The Sand Palace II
Pilu
Swallowing the poison that Darma gives you every day. Bilqis resigned to the way, now the reason can still breathe is for the sake of his children.
The diary that connected my broken heart screams.
The overcast sky never gave another ray of soul-warming light. Time travel makes it difficult to walk through a disaster. There are times when the human phase feels tired, new wounds are piled on top of wounds that have not healed. The world is visited by all the ins and outs of life.
This semi-self-conscious person lives a life with a man who is slowly willing to kill outwardly and inwardly.
The top of the household ark at stake is entering the fourth year, the love story of a husband who never stops adventuring, breezes around looking for the chosen women he wants to enjoy.
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“I'm a stupid or blind girl? I could only rebel, cry then when he left I waited for him to come home at the door of” Bilqis murmured dry his tears.
Bilqis was surprised to hear a noise from the kitchen. She was sure something was wrong, hand grabbing the handle of the broom stepped a surprised glance at her husband like a burglar who broke through his own house.
“How did you get back from behind? Where is your car? I was chasing after debt collectors all day. Are you satisfied for your wife to suffer? I'm pregnant again and you're still playing crazy? Huh?”
Her two children were crying, Lysa was walking around hugging her mother. Darma who will extend his hand held in the reject movement roared do not want in his father's carrying. Bilqis lifted Lysa into the room, rubbed her back and carried Carnations. Changing diapers, giving teat bottles of warm formula milk, slowly the babies return to calm.
She was an unemployed woman who was just waiting for the hand of her husband. Thinking of asking for a divorce in the middle of pregnancy involves a burden to parents making him will be a child who is ungodly. His parents have been thinking too much about the problems of children, grandchildren and daughters-in-law.
But the burning heat in his heart was too burning. He believes there must be halal work out there ready to accommodate mothers of two children. Tears dripped, he could no longer bear the protracted suffering. But still his heart is still one-sided, between leaving Darma or remaining a complementary wife who must obediently wait for him at home.
“Nights like this where are you going? Ma make shame so let it be a spectacle of people if the wife of the Darma out of the house bring her children?”
“So I was wrong? For all your depraved behavior and in the middle of the third child's pregnancy I must bear a new disgrace. In the hate of debt collectors. Explain to me mas, what are all the money for?”
“I spend a lot, you don't know I'm down to the processing section. My job is very heavy. You being a wife only know I'm coming home with a paycheck"
“if you feel burdened, do not want to be responsible. Let me go, your salary is also less for the cost of food and daily necessities. Debt in the store piled up, it's a good thing that mothers often send food.”
Bilqis continued to put her baby equipment into the bag.Darma's rough hands robbed the bag, its contents spilled on the floor. Bilqis who could not bear to see Darma chose to quietly pick him up.
“Don't stop me, you can remarry the woman of your choice. Your parents and siblings definitely support.”
“You as a wife instead of calming me look for a storm! Huh!”
“Bu Hani, I want to say.”
“What's Dila, how serious is the look on her face? Soon yes ma'am, I wrap customer's order first.”
After closing the shop, the two of them talked about the Bilqis household. The answer is drawn from the frown of Hani's forehead, he had long known all the crimes of his son-in-law. Hani thanked Dila who noticed Bilqis. He asked me to tell you if something happened that I didn't want.
In a voice call, Vera vows the uncircumcised grudge at Titin. His plan to destroy Biqis must not fail, he threatens to stop giving him money if his last chance is not done well.
Titin does not want to lose the opportunity to enjoy free money, she goes to a shaman looking for compassion and beauty that makes Darma not want to lose it. He met the man at his workplace, his arrival made the eyes of the men inside the processing plant see his body from top to bottom whistling.
”Crazy! The view of this step there is a beautiful girl coming in here. Whose girl is it?” tanya Dayat stopped her work.
“Not, my love is the sweet black mbak jamu gendong who used to growl. Even if it was, how could he possibly set foot here. Tuh see the expensive shoes got oil” replied Koko.
The two approached the woman who was twitching, the gaze did not want to be separated to see the front hemisphere of her clothes were very sexy. “Uhuk, ahem. Excuse me for who?” tanya Dayat stood a little closer.
“Search mas Darma, how does it look?”
“Logatnya cuy city boy. She was a bit too rough, huh?” whispered Koko in Dayat's ear who continued to smile nonstop.
“Eh Darma is not here yet, it's past the clock. Mbak try to find in his house.”
The arrival of Tata became a warm conversation in the stall, other employees did not expect Darma doyan to have an affair. Mr. Tumin shook his head, he was unwilling to add any new seasoning to the story. As a neighbor a short distance from home, he knows most of all the news about the neighbor who never greeted him.
The car was sold out, he picked up Tata riding the motorcycle he had just bought. Tata glared at the appearance of the husband of the person she seduced was down level and outdone with all the branded items worth tens of millions she was wearing.
“Where is your car?”
“Again in show room. Yuk darling.”
The phone rang, he ignored all incoming calls from his wife. In knitting forbidden love, Tata urges Darma to marry her. He wanted to give him a child. The boy Darma wanted.
“Later after my wife gave birth to our third child. I know for sure that comes out women again. There I had reason to divorce her in front of her family. So my name remains clean as well as yours dear.”
“Ah mas Darma can only, out of this we are shopping yes mas. Don't stingy dong same Tata. Very much a trip to meet you mas.”