Throes

Feels crowded

The house was crowded, when his mother and sister came to visit his house. Stay, either forever or for a few days. The feeling of longing for the family togetherness is so complete will the presence of his mother and sister.

Nothing is beautiful but being with family.

" Mommy! sapine sapa take care. Later sapine nofal die lak not in maem love. How will you take people!" Naufal said, remembering the cow given from his papa, which was as valuable as his Grandmother.

Though Nuafal also misses his Grandma, only his mind crossed with the shadow of his dairy cow. The result of papa Rama's.

" The cow is kept the same pakdhe, will not die. wong in love maem also le!" Answer Yanna's mother. Peeling peanuts from their skin.

" Your son was a cow! afraid of not eating what. Every day the phone asked by the cow only.times it asked her omnya. om you need no money! Gatels do not run out of grass, tired of anything. Just the cow in the inget." Gerrutu Sigit. sat watching a movie with his brother-in-law who was more focused on his laptop.

How many times did the man ask about the cow, until his ears were bored.

Bored or jealous.

Or it could be because of annoyance, the precious time of seducer girls are in vain because they have to find grass in the fields or plinth after school. So that the cow does not starve and the glowing face begins to gloss half black. But calm, still sweet.

" Why ask her if she has any money. Surely have money. People have a lot of money. The sap alone is beneficial every morning the same afternoon. Every day anyway. How many hundred is that." Yanna replied, teaching her daughter to do schoolwork.

The three-tailed milk cow that Rama bought for his son. It could make his mother's economy in the village start to improve. No need to be tired of selling. Enough of his son who takes care of the cow, rather than join the people in the workshop with erratic work money.

" I don't know if the queen just mbak, if her eyes have seen the red sheet. What is the fate of babu, only a blue sheet." Miris Sigit. lamented the fate of not being able to touch the red sheet when the owner of the house has put his hand in front of his face. Asking for money from cow's milk.

" If not at that point, already bahis money made permak kesatriya that." Yanna's mother's murmur.

His more hobbyist son spent money to make his favorite motorbike shiny and got glances from the girls. It made him feel annoyed and eager to sell it. But it's okay, it's better to spend money for hobbies and spend money on negativity, like a neighbor's child. Buying ciu, or taking illegal drugs.

" Sell me Mak!" Naufal Stove.

" Sell-sell! Your cow is selling. Let me change the new bike." Sigit murmured, glaring at his bangs. And grimaced getting a punch on his arm from the side.

" You sold my son's cow, I hung you to the power pole." Rama's timpal, making Sigit pursed his lips.

" Buok!"

" It's okay, I love you more." Reply to mother with a laugh, making Yanna laugh.

" About the rich ghost, his son is not in martial. Really ... the mother of durjanam's birth!" Groused Sigit.

You will not be angry or envious, because it is a joke. And more definitely, his sister-in-law is a very good person. Secretly always send Sigit money for snacks a month without asking. Until the balance of his savings is no longer sad when he saw it in the atm machine.

No need to be ashamed to see the contents of the balance.

" Asalamualaikum?" Saying greetings from outside the house made Yanna and Rama look at each other.

" There's a guest." Sigit.

" It must be mama." Tymphal Rama. Yanna simply nodded with a smile, walking towards the outside opening the door for her in-laws.

" Sigit! This dozen beans. I want to see you first, ma'am besan." Yanna's Mother's Order.

" The ends are always ... Sigit." Mumbles Sigit. Still can't refuse his mother's orders.

" Come pretty. I'm glad someone helped me." Sigit replied, waiting for Nana to clear her bag. Walking along with Sigit shuffling his female hair.

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" Eh Mel. Yanna ngabarin.. If mom and sister are in her house now. He said we were told to go to his house, I brought a lot of souvenirs for us." Said Sari, got a message from Yanna if her mother gave a lot of souvenirs to a close friend of Yanna.

" Indri mother can also be obtained from mother. We leave together, we go home from work. Take Indri first to the kost. How's it?" Sarin Saran.

" I'm coming?" Sela Eko, listen to Sari's words.

" Now?" Ask Amel.

" yes. Wh why? Can't do?" Guess Sari.

" I still have work to do, out of this." Amel replied, making Sari a little moody.

" No tired of what, every return from the work resto again. Never mind why Mel... We rarely get four of them. You are busy, Yanna is busy too. I'm the same as Indri always alone." Pouty Sari.

Not not not understand the state of friends, but it is like there is something lacking in friendship. They rarely communicate and rarely get together like they used to.

The busyness of Yanna as a mother and the busyness of Amel after work and work back to no matter the condition of his body.

Sari knew Amel was in desperate need of money, and Amel never borrowed money or received any money from him or his friends. Amel is not arrogant, maybe because he does not want to be in friendship there is the term 'Shame to collect debt' or ' Angry when in debt.

As long as Amel is strong. He would not beg or pay his close friends.

Because of money, the destroyer in relationships.

Friends, relatives or household. The money can make us friends and can also make us hostile.

Amel exhaled. There is also a truth in saying Sari.he was so busy with money that he forgot his condition. Which is more in saying there is no longer himself calm as before.

Can gather with his friends, can take a vacation and can rest his body more than five hours. Amel misses all that.

" Only once do not accept the order. We're gathering together at Yanna's house, Mel." Eko. It was like pity for Amel. There was no joy like before in Amel's face. Burden so much, to forget how to make yourself happy.

" Yes follow. Please!" Please Sari, with melas. Making Amel is not heart either. Until he nodded and smiled.

Acknowledging the invitation of two friends, and once comforting yourself.

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