Wound Bidder

Gossip

In the living room Mak Era seemed to scatter at length to make Indra's head buzz. The sweet man chose to go to the kitchen, annoyed to hear the woman opened her disgrace in front of Dilla. When he returned, his story was not over.

"Don't you want the same kind of sickly mother's child?"

Indra spouted the water she had just drunk hearing the question. "Indra sapodilla skin is ripe, Mak! Where there's a gosong!" the protest did not accept.

"But you used to be a charlatan! Play hot-panning mulu! Bandsel mom sayin!" Mak Era did not want to lose, staring fiercely at her son.

The middle-aged woman looked at Dilla back while commenting on a smile. "Snorts dapet mantu gorgeous like you!"

Dilla simply replied with an awkward smile. From earlier he just silently listened to the woman tell a story after his emotions subsided. Indra has explained everything that they married impromptu and Dilla was expelled from the house by her parents for choosing to marry the girl's own choice. Mak Era immediately hugged her daughter-in-law after hearing the explanation of her only child. He said Dilla's parents would have lost their son. He promised to curse the two men if they met.

Mak Era glanced at her son who was sitting on the single sofa of the living room, playing with a mobile phone. He slapped the sweet figure's arm and said, "Udah this afternoon! Buy your wife breakfast with Mamang Mamang in front of the house!" his nag.

Indra stood up lazily, stepping slowly after inserting his phone into his pants pocket. In front when closing the gate, he was instead met with a wide hooded figure. The woman greeted him and he responded. Indra had not met the figure for a long time since the incident a few months ago after his proposal was rejected. He continued his steps towards a cart that was mobbed by the mothers of his housing complex.

"Seriously ma'am, is she divorced from her husband?" It is a daily routine for mothers to gossip without knowing where. Indra ignored that, ordering three packs of ketoprak on Mamang there. He sat on a round bench, waiting for orders.

"Yes, Mom. I asked his own mother directly," replied the gossip spreader with a face made as reassuring as possible.

"Can't you?" asked the skinny mother, in her hand was a bag of vegetables kale, onions and cob fish. "His marriage was recent, huh?"

***

Indra was awake when she faintly heard the sound of crying from someone. He gathered a moment of life before digesting the situation. It turned out that the voice came from the woman sleeping next to him.

The sweet man in the blue shirt was stunned to see Dilla crying with both eyes closed. Sweat spots nestled on the forehead of women who still use the headgear.

"Hey!" A mature brown-skinned man patted the cheeks of a woman entangled in his nightmares. Feeling that it did not work to wake him up, he shook the body of the skinny figure.

Still doesn't work. The sweaty forehead looked shriveled, like fear.

"Hey, Dilla, wake up!" Indra is trying harder to keep white women out of nightmares. "Ila," called her softly, accidentally beheading Dilla, who was impressed as a special call to the couple. "Don't be afraid! There's a God and I who will protect you, lo!" Indra's reflex grasped Dilla's hand, after whispering softly in her ear.

It turns out Indra's grasp was reciprocated. Panting Dilla woke up from her sleep, sobbing bitterly. Without cue reaching and wrapping both hands on Indra's body.

Indra stammered receiving a hug from the woman. But without hesitation, he replied. "Udah! Lo relax! With me you're safe!" He rubbed Dilla's back, calmed down.

"I-I'm, scared." The water still glides on both cheeks. "I'm scared!"

Indra let go of the embrace and turned to wipe away the wife's tears and looked into her eyes deeply. "I will not let what you fear happen in the day to come! You have to trust me!"