You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

Long-time

Brek!

Azam and Rosita were shocked to hear the sound. The two sat with each other and Azam hurried from his seat, gesturing Rosita to stay there and take care of the children. And he went alone.

"What is that sound?" Rosita looked worriedly at the husband who started walking.

Azam walked to the source of the voice, carefully and it turned out that the voice was coming from the middle room, when Azam stood up and found the aunt crouching.

Aunty turned to Azam who looked startled, with a worried feeling her master was angry because his urn fell and broke.

"Sorry, Sir. I accidentally broke this urn," auntie lowered her head while picking up the shards.

Azam looked at Aunt who was picking up the shards of the urn, a bit disappointed but what should? everything has happened and it is impossible to be glue and whole again. Being angry is free too.

"Yes, it's okay, watch out for making wounds." Azam gushed with an annoyed heart actually. But it is impossible to anger Hanay because the item is damaged, useless and also for what. You can buy again.

"What's up, Mom?" rosita asked with an uneasy and curious feeling while hugging Syifa.

"Oh that's Auntie, accidentally nudged the urn and the urn broke!" Reply Azam while subduing himself in the original place with slowness.

"Keep, how did the urn break?" ask Rosita again.

Azam nodded. "Yes broke, crumpled! yes, yes, yes. Things can be bought rather than he is wretched," Azam sighed deeply to throw away his frustration however it was his favorite thing the price was quite expensive.

"Yes, Mas .. only doang objects, can be purchased as long as there is a fortune. Do not be angry .. later make our workers uncomfortable or not at home. It is hard to find workers at home. Maybe he wasn't intentional either!" lirih Rosita moved her hands up and down behind Azam's back.

"I'm not angry baby .. I told you to!" Azam looked at him with a cold look.

After finishing his meal, Azam went straight to work and Rosita accompanied her two daughters to sleep first.

"Mama, Mama ... fairy tale bacain huh? how many days have Mama not existed and no one has read fairy tales for both of us. There are aunts but not the same!" babble Poppi, look up at the face of the Mother.

"Yes dear ... Mama will bacain fairy tale yes .. let you guys bobo fast, so tomorrow you do not oversleep the wake tomorrow want to school right," coincidentally, the two had entered the school and the school was only about 20 meters from the residence of Rosita and Azam.

Azam went into his room and found that his wife was already there, with a smile that expands Azam locked the door and came to the wife who was sitting sweetly on the bed.

"The kids are bobo? honey," Azam asked as he opened his t-shirt which he kept on the shoulder of the sofa.

"It has. They're already asleep" exclaimed Rosita who moved her body lying under the blanket. Azam published his smile as he crawled up on the bed approaching his interlocutor who started teasing.

"Dear Kangen, it hasn't been like this in a long time!" Azam hugged his wife very tightly and a raucous voice and held something back.

"Kangens? I meet every day!" Rosita murmured as she returned her husband's very tight embrace while linking her eyebrows together.

Furthermore, with a skillful hand, Azam made all the obstacles for him to perform a ritual that had been awaited from noon.

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"Mother .. there is a greeting from Mama, he said thanks also for the attention of Mommy and Mama!" Said Rendy to the Mother.

The woman who was frying knew to make dinner smile and turned to her son Rendy. "Wa'alaikum salam .. Now he's home, right, back home?"

"It has. It's all better!" sahutnya Rendy while taking a plate pouring rice, chicken pepes and vegetables. "Nyamy, yamy .. good for dinner tonight."

"Well, what does every meal taste bad? say eat now everything's good!" Alena's granddaughter while turning her lips to her sister.

"Yey ... No, no, no. Pah, Bun .. Rendy's brother is there to make me angry. Look at my chicken taken too! he has already taken and ate chicken pepes, why is my fried chicken also taken Bun .. please?" Alena sulks when her fried chicken is taken by her sister.

Malik who had just smiled to see his two sons and daughter who were just making drama at the dinner table, making rames and sometimes upset too. But this is only temporary later also if they are more mature and have their respective activities. This moment will not be found again.

"Sister don't make a rowdy mulu ah, at the dinner table .. eat right! later the food is on sad, you fuss mute!" lirih Renita while occupying herself and starting to eat.

After passing the drama and eating was finished, then they gathered in the living room. But Rendy immediately moved back because she remembered that she had a task to do.

But upon arrival in the room! rendy's phone rang and for a moment Rendy let it go. The number is unknown, but after how many times it rings, Rendy finally raised it.

Silent.

(Hello how are you, still remember not the same voice I have? my name is Pricilia, your classmate from Junior High. Time to forget anyway?)

Rendy was silent and remembered. The person talking on the other end of the phone.

"Oh yeah Pricilia who was curly hair at the time?"

(Yes, that's you remember! but now it is not kinky really.... has been straight and beautiful, we often meet in class at that time and after class 2 that we do not see again until now, we do not see again, because I was invited to move by my family abroad and school there.)

"Oh yeah, where are you now?" ask Rendy.

(For now I am still abroad, but next month I want to go back to Indonesia with my family too and continue my studies there!)

Rendy smiled, reminiscing when she used to play with Pricilia, her carefree and kind person. They were together only until the middle of 2nd grade. At that time curly hair is sometimes called the same friends who are idly called kribo, even though his hair is not just kribo curly doang.

"Oh yes seneng dong .. we can meet again, and you can get my number from where? don't you shaman huh? he he ..."

(Yes .. I'm a shaman, a witch doctor eh no. The shaman gave you the same pellet to always remember me he he he ..)

"Can you, where have my number. After all these years, centuries! for years we never communicated. At some point in time, I don't have HP!"

(Do you know what you want to know? If you want to know I do not tell, if you want to know very much later I love leaks.)

"Ec ... Want to know, where? but if you do not want to tell also .. is okay, it is not important either. Oh, thank you for calling me!"

(Ih .. You don't get mad dong, I'm just kidding, can-daaaaa. I asked for your number from Z and he told me. It's okay, right?)

"It's okay, why! it's good to be able to communicate with you again and hopefully someday we meet again, can be friends again like before,"

(Yes right, I also really hope that if we can meet again even more than just friends, ups I already know what your photo is now! you have become a handsome young man and many girls are chasing you just ... Said the Z, you don't want to open your heart to them! what does your heart do to me?)

"Ha! ngorge him. I want to focus on college not going out. The courtship was number one for me and college, learning number one. Especially to achieve my goals, no courtship and no. .. girl."

Geck.

Geck.

Gts ....

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Seriate.