The Heart I Choose

Dinner

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After the afternoon talk we no longer talk much, the children invite his father to dinner outside, a fast food restaurant with a logo of old grandfather. Remembering the chicken I fried this morning with great difficulty, will lose to the food here.

"We ate at home aja yuk, was Mama had cooked chicken too," invite me.

"Don't want to ah, it must be cold," whined Rani at her papa.

"It's an occasional one too" said Mas Wandi.

"Oh no matter what, I rarely invited Mas Wandi to eat outside" I said in my heart.

We ate at a big mall in the city, not far from our house, but I rarely invited Mas Wandi to play here.

Three red sheet money changed hands from Mas Wandi wallet to mbak wallet at this fried chicken restaurant.

I did not take the message, let me eat the rest of Kiyah and Dika that I spent.

We continued walking in this mall, Rian and Rani chose the items she liked, not how long our luggage basket was full, he said, Mas Wandi and Rani who are waiting in line to pay me just waiting with the others, I see some red sheets have been exchanged Mas Wandi with groceries earlier.

I could only swallow, there was jealousy towards Rani and Rian, so easily Mas Wandi spent money on them. Had the money been given to me, the old hape would have been my dream. During our marriage, Mas Wandi never spent that much money.

"It's not fair" I went to the parking lot holding a kiy6ah and holding Dika.

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"Mas, which shopping money? I'm going shopping" I asked Mas Wandi this morning.

"My money ran out last night, you fried some more chicken that came to eat them, you keep eating eggs, let it be enough," replied Mas Wandi indifferently.

I left Mas Wandi without answering him.

Coffee and fried rice I have prepared at the table, fried rice is enough for breakfast this morning, the rest of the rice last night is still a lot.

"Papa pegi first yes," Mas Wandi said goodbye to his children.

"Yes Pa, be careful!" they answered simultaneously.

I continued frying the chicken that was not eaten. It could be a kids' lunch side dish, I'm pretty omelet.

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"Yes Ma, I don't like it" Diah left the plate still full.

Only Rani tries to bite the chicken on her plate little by little.

Rian shut himself up to eat, though,

"May, we order food online?" askthem.

"Mom don't know how" I replied.

"We can, mama calm down, just prepare the money," Rian began to squeeze the hape, I saw the food was easily impressed, as I often saw on TV.

"But where does the money come from? Wandi didn't leave the money."

"How much Rian?" much worry.

"Cheap cheap, only 76 rb" said Rian

I swallowed my saliva, for them there was not much money, but for me it was from Mas Wandi for 3 days.

I can't say no more piggy bank Dika, "I'm sorry Mama dika, Mama don't want to be said stingy."

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The heart is not as hard as the wall, but

it will be as hard as a rock if it continues to hurt*.

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**Author is only a beginner writer who ventured to write a novel here.

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