The star! Little Wife

destroyed without remaining

Dhuk.

Rahmi awoke from a sleep that felt so long ... I don't know how many hours he's been asleep, he can't remember. Rahmi walked slowly in the guest room, as she remembered there was a big clock there.

13:56.

It turned out that he only slept for 2 hours, but he felt he had slept all day. Think of it as a blessing, Rahmi so no need to sleep for so long.

Rahmi walks the fridge, picks up the ingredients and is ready to cook, so that when Alif comes home he is not scolded again.

The small hand seemed to do his job, but it was undeniable how tight his hand he was a beginner who had just learned less than a week. His hands are sometimes splashed with oil or he accidentally nudges the surrounding stuff.

When he finished he set it on the table. Cover it with a serving hood to keep it warm. Rahmi stared at the mess she caused. With the spirit he cleans it, this is not a heavy thing.cleaning a house that is so big he can, let alone a small thing like this. He certainly can do it, after finishing Rahmi smiled proudly at him. A hard day must still be passed with a seyuman.

Not everyone's bad, son.

Rahmi kept thinking about Abby, not all bad people. For example, he meets kelvin who helps him, although kelvin seems strange to Rahmi.

Rahmi suddenly felt herself cut out. He looked at his dirty self, sure enough he had not taken a bath. But why Kelvin was not uncomfortable when with him earlier. Maybe because of the rain, even though he has not bathed since cleaning yesterday.

Without thinking for so long Rahmi immediately cleaned herself, in the bathroom so far from the main room so that Alif did not scold her. It had been ingrained in fear into the soul of the girl.

Without feeling the sky has become an infinity.

Rahmi kept silent for a moment looking at the sky. Smoke from dry leaves flying by the wind. Color orange, red, pink and beautiful blue sky.

A swarm of birds flying in crowds whether they are west or north, Rahmi does not know.

A smile on his face, though,

'Even though the world hates me I will still be alive!!!'

...

Prosecutors!!

The neat table is now a mess.

''How dare you give me junk food!!!''

''Cuh!''

Everything he made was destroyed. Rahmi did not know that the food made acidity, spiciness, wry... Rahmi walked slowly tidying up the fragments of the plate that Alif threw.

Sretti.

Fractions of glass sliced his hands, blood flowing so fast.

'Our watery eyes stop taking out your diamonds ... It's just a small wound .. just a wound ... Small-time.'

''Hiks.''

''Sorry I can't cook properly ... Sorry the food is not good, sorry it can not be useful, sorry it can only be troublesome ... Sorry, sorry, sorry ....'' Rahmi carries the fragments of the plate into her clutches. Blood flowed dripping as long as the girl knelt down picking up the shard. Apologies are always spoken in his lips, pearls like glass continue to flow in his eyes, cheeks are flushed, eyes are swollen all night sound sobbing sound like a ghostly spirit.

...

The morning has come, waking up anyone who does not want to wake up. Different things only with the figure of a small-bodied girl who was running around and around cleaning the house.

Tak.

Alif came down from the top floor, the floor where the main room was located, the room they were supposed to live in.

Alif sat on the table, he opened the food hood and saw a simple meal on the table. The smell felt like it was uploading his taste. He scoops simple fried rice made by Rahmi.

Alif put the spoon, not the bad fried rice. But Alif who remembered his Abbynya, the same taste because it was taught by the same person.

Alif left home in a peaceful situation, maybe he should be angry like he usually is. But this time he was silent, maybe he was also tired of evaporating everything continuously.

...

''Hummm ... Not eaten, said Rahmi slowly with sadness, Then he took the fried rice and ate it. Among the dishes he made, fried rice was the one Abby praised the most, so he made it this morning.

The weather is clear, the light is so beautiful.

''Rahmi wants to have a hobby, '' said Rahmi suddenly in the hot sun. He sat in the garden near the swimming pool. He thought he could swim like no alif. Alif will also be home when the sun has set. But he only realized, he could not swim and if the pool was deep he could drown.

''So there is a fruit ... Did Rahmi just take the fruit and take out the contents to be planted?''

Rahmi seemed to think, a smile on her face. It doesn't seem like a bad idea.

...

Shouts.

Rahmi looks dirty with the soil attached to her hands and clothes. But the girl looked happy, she cut all the fruit, arranged it on the kitchen table and took the seeds. He planted everything in a few rows of soil that he had hoeed using a spatula because he did not find a hoe. Alif may be angry if he finds out, but Rahmi has cleaned it up, after all, it is an old spatula that he got under the stove along with other items that are outdated that may have not been used because there is a new spatula that is more beautiful.

Rahmi happily water the seedlings she has planted, whether to grow like what, Rahmi did not think too much about it.

''You ... What are?''

Rahmi gasped at the heavy voice she knew, it was Alif's voice. Slowly Rahmi turned to look at the eyes that were looking at her cynically.

''Sa-say.a.''

Alif looked behind Rahmi, the soil that looked wet and like it had been dug up.

'What did he plant?' thought Alif.

Alif turned around, he said nothing.

When he got home, he looked around in silence, he thought Rahmi was running away. I don't know if he's looking for her everywhere. When he found her he wanted to scold her, but seeing Rahmi who was smiling he was silent, everything he wanted to say suddenly disappeared.

Rahmi breathes a sigh of relief alif has gone. But it was only a few moments.

Prak!!!

Rahmi immediately ran towards the sound of the broken glass. He saw Alif standing in front of the kitchen with a broken plate.

''Cooking!!'' One word he said, then Alif just left.

Rahmi hurriedly cleaned the glass. He forgot to cook, he forgot his job. But she was a little grateful Alif wasn't so scolding her.

Sreth!

The wound of the glass shrapnel has not healed and is even deeper because Rahmi again holds the glass shard with her hands.

''I will never forget again ... I'm sorry, '' he murmured slowly and tears came down.

After cleaning it Rahmi cooks for Alif, this time she is more careful so that the food she makes is not salty or spicy.

''Ahkk!!'' Rahmi brushed out in pain, her hands sore with salt.

''Unhealed wounds are now increasing ... Sprinkled with salt adds to the pain suffered ..'' lirih Rahmi.