What If I'm Not Good Just
Story 5
I took him to an American restaurant, I'm sure my husband would be happy, he would have never eaten a krispy chicken. But what happened, he did not eat at all, just drink, annoyed too, finally part I spent all.
"No eating, Bang?"
"That's an unhealthy chicken that's forced big fast with drugs" the husband replied.
"Ah, time!"
"Yes, Dek, we don't eat chicken that way, in the village we only eat chicken."
Yes, God, I forgot he's a rancher, must know a lot about cattle. Where else would my husband take to impress her?
As we walked towards my matic old school in the parking lot, suddenly there was a long horn from the bike behind us. When I was angry, the helmet glass was open, it was the Rapi, my old friend.
"Hei Niyet, you're still loyal as well as your buluk Mio?" he said laughing. We are friends indeed, like to mengelesetkan name, my name is good "Nia, even dimlesetkan so Niyet.
" That you, Rapet, are alive you are, apparently," I replied later.
"Who is this Rambo?" ask me again.
"This is my husband,"
"You are indeed a friend, marriage is not saying, not law," he said again.
Husband greeted Rapi while introducing himself, he then went to the motor park.
"Where'd you get Rambo, in Zimbabwe huh?" ask Neat.
"Ah, come on, I'm first, yes" I said as I followed my husband.
"Take the money again, Dek, buy a motorcycle that is like that," said the husband when we were in the parking lot, he pointed to the N max motorbike, which is in the parking lot.
'But, the only need is transportation, Bang,"
"Abang felt insulted the Rapet was despicable motor, he said motor buluk," said the husband.
My heart is flowery, my husband is cool, he can accept being insulted, but cannot accept his wife being insulted.
" So, don't you guys tap on my motorcycle batok, once the rambo, he bought it, kasaniiii, aka cash, don't use it on ..dit.dit loooo" said Berlian .
When he drove Dad to the airport, he hugged us one by one, he cried like he was going to separate forever, but just wanted to umrah.
"Dad's job is done, you're all married, who get along well, My children don't envy each other" said Father.
Indeed, when I was not married, Dad felt like there was still a burden, every meeting was always asked when the marriage was. I was late for marriage, not because I did not sell, but indeed no one wanted, somehow every time I had a relationship with someone it always ran aground before going to the guarantee until I finally tired myself, waiting for fate. Who would have thought at the age of thirty-two years met a thirty-six year old mate, tajir anyway.
After Dad left we all went back to our homes, my youngest brother stayed at the parents' house. We are six brothers, three men and three women. The first boy, the second girl, the new me, and my three sisters two boys and one girl. They all have children, I live who have not.
"Bang, I want to go back to the village of Abang," I said one afternoon. At that time my husband was making a wooden bench. That's how my husband is, there's just something he's doing. Make a chicken coop, make a chair, make a table, even make a closet for us.
"There is no good in the village, Dek, Adek will not stand, the nearest house is a hundred meters away, many cows roam, not cows that are kept in captivity, but houses that are caged, while cows roam freely." husband says.
I was more curious about the village, what about the cattle farm two hundred?
"Don't have a palm oil plantation?" ask again.
"A little, Deck."
"Dad said broad?"
"Gini, Dek, Abang give a picture of Abang village yes. There is a ten-hectare oil palm plantation, surrounding this garden is caged, newly released cows under the palm, in the garden, there are six employee houses, the same house we are seven, can imagine, Deck, Dek, in ten acres there are only seven families. The distance from the big road to our garden there are forty kilometers, the road is not good, if the adek to it has not been passed out first, hahaha," said the husband.
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