The Lecturer Jadul is my husband
DJIS 67'S
"Where were you last night? I see you've been coming home a lot lately. What's njajar njai up till night now? Mr. Usman's son came home still half six before maghrib, lha where did you stop by?" The middle-aged woman who still looked fresh was fit.
"Mom's getting chatty more and more." The blue-veiled girl replied with an annoyed face.
"Nurul." Sahut mother with a slightly high tone so surprised to see the response of the child is not as usual.
Prang
The clang of the spoon was heard because the child threw the spoon towards the chair and almost hit the mother who was standing not far from the dining table.
"Nurul." A baritone voice sounded from the middle door.
"So is your attitude the same as your real mother?" A young man in his twenties who carries a backpack on his shoulders.
"Lo the kids don't have to interfere." Hardik Nurul with a drawn look at the man he used to call mas.
Plaques
"Mom never taught you to be so insolent as this Nurul." Hardik slowly the mother with her hands shaking because slapping the cheek of the child. Tears could be seen dripping from the middle-aged woman's netra.
Nurul went to stomp her feet away from the dining room feeling upset and hurt over the behavior of her mother and foster sister. No one wants to understand what he is feeling right now.
"Mother isn't papa?" Furqon asked while wiping the tears that fell from the middle-aged woman who had been willing to take care of him since childhood.
"Mommy is not papa, you have breakfast later to be late to college." Said the mother slowly.
"Let's take me to the room. Nurul's business let me talk to you later." Furqon said as he led his mother on a walk.
In the room, Nurul blindly slammed all the objects in his room scattered to fill the floor of the room.
"All because of you Karin. I hate you. Why don't you just die." His cry was hysterical as he sat on the floor with a roaring cry.
"Why do you have to, why don't I just get married to Rama. As long as you know I knew Rama first, I fell in love with Rama first. You are evil, you have called Rama from me Karin. I hate you. Hikkkss hikss hahahaa." The cry was accompanied by a strange laughter from Nurul. The Selugu girl could turn into a terrifying monster figure if she was unable to cultivate the taste within her well.
The sound of the bang from the dropped item made a middle-aged man angry but did not dare to bully even scolded his men who had dropped one of the items that had just been transported from inside the container car. The fear came because of the nyalang gaze of one of the odd workers that made him afraid not to be upset.
"Destroyed items are stored in the next room, later replaced by new ones." He said while holding back anger.
"Yes, if you're tired of rest, there's food there if you're hungry." The shop owner said indifferently.
"Thank you sir." Prattling
The man who owned the shop went into the shop next door with his mouth still komat-kamit read many spells of annoyance that came out with various kinds of useless swearing because he did not dare to take it out in front of the transport workers earlier.
"De, quickly transport it again it's one, the rest let me just. You eat there." Satrio.
"Yes bang Tiyo."
Certain days Satria is disguised as porters to feed his men who are average abandoned children and do not have a home moreover they are mostly orphans who already have no relatives brother. There may even still be some who have but none of their families who want to babysit.
Two years of work he lived because he felt tired continuously being the target of pursuit by the police. Now all he wants is to help his men to make amends for all his past mistakes to Rama's family and his parents and his late brother and sister-in-law who died because of his actions.
"Tiyo, come here first." Call the shop owner.
"Yes sir."
"This is your salary, two more days there are goods coming from the supplier, you come faster huh."
"How many cars sir?" Tiyo asked as she received the slightly thick white envelope.
"Possibly two or three containers. If you can just stay at the shop next to where I used to rest." The shop owner said
"Well sir, how many people do you need?"
"As far as you are. Because you know the abilities of your men. Oh yes, next week there is compensation in the mosque of my home complex, you bring all your men there. It's afternoon till night." The shop owner said.
"Okay sir, thank you very much. Forgive my men's mistakes. She was unwell because she had to take care of her grandmother in the hospital. I brought you here because I needed money for treatment." Tiyo said honestly.
"Yes, equally, I'm sorry too. Yes, I lived first."
"Good sir."
