WHEN IS THIS SUFFERING

part 10's

On the edge of the bed I sat next to the Arsen mas, the intention of the heart to tell about my pregnancy. All I want to stop loving Asi to Anindira. I looked at my husband's handsome face, he just stared flat at me.

"What's wrong?" ask mas Arsen.

"Mas I want to talk"

"Just talk about it"

"I won't give Asi any more of me"

"Why? Not that it is too small" said mas Arsen squinted his eyes in wonder.

"I'm pregnant again mas, my pregnancy has entered a month. It is not good for young children to suckle with pregnant women" I said while staring at Anindira who was still sleeping soundly in bed.

"Ouh so, so maybe that's the reason they cry on Ta" he said while stroking Anindira's forehead. "Hmm how are your guts" he continued facing me

"All right, ma'am" then I bowed my head to the floor, I was strong enough to ask. However, tears can no longer be saved. "What's mad about my pregnancy"

"No, why ask that? " as her hand wiped the tears on my cheek.

Whose heart does not melt is treated sweetly this way by her husband, how does not increase the seeds of love and affection, if continue bigini. If only this good side were on you mas, surely this mind does not continue to cry. As long as I cry, I will cry because of happiness. But that is impossible mas.

"Hwaaa,, huwaaa" Anindira's cry managed to get us to finish the conversation this time.

"Uuu cup cup cup mama's child has woken up" I carry Anindira out. "mek, mek, mek, mek mam ma" said the girl I carried this.

I walked into the kitchen to pick up the rice and potatoes I had fried for Anindira. I bribed him, Mas Arsen came out of the room, and he sat behind Anindira.

Actually, these few months Arsen mas not working, all of our meals in the responsibility of the father. Sometimes I like to wonder about my mom and dad why he never scolded his daughter-in-law. Poor mom too.

"Yes"

"Hm"

"There's money? I don't have a cigarette" said Mas Arsen again build my emotions that I crave.

"Money! Try to think, from where I get money, give money only rarely, once give money no how much, just buy chili just "katus me.

"Hmm" he stepped out. "10,000 just Ta, my head pasing if not smoking" he replied.

"So your words, with your husband Aninta, don't deserve that disrespectful talk, I'm your husband! I do not work because there are no job vacancies, how usual? if there is work, I will give you the money" he said to make me silent for a moment. I wonder if my words were too harsh for him. I stepped out walking towards my neighbor's house, and left the Arsen mas alone at home, the reddened look on my eyes made me very afraid of his anger.

Seeing my loss, he just sat in the living room chair.

The day had changed and Anindira fell asleep in the house of my neighbor Tia buk, I branjak from my seat and brought Anindira

"Hmmmmemmaa" Anindira's raucous voice

"Sss, sss, sss," I said as I shook my sling against Anindira.

"Where's Ta?" say buk Tia

"Go home buk, already want magrib"

"Just leave Dira here first, later if you have woken up so that mother intersects your house or can also ask Arsen to pick up Dira, just next to Ta"

"Don't open it, all right"

"Jude be careful"

At home I put Anindira in bed, I saw that Arsen was asleep. Turn on the mosquito repellent I put under the bed. I press the brush, until the dark room is now illuminated by the lamp. I live with those who are asleep in bed.

I stepped back into the kitchen, and I saw my mother, who was slicing garlic and red.

"Hum, what's cooking now?" I approached beside my mother.

"Fried rice, don't you like it? " ask mommy.

I smiled warmly in front of the mother, "busy, whatever the cuisine, if in masakin the same mother Anita likes"

Mother began to heat the oil and distort the onions that she had sliced. I took a glass of water and walked away from my mother in the kitchen, I happened to hear the sound of knocking on the door and greeting from outside, my steps stopped "who is that? persaan knows his voice" I said. "Let's go, just open the door"

I swung my feet to step, I opened the door. srrrr,,,, I'm a bedebar. I painted a longing smile, unconsciously my tears were dripping, I immediately splashed in his arms......

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