hand.

Beautiful, smiling and welcoming princess hand. Who lived next to his hostel, quite crowded apparently.

"Good, hello to princess". Beautiful eyes, the eyes look into the princess's hostel.

"Yes, salam know. By the way what work, huh?". Ask the princess, pleasantries.

"Today, it's hard to find a job. Got the job, just how much the salary. Pay the cost, same meal. I can't shop and walk,". Princess chuckling, smile.

Beautiful, looking at the princess to the end of her feet. It was obvious, not a good woman. "How else, there's work...Grateful, than nothing".

"Where to go to work, like us". Bring the princess, the horse-grin.

"Work like you, what do you mean! What work, huh?". Wonderful Tanya, curious.

Princess, immediately whispered something in Beautiful ears. Suddenly surprised him, what he whispered.

"Where, you want to? His job is not tired, even get a lot of money". Said the Princess, trying to influence the mind of Beautiful.

Beautiful, worried about what to do. As for him, he desperately needed money at this moment. "I think again,". Reply Beautiful, go straight into the boarding house.

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"Mas,wake". Whisper Yasmin, in the ears of her husband. "No work, it's 7 in the morning".

Yasmin, let her wet hair unravel freely.

Hanafi, refuse to wake up. Want to continue his sleep, the burden of the mind is plong.

"Hmmm....Why have a shower, can not be together". Hanafi, smiling looking at the wife's face in the morning.

"What the hell, mas? I'm tired, the body is also sore. It's all because of you,mas". Yasmin, pinch her husband's cheek.

"Huussst...We have to do it hard, may our baby be here". Hanafi, put his head in his wife's stomach. Yasmin's eyes, already glazed over and stroked the soft hair of her husband.

"Aaammiii.... Take a quick shower there, he said there was a meeting at the village hall. It's late, breakfast is ready". Yasmine said, smiling.

"Honey, don't be too tired. No problem buying the cook, I work for you. In order to eat well, without the need to be tired". Hanafi, kiss his wife's forehead.

Yasmin, feeling the warmth in her husband's arms. Her heart blossomed, loved and cherished by her own husband. "Yes, let go of your hugging. If it's like this constantly, when is the bath? Go ahead Jo, come here".

"Hehehe....Yes,iyah. Fear of being up again,". Hanafi, immediately broke his embrace and walked out of the room. Yasmin, shook her head looking at the attitude of the husband.

While waiting for Hanafi, finished the bath. Yasmin, prepare the food on the table.

A few minutes later, Hanafi was ready and tidy. It was time for them to eat together, there was laughter.

Hanafi, unceasingly looked at the beautiful face of Yasmin. Reluctant to take off his wife's fingers, occasionally peeling the back of Yasmin's hand.

Yasmin again, shook her head. This is the hidden nature, by her husband. "Mas, take your hand off. How I, take a glass".

"Hehehe....Aye,". Hanafi, forced to let go of his grasp. "Don't be too tired, do the housework. Do I need to find art, to help you".

"Huh? You're all there, mas. Don't want to, don't overdo it like this. I can do it myself, you don't have to worry". Yasmin, rejecting her husband's proposal.

"But you can't bear to see you're exhausted. Fears, my wife is why-why". Again Hanafi, kissed Yasmin's lips.

"Mas, don't just kiss me. Later in public, even kebablasan kissed me". Yasmin's eyes, pinching her husband's groin.