The Heart I Choose

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"What's so great about buk?" I repeat the question to Buk Siti.

"Yes, still young but want to marry a widower, even though you can get better," said Buk Siti.

I just laughed, "Mas Wandi is good too, buk," "but, long ago," my inner self.

"The chicken has not come yet, Mia, wait for it to come first yes, you are picky vegetables first," said Buk Siti, seeing my woe.

"Now long time no buk?" I'm afraid Mas Wandi woke up to see me haven't come, he's thinking shit.

"In a moment, the tires were leaking so they must be patched first" Buk Siti replied.

"For Ma'am Mia," Ma'am Dela my neighbor came.

"Morning is also Ma'am Dela," I replied with a smile.

"Udah tell papa Dika, if you want to go with Arisan?" Ask Ma'am Dela.

"Not yet Ma'am, hehehe forgot," I replied.

I actually didn't dare to ask.

"It's a pity, even though next Saturday has started the first," said Mbak Dela.

"Well, ma'am, if I can come later in the middle of the road," I replied with a smile

Buk Siti's husband is coming....

I picked the chicken sekilo, hopefully enough until night.

After paying me permission to leave, Ms. Dela chased after me,

"Mak Mia, wait for dong! we're going in the direction,"

"Yeah Dela, ayoo!" take me.

We walked home together, our house was next to each other but I had never played at the house of Mrs Dela, just greeting each other through the low fence next to our house.

"Mbak Mia, sorry yes, instead of meddling in household affairs mbak, every day I hear Papa Dika often angry, I feel sorry for Mia Ma'am," said mbak dela looked at me sadly.

I can only be silent, it's only natural that Mrs Dela heard it, our house is only limited by the wall, Mas Wandi was often angry at the door of the house.

"It's okay, ma'am, maybe because I was wrong all this time, so it makes Mas Wandi angry," I tried to cover up my problem.

"Kalo Mbak Mia wants to tell a story, I will hear it, to reduce the burden Ma'am," Mbak Dila rubbed my shoulder.

"Sir, I'm first, yes" Madam Dila said to me.

We arrived in front of my house. Mas Wandi has been standing in front of the door, looks of anger on his face, surely Mbak Dela also saw, hopefully this does not add to his sense of curiosity in our household.

"Sorry, the chicken hasn't come yet" I said.

"Yes, sorry" I replied.

"Where's my coffee?" he came back screaming.

"Yes, this is what I made," I quickly passed towards the kitchen.

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"What would you cook?" Rani was behind me.

"You want to cook chicken, what's good at?" ask me.

Kiyah did not want to be put, she was not used to seeing the house rame people.Forced me to cook while holding her.

"Chicken fried flour again," said Rani and Diah in unison.

They helped me clean the chicken.

"Mas, please help hold Kiyah for a moment! I want to cook, "I asked Mas Wandi.

Mas Wandi tried to take Kiyah from me, soon she left for work, I have not started cooking. Dika does not want to go to school today, he said he wanted to play with Bang Rian.

"Mia, where's the breakfast?" Wandi was screaming again.

"Yes, in a minute!" my answer.

"Here it is, I want to go, you so the wife is always slow," Mas wandi scolded me in front of his children.

I just bowed embarrassed, it felt like crying, lucky Rani quickly diverted the atmosphere.

"Pa, we'll go for a walk!" Take Rani.

"Later Papa try to go home quickly yes," replied Mas Wandi while rubbing Rani's hair.

"Are you Pa?" rian asked her to convince Papa again.

"Yes, take a shower! Papa wants to go to work, "Mas Wandi took his car keys and handed Kiyah to me.

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I went back to cooking the chicken that I had given flour, twice fried again, this will be finished, while holding Kiyah who did not want to escape from my embrace, my body felt crumpled plus heartache because of the dikatai Mas Wandi.

I separated this fried chicken into 2 parts, for dinner and lunch, breakfast earlier they had eaten my homemade snack. For myself I have prepared an omelet that is given a lot of onions, the fragrance is fragrant to make hungry. I grab a plate of rice, eat in the corner of the kitchen, while still holding Kiyah, I look very pitiful.

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