The River House

VI. Miko

After breakfast, Ferry changed clothes. He was wearing red cotton pajamas. Now a light green shirt that looks less suitable he wears. Gracefully looked at her husband in a little wonder.

"What a fire?" Gracefully scrunched his forehead.

"What do I usually not neat?" Ferry asked back.

"Yes sometimes you go to work just wear a t-shirt and a jacket," Anggun replied.

"Ha ha ha, yeah, too" Ferry laughed.

"Today I want to look fresher, baby. Is it less suitable? Or do you not like it?" continued Ferry still with his laughter that sounded hoarse.

"Yes not so Mas, which is important if it is finished soon home, Mas. Friends will come, I want you at home," Anggun pinta sighed softly.

"Why do you really want me to see your friend?" Ferry asked, his expression looking less like.

"I'm not comfortable with my friend's questions when you're not around. Husband where? Isn't a big boss supposed to be a lot of time at home, and so on. I am lazy to answer such questions," Anggun explained.

"I know for sure Erfan who likes to ask things like that. He's the one who liked you a long time ago, but couldn't get you. Just looking for my weakness" Ferry sat in the corner of the bed. His hand hit the mattress a few times.

"Why are you still friends with that kind of person? The friends supported each other, not looking for the ugliness of each other," continued Ferry annoyed. Graceful this time just silence not answer. His eyes looked sad.

Ferry looked at his silent wife. Ferry knew very well, the condition of his wife's weak body. His feelings are very sensitive, fragile and easy to fall ill. Ferry moved closer to Anggun who was sitting with a sad face.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just upset at your friend's friend," Ferry grabbed Grace's skinny hand. Peeping the back of his wife's clean white hands.

"You know, my circle of friends is very little. And of all, only the five of them still care about me to this day" Anggun said softly.

"Are my family and I not enough to be your friends?" Ferry looked into Anggun's round eyes. Brownish eyes that look beautiful and clear.

"I've told you so many times Mas, your family never liked me" Anggun replied quickly.

"Okay, baby, we'd better end this conversation. I don't want to argue with you. Okay well? I'm leaving first" Ferry sighed. He kissed his wife's forehead, smiled briefly and rushed out of the room. Ferry really wanted to avoid the debate.

Gracefully standing next to the room window, watching Ferry turn on her jeep. Ferry had waved towards Anggun, then stepped on his car gas inside. The car roared breaking the silence of the wilderness.

After Ferry left for work, Anggun opened the desk drawer. He took one tablet plus blood. Swallow it along with a glass of water.

Then Anggun out of the room, down the stairs and towards the front porch of the house. Anggun had glanced at the large clock installed on the wall of the living room, at 9 am. The air feels so cold. Thin fog still slowly moves enveloping the new house Anggun.

Gracefully close up her knit sweater. He walked around the house. Anggun's eyes were fixed on the debris of the burning riverfront house. Debris of the house that only leaves the floor and foundation of the cement, while the other parts are charcoal and ash.

Around the former burning house, there are some potted plants that are still intact. There are several types of beautiful orchids. However, some other Graceful plants did not recognize it. Maybe imported plants or native plants from the surrounding forest.

Gracefully put her feet back. He walked towards the house where Mr. Nyoto lived. In the front yard, Miko is seen running around while pushing a miniature toy truck. While Mr. Nyoto is busy mowing the grass, and occasionally pay attention to the behavior of his boys.

Little smile on Graceful lips. Paying attention to Mr. Nyoto's family, making Anggun aware. How the presence of a child makes the family life of his household assistant more colorful.

Gracefully crouching in front of little Miko. He watched the toddler's behavior. There was a bitter taste in his heart. As a woman, Anggun also wants to immediately have a baby. But what power, his weak physical condition forced him to delay. Moreover, the more days her husband looks lazy to touch her.

"Aren't you cold, Miko?" Ask Anggun to Miko who only wears a T-shirt suit.

"Sir," replied the little boy as he prodded his miniature truck toy.

"Good morning Madam" said Mr. Nyoto while bowing.

"For Mr. Nyoto. How does it feel to live in this place?" Graceful smiling friendly.

"Cold Mistress. But it feels seger. Well adem ayem is the point," Mr. Nyoto smiled, his whitish mustache slightly raised.

"Miko how? Is it here?" Ask Gracefully again.

"Soah Mistress. It even looks that cool," replied Mr. Nyoto quickly.

"Miko wet the bed earlier," continued Miko with her innocent face.

"Oh yeah? Wow, it's cold out here until Miko wet the bed?" Graceful smile of anxiety.

"Yes cold. Kayaking in the refrigerator," Miko replied, her rows of small, sparse teeth were visible.

Gracefully laughed, then rubbed Miko's curls. There is a happiness that he feels from the simple family of Mr. Nyoto. Not like his family is full of falsehoods. My brother-in-law and brother-in-law are only good in their skin. The inside has rotted.

"Tante Anjun," call Miko, disperse the reverie of Grace.

"What Miko?" Gracefully still stroking Miko's hair gently.

"So early in the morning, Miko woke up not to bedwetting. Father is still lying. Miko to kamal shower behind the sendili. In the backyard Miko saw there was an old grandmother's grandmother's street," said Miko.

Gracefully frowned upon hearing Miko's story. He turned his eyes to Mr. Nyoto.

"Ah, Miko is still sleepy Madam," said Mr. Nyoto.

Gracefully stood up, looking at the thin misty surroundings. The fine feather fur in his hand was bristling, there was a hint of fear in his mind.

"Miko, you continue to play. Aunt Anjun wants to enter the house first," Anggun said to Miko, then left.

Mr. Nyoto sighed, looking at his employer's back that was getting thinner and thinner. A beautiful face that is getting pale. Mr. Nyoto turned to look at Miko. The only child who had told me about seeing a white-haired woman in the backyard. Mr. Nyoto immediately brushed off the fear in his heart. He re-occupied himself with mowing the weeds in the yard.

Connect___

Sorry yes Gaes, up is a bit difficult for every day.

Hopefully still at home in the story of this River House.