
"La.. here sit down first," Mother put away the bucket on the table that Shela had been feeding to Aunt Rodiyah.
"If you ask me to give money to someone earlier, I'm sorry I can't." Shela took the bucket and put it back into the kitchen.
Drowning in the wet table due to the splashing water from the bucket, Shela was still overwhelmed with extreme anger.
To be true, decades without news, do not remember if he still had a child that he left in the village to pursue his love in the city, and now when he was sick he sent his beloved wife to ask for money to pay for her medical expenses. It's amazing that someone like this, should Shela be compassionate to someone like this? This is what Shela thought. That heartache has been going on for years. It would be very difficult to remove the wounds that his father had scratched.
"La. I know how you feel, you're not an angel who doesn't have anger, disappointment or hurt..."
Hearing what you said without hearing the continuation of your words, Shela could guess where you were talking.
"Buk. Maybe at this time you've forgiven me. But, Shela doesn't open! Shela can't. For Shela, that person doesn't exist! Shela will not forget when the man closes the door of his master's house hard when we want to meet him. Makes us almost get out of this house! Decades is not a short time. He did not think we could eat anything, he did not think how the continuation of his child's education. He didn't think of it, he only thought of his own pleasure. Then now should I feel sorry for him? The answer is no buk!"
Shela could not hold back her tears, falling just like that without her being able to control.
"However he's your father La," Mother tried to soften her daughter's heart.
"And he should have thought, after all, that I am still his son! He can throw me away, consider me a nobody, why can't I? I can even do more than that buk! Before the man died, I thought he was dead."
"Do you want to take care of someone who is nobody to you? live one house here? If so, I'm the most disappointed person here buk!" Shela stood up to leave the living room.
"Sit down first" Mother ordered.
Sitting back, Shela was angry not with her mother, but the feeling of the sticky (emotion) was not able to be dimmed.
"Dengerin mom used to be able to nduk?" Ask the mother rubbed the back of her son's hand.
"La. in our religion we do not know karma. What your father is getting right now is not necessarily seen as karma from his previous actions. For it is unseen, or only Allah SWT knows. And I didn't tell you I wanted to stay on one roof with your father. Your mom and dad are ready, not a muhrim, it's not a good thing if we stay on one roof."
"So, if your father is brought here, I will clean up your grandmother's house for your father to live in. You mind?"
Mother looked at Shela, of course Shela still objected. Yang Shela wants, himself and his mother does not deal anymore with the person who is biologically his father.
"In the end we also have to take care of him right buk? O Allah buk..do you not remember how the man and his wife treated us?"
Mother breathed out slowly, this child was very stubborn.
"Remember nduk, yes already.you eat first yes. You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Smiling despite being forced. As if trying to persuade her daughter's heart to soften a little.
Shela just nodded. Leaving the living room. He wanted to make his mother say something but, he did not want to make his mother sadder. With the arrival of women so-called events earlier must have made the inner mother hurt, let alone must be added to arguing with her.
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"Yes sir." Answer Parto steady.
"Why did you suddenly say it, you didn't make your girlfriend fill up first, did you?" It was my mother's turn to ask. With razor sharp eyes!
"Astaghfirullahalazim mak. ya ain't mak." Parto immediately denied the guess that led to the accusation.
"Maklumin To, my mother will usually watch the divine torment pill.gaunya same mbak Sri as well, it's natural to think too far. Sometimes it precedes us the way he thinks,"
I grinned when my mother glared at my father.
"So you want to propose to your girlfriend first huh? Not directly invited to marry? Oiya To, what's your girlfriend's name?" The father asked, this time he took the fried cassava that had been canceled dicomot.
"This father piye to, you don't know his girlfriend's name Parto! Yes To, whose name is your boyfriend, mother also does not know this.."
Hearing the babble of mother, as if you want to tepok jidat se RT. But he broke it.
"Don't Shela ever introduce herself, mom? Mom forgot?" Parto calmed down now, her intention to propose to Shela seemed like it would smooth the baby's ass cake.
"Your mother remembers only my father, doesn't she?" Too PD sir.
"That was a long time ago, I know that you forgot! Anyway this father does not want to ingetin mak even menggeledek continue!"
"That's what you keep mak, salahin aja father. This man was never really. Just wrong in my mom's eyes." I pretended to be sad.
After feeling that what he said was acceptable to his parents, Parto went to the kitchen. Wanna eat him. It turns out that there is Beautiful who is fried tofu contents but in sambi main hp.
"Awas kobong kui! Selot suwe edan kowe mesam - mesem dewe ngono iku!" (Take that shit! The longer crazy you smile yourself that cake!)
Beautiful surprise. He looked directly at the frying pan. All okay. Nothing is scorched.
"Cieee wants a proposal.." Beautifully smiled while blinking her eyes.
"Cieee is almost crazy!" Parto took the rice she put on the plate.
"Heh mas, that's you take that Portuguese rice!" Beautiful bobbing head.
"What's? Is this rice from Portugal? Far away, the mother's tumben bought imported rice" Parto looked again into the mejikom. Just like the rice, there is no different rice cake that he usually eats.
"It's not Sarjono!!! Portugal is an abbreviation, the portion of the digger hahaha.." pas Indah is laughing ngakak, Parto take to know the contents are ripe and lined to the mouth of Indah.
Predictably, Indah immediately poked because of the absurd actions of her brother.