Trapped by My Husband's Destiny

Devoted

Nadia parked her brown Avanza car in the garage. A simple house owned by his father and mother. After the car parking position is appropriate according to the girl who works as a general practitioner, he also turned off the engine. Not long after he got out of the car.

The white girl came in from the side door. The back door of the garage goes straight to the kitchen. After saying his greetings, he took off his shoes in a standing position. His shoes were thrown on the floor. He slightly massaged his right leg. A little pain from wearing high heels.

"Ma.." she cried softly.

The person being searched was not found in the kitchen. This girl went straight to the bedroom not far from the kitchen but before that she put the bag on the edge of the kitchen table.

The habit is to walk very fast. Hasty - gesa. He went into the room and opened the brown door. Before opening he knocked on the door and called the person he was looking for.

Nadia found the person she was looking for was her mother who was performing ashar prayers. He went inside and sat by the bed. Waiting.

Not long after her mother finished praying, Nadia immediately approached her mother. Humping.sawning and kissing her mother. He sat on the bed in the front.

"Dad hasn't come home yet, Ma?"

"Not yet."

The woman who was half a century old replied slowly.

"Sister where?"

"Nazri is playing with his friend, Nanta, he's not home from school yet, maybe there's a scout at school."

Women who have the same skin as Nadia, open the face worn.

"Have you prayed?"

"Already, Ma. At Musholla Hospital, before going home."

Nadia's mother stood up. He folded some of the cloth he was wearing earlier. "Yo wes, you're clean there. Maghrib soon."

"Yes, Ma."

Nadia walked to the exit of the room and entered the room next to the room entered earlier.

The middle-aged woman came out of the room. Following his son's steps. He's headed for the kitchen. There's something I want to do. Walk towards the kitchen slowly. From a distance he saw something unpleasant to look at for himself. He just shook his head.

He went into the kitchen and did something in that small, simple room.

The sound of the door opening. Nadia came out quickly. He was in a hurry - gesa.

"Where's my bag?" ask her slowly to herself.

"Ah.... That's it."

He saw something black on the kitchen table. The girl moved towards the kitchen. From room to kitchen, the distance is not too far. The house he lived in was not very big.

He saw his mother in the kitchen.

"What's your mom?"

"Water cooking, ndok. Your father khan is coming home soon, so Mama doesn't bother you later if your father asks for coffee."

Nadia opened the bag and picked up something inside the black briefcase. Pull something from the inside, then thrust the object to the woman who turned her back.

"Ma, here's the shopping money for this month,"

Nadia gave the woman a white envelope.

His mother turned around and took the envelope.

"You have to learn to be neat. Look at your shoes and your bag, it's still a mess when you get home from work."

Women who have a high body for female speech, do not at all discuss the envelope they take.

"Oh..... Yes, Ma. Nadia forgot."

"Nad.... Nad.... May you have a husband who understands your bad habits, "the real woman is slow. He continued his work and turned his back to his daughter.

"Ah... Mama, I went there anyway. Nadia take a shower, ma."

He rushed to the room with a briefcase. But, after a few steps he turned around quickly, returning again to the back door of the garage that was connected to the kitchen. Run and pick up his shoes scattered on the floor.

His mother just glanced, looking at his daughter's behavior. He shook his head a few times.

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