Why Should I..?.!?

12. Neighbor gossip..

The atmosphere back home bright cheerful when the mother has healed. This time I help my mother do the housework so that she is not too tired.

"Sister I have something from brother Zidan for brother," whispered my sister as she smiled ignorantly.

"Udah do not have to lie with brother.sister Zidan long gone, from yesterday brother came home you are silent, why now suddenly I have a deposit?" My omel to her while carrying a pile of dry clothes I just picked up from the clothesline.

"Hehe, Fani forgot brother, nih," he said as he thrust a yellow-covered greeting card in front of me.

Gosh darn. What else does he want? Why wear my sister again? My inner.

"Judah where." I took the greeting card but Fani also did not take her hand off the end of the card. Why else a boy?

"Eitss, but it's gonna make Fani an omelet of sausage like yesterday, brother?" Said cheerfully. Millennium tuyul boy, his mind is not far from sausages.

"Yes-yes. Easy." I replied, then he ran forward happily.

I put these newly dry clothes on the front mat of the middle room for me to cover up before putting them in the cupboard.

In the middle of my busy life, Kia suddenly contacted me, saying that she wanted to try applying for a job somewhere else in the city. I just smiled and encouraged him.

I dare not leave the house. Not because of the neighbors' words, but I was more worried about my mother's health. What if mom hears them gossiping about me being ugly? Surely mom will think and tensinya up again, right?

So as much as possible I want to get out of here. Get out of the gossip of neighbors who are sometimes more dangerous than the virus that is again viral today.

Hello, do you know that this gossip of yours can take away the confidence of someone even the worst can kill him?

Not necessarily what you are talking about is the truth but your mouth easily exposes the disgrace of your neighbors. Removing the neighbor, then isolated from the environment. Getting a cynical glare every time you go out of the house. It can make her mentally down, do you know the consequences?

His life is so stressful. Explaining is also useless because you have been eaten by gossip.for a long time he became stressed, and if no one embraced and motivated him then he could despair or even end his life.

And what about his family? It must be sad, shameful, ruined, like no more spirit...

O dear neighbors, be careful with your mouth! Not only can gossip hurt one person but it can destroy one family!!

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In the afternoon after doing the Ashar prayer I folded my face and placed it on the corner shelf of the house musholla. I opened the curtains and came out of the musholla house....

"Astaghfirullah deekkkk!!!", I shouted stroking my chest, startled. Suddenly there was a millennium tuyul squatting before me. He looked up, squinting his eyes at me.

"So don't shout dong, later I hear you think there is a fire," said my sister relaxed.

"Hei Chibi Maruko Chan if you want to meet brother do not ngagetin gini. Nongol front musholla, squat anyway", Gertutuku annoyed.

"ohh brother, my name is Fani kak. ef-afa-en-ini, F A N I. Do not call Maruko continue, later I say that your father let slaughtered real sondesip to change my name," my sister's nagging at length, if this is how she looks like mother. hihi.

"Shaun de sheep. not sondesip deck, just have this you," I said as I sauntered from before him.

"Sister waituu".", he shouted later.

"Otherwise fani my dear sister..."

"Where my sausage omelet sak, I've been waiting for brother to pray a long time ago. I thought my sister fell asleep earlier," she protested with a slight lip. Very funny expression.

"Oh yeah almost forgot brother. Yasudah come on brother makein."

Fani followed me into the kitchen. He sat quietly in the little chair I used to sit in while washing clothes.

"Hmmm fragrant".", Fani commented while closing her eyes, letting her little nose work inhaling the aroma of my cooking.

"Taraa.. has been so, this is the omlet of sausage eggs ala chef Anya," said I spread a songong smile in front of Fani.

"Asikk. horee. want brother any plate Fani.''

"Nih, use a little rice so dekk let the egg there is a friend, so do not be lonely later in the stomach Fani." lakarku while holding a laugh.

"Ready brother. Not going to happen, just calm down later Fani ajakin said let him not be lonely anymore, hehe", replied Fani.

I laughed when I heard it. Gosh darn. Having a cute brother who is innocent but can compensate for my speech turned out to be this fun.

"Have you stayed in the room first yes change clothes, mom was already taking medicine not yet deck?" ask me while putting Fani's plates and glasses to the dining table.

"Sister, the old brother in his room, don't forget to read that last afternoon Fani kasih, hehe." Fani smiled widely after moving to sit down and started to enjoy her food.

"Tell you, you little prank."

"Kan ngajarin brother, waa delicious.." he replied as long as he did not look at me.

I shake my head to look at her behavior. Well the pranks do look like me anyway, but if I look like who? the feelings of the father or mother are never nosy...

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Srekk..

Kurobek tip of the yellow greeting card given by Fani this afternoon. A little thumping as I took out the contents. A letter?

Dear my Lovely Anya,

like letters with his girlfriend. My mind immediately protested when I started reading.

***Hai His, how are you? Accepted for work? Not feel right there? Sorry, my question mostly...

I'm sorry I didn't dare say this to you directly. I decided to take the S2 after your departure. No, you are not the cause, this is my decision, I need this education to be able to build a family business to be more advanced in the future. So you don't feel guilty, just ignore what other people are saying, just be yourself, okay?

If you were still alone when I came home, would you be a part of my future?

Don't answer now, don't be a burden. That's just my hope, anyway if a soul mate isn't going anywhere, right?

Even if later you have a lover, I sincerely hope I can also quickly find someone different like you, who can attract my attention just by hearing your laughter.

Sorry I talk too much. Again sorry for my attitude yesterday, good luck and healthy always yes.

From someone who loves you,

M. Zidan Pratama***

I took many long breaths to calm my heart. I read it once more and responded to what Mr. Zidan was trying to say. But the more I understood the more I felt guilty for rejecting a man as good as him.

Oh Allah... What should Anya do now?

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