Tiny Brother Meatball Handsome

Love should come from the heart not from the office

"You make me ashamed!" pekik Bening's.

The furious voice of Bening made the Sky gasp. As Bening got up from his seat, the woman's face looked chaotic. The sky knows if Bening after crying.

"Why move?" The sky was worried about the state of Bening, did not respond well to the screeches just now.

"Why!? You asked me why?!" Staring at the wrath. "Wheel! Read it!" The phone that was still on he thrust at da da Sky with a rough movement.

The sky that was focused with a Bening face, began to switch to looking at the phone. His eyes slightly enlarged when he saw the photos and replies to incoming messages. He remembered that if the last group who ordered the meatballs asked for a photo with him, he had refused but some people insisted. He didn't know they were Bening's friends.

The sky swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. The afternoon quarrel was not over, now increased again with a new debate but with the same conflict. 'Astagfirullah'adhim'.

Both are silent. Clear with her shame, anger and tears. While the sky with feelings of tiredness, annoyance, and guilt is very deep.

Right now a Sky should blame fate, why would he be fooling around with a woman far above him. Why does he have to love the perfect woman, while his own way of life is very messy. He was so guilty he couldn't make his wife happy. Eye fertilizers that usually highlight with shade are now condensing and watery.

The confused sky had to start a conversation from where.

The man chose to put the cell phone on the table, he walked towards the sofa and sat there. His feet were so tired, after daily activities, he thought after going home would immediately rest. But ....

As he walked and turned his back to Bening, his hands were raised to shrink both corners of the eyes that were flooded with clear liquid. Almost got away if he didn't wipe.

The body that felt crumpled was gone just like that, changing a congested heart and as if disturbing his breathing.

"What I imagined, today happened." Bening leaned on the table by looking towards the lowered Sky. There is a speck of unbearable feeling, but anger is enlarged and difficult to control.

"Maybe you're tired of hearing my apologies." The man took a long breath. "I don't remember the faces of Embak's friends. I should have been careful," he said softly but could still be heard. She didn't want Mama Has to hear her commotion like this morning.

"When you recede, and move to the office from yesterday-it's not cool." Half of Bening still blamed her husband. "You don't want to understand your wife's position. For some reason, you are very proud of the profession as a meatball seller. If you're alone, okay, I don't care. But now it's me, your wife that you should also think about. You can't be selfish!" rutu Bening's. Feeling not finished, the woman still continued her sentence, "you don't feel like you have many friends, co-workers, and subordinates. That's why you're not ashamed of your profession."

"Our lives are much different, Ma'am. I don't have a lot of friends, I've never been to a group like Embak. I forgot the last time I had a friend at school. Co-workers, subordinates, I have never known such a position. Never mind like them, not even my father or my family! I live alone, but I have the principle of not bothering others, not feeling sorry for others." The sky held its breath. "Bak never felt, every day scorned and insulted with the word low because I did not have any ability! And, do people like me have any shame? No! I have never had any shame, I attach more importance to survival than to put forward shame. I need money to eat and get my mama's treatment."

Again the two looked at each other, but still in their place.

"You're good. But, selfish and stubborn!" a clear hiss that can still be heard.

"Actually I'm not stubborn, but firm!"

Clear cut off their gazes, the woman chose to exit the room.

Several times the sky breathed air and softly breathed it. "Patience, Lang. Why should I get angry." The sky rubbed the face, then made a movement of combing the hair backwards. Many times also pronounces istigfar in the heart.

•

Early in the morning Bening had gone to the office, not breakfast also did not bring provisions.

Now only the sky who went down to the bottom floor alone.

"Morning, Son of the Sky," said Mama Has.

"Morning too, Ma," retorted the Sky.

"Actually yesterday was also a sale, Ma."

"Ohya? Aren't you tired?"

"No, Ma. I'm tired if diem doesn't do anything."

"Mom want to eat your meatballs. Bawain, yeah."

"Yes, Ma."

•

In the office, Bening continued to mess with the subordinate staff. Who makes the slightest mistake, then does not escape his anger. He could not focus on the texts that had to be examined, his mind was fixed on the sky. Pick up the phone and just focus on finding the Sky number. "Where are you?" Sent, but only tick one.

Since last night he has not confirmed anything related to the Sky. Letting his phone be full of terror messages from his friends.

For the next two hours, the message sent still ticks one. "Where is he? Escape again? Ngeselin if every fight runs away!" his gerrick.

In the afternoon, as usual Bening passed through her husband's orange tent. He hesitated and seemed to be petting, did he have to stop or just let it go?

"He's selling again!" his gerrick.

"Wait, Mang. Stop for a minute!" clear Command. Mang Juri according.

Orange tents are never deserted, always a tiled buyer who is willing to queue for a serving of meatballs or for the sake of seeing the face of the seller. I don't know, only the buyers know.

"Take it?" The sky was shocked to see Bening standing in front of his meatball wagon. Just be quiet. "In the meantime, yes, I sell the buyer first" he said while preparing a seat for Bening.

"Hey, Miss Bening Agistasari," said someone to make Bening turn his head.

"Hay, Mrs Laras." Bening returned the greeting.

"Customers here too?"

"Nr ...." Distraught to answer.

"No wonder, Miss Bening, even though this Bang Lang meatball is only on the side of the road, but it feels beyond doubt. Steady. My family is all here. I like it because in addition to the taste good, Bang Lang meatballs do not contain a mixture of preservatives."

Clear just smile.

"You know my niece, Clarissa."

"Clarissa?" Bening.

"CEO CVA group. He again developed a new restaurant branch, twice nawarin Bang Langit to join there, but was refused continuously. Not only that, actually my nephew was more interested in the same seller. But Bang Lang said he had a special person." The middle-aged woman with a neat style like Bening was giggling. They are business partners.

"Mistress' nephew is the same age as me, she is also very beautiful. Why are you interested in the meatballs seller? Is he not afraid of his office?"

"Clarissa had no such thought. He said that love comes from the heart, not from the office. I don't know whose love it ends with. Even though the same hawkers are not a problem, the important thing is good and find halal sustenance. Wouldn't it be better, Miss Bening, than a fellow CEO but likes to switch partners and disrespect women."