Used Shirt

My late Wife Sewing Machine

(Langs)

I am Rangga Hermawan, I am a father of one child, my purpose in life was just to make my child happy as a puppet, because after the departure of my wife for good makes me close myself and also often daydream sometimes prolonged stress.

But somehow at the end of this time my life began to color, already able to laugh again, it began at the arrival of a new neighbor named Karmila, it began, he must have been a wife of one man but I had a little bit of a sense of attraction to him.

But I finally realized she already belonged to someone, but unfortunately it seemed she was unhappy with her husband, I often saw him crying in the backyard, I accidentally let him daydream all day, of course, there is no fence between my house and his house.

Today I'm so glad he's helped me so much, he's so close to my mother and son, it's lucky a man has a wife like him, all good people will definitely see the sincerity that exists in him.

I foolishly imagined that Karmila would be my wife, and I patted my cheeks to break my daydream.

Karmila seemed familiar with my mother, from earlier they were very cool chatting, I was busy playing with my flat objects but silent I listened to their chat.

"Mom, who's the sewing machine? I think it's still good, "ask Mila to my mother.

"Oh it's the sewing machine of his late wife Rangga, he used to like sewing, whatever it was, starting from clothes, making bags, purses and much more, but unfortunately he went too fast, " my mother said with glassy eyes.

" Patient mother, may she be calm up there, o yes buk I can also sew, first time in the village I open a permak clothes, so on, yes, it's good for you to buy kitchen spices, "said Karmila.

"Oh yeah, oh happen to be a lot of kegedean clothes but have not had time on the permak, you have time? Help me put on my mother's clothes, " said my mother.

" Yes dear ma'am, my sewing machine left in the village, Karna hastily moved here, " said Mila.

" Yes ngak papa, wear have mama Aqila only, anyway here also ngak to wear, right Rangga? " mother asked me.

" Mmm yes ma'am what's wrong mom? "i was like an insensitive person.

" This is the sewing machine of your late wife on loan only to Mila, besides no one is makai, afraid it will be damaged later in storage".

" Well what mom, take it, "My eyes, I also want Karmila to be busy and no longer sad.

"Yes aunty ngak papa, dear if ngak in use, later teach me to sew aunty, I want to be like mama pinter sewing," said my son Aqila, I am very proud of my son, I am very proud of my son, her heart is as good as my late wife.

"You want to learn to sew Qila, ok later aunt ajarin, aunty promise after aunty there is money to buy a new sewing machine, your mama's sewing machine auntyalikin yes, " karmila said with a smile floating on her lips, she was so happy that she could sew again.

We have long planned to donate my wife's favorite clothes, but do not know to whom, we hope someone can take good care of my wife's goods.

"Look Mila, this shirt, you choose any one, in this bag there is also a new shirt that has never been worn by her mother Qila, we hope you can accept it, she said, we are sure you are the one who can wear it," said my mother, as she glanced at me I nodded in approval to my mother's words.

" Yes don't buk, his clothes are expensive as his expensive, I feel less worthy to wear it, I'm not good mom, this is all the goods dear to his mother Qila, " said Mila modest him, said, I really like it turns out Karmila is not a greedy person.

" Mom forced us because we have hurt all this including Aqila has also agreed, "said my mother.

"Thank you ma'am, may I see it, "said karmila.

"Well, mom, the clothes are nice, mom, the material is good all, cool and comfortable, " Mila said, she just took some not take it all, but Karmila was not greedy.

" Yes I've come home mom, "Mila said goodbye and I was told to take her while lifting the automatic sewing machine.

"Cock hunt, this is also the shirt you take a little, you don't like ya," mother slightly held Mila home.

" It's enough ma'am this one, the other clothes later I help permak for Aqila, he who is more worthy to wear clothes of the late mother," Mila convinced my mother that she would help to change her mother Qila's clothes.

"Yes, thank you son Mila has helped mother a lot today," said the mother while embracing Mila.

"The same as buk," I also helped Mila lift clothes and sewing machines to Mila's house.

" Thank you for helping me out, and for trusting her mama Aqila sewing machine, "Mila smiled at me.

" Yes it doesn't matter just I'm not sure you can sew, at most even the clothes next to the length, "I deliberately make Mila upset.

" Mmmm start again, yes it's the same mas go home, I'm afraid so there's slander, sana us," said Mila looks her upset, I just smile.

" Yes Babe's chest," I reached out to Mila.

" Babe, babe is your father, you're an acute singles' blek," Mila stuck out her tongue.

And I went home, at least I comforted him a little must not be able to have it.