Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Damn chicken !
"What is this storm?" ask one of the residents who is currently dressed hansip, actually the three people were just chatting normally, just talking, but since this was a very quiet countryside so they spoke as if they were in a fuss.
"It's okay Mr. Hansip, they are my family" replied Mr. Adrian.
Luckily they were only illuminated by the moonlight, so the patrolling residents could not see Jason clearly.
"If you want to just talk, why not enter the house, your voice can disturb the surrounding residents" said Mr. Hansip.
"Yes sir, they just came from the city, they just grumbled because when they came earlier I was not at home, so they waited a long time" said Mr. Adrian reasoned.
"Alright Mr. Gopar, but next time not like this, we live in a village where if it's above nine o'clock at night the atmosphere has turned quiet, the atmosphere has turned quiet, your voice can even be heard up to two or three houses around your house."
"Okay sir, we will not repeat" said Mr. Safar, who changed his name to Gopar.
"You stop by first sir, goods times." bargained Mr. Safar again.
"No, next time, me and my friends still have to patrol."
"Ah yes, thanks for the warning, I will be a good villager."
"Yes, and welcome also in our village may Mr. Gopar be at home, is this your wife and child?"
"Ah yes, I forgot to introduce them, this is my wife, and this is my son." said Mr. Adrian introduced Mama Mila and Jason.
Then Jason and Mama Mila shook hands as a sign of introduction.
"Yes sir, we entered first, again thanks for reminding." said Mr. Adrian.
Mama Mila seems to be researching around the house her husband lives in for seclusion, very simply. I don't know if he has to spend the night here if he will feel at home, thought Mama Mila.
Jason did not care, he just sat down with a simple carpet that functions only as a base, because from the taste Jason looks the same as sitting on the floor so thin the carpet.
"Son, dirty!" said Mama Mila, who was a child who was used to luxury a little refused to see the situation, but Jason still did not care.
"It's a meal first, but the side dish is just simple, we eat potluck." said Mr. Adrian, he began to put rice and side dishes that he had bought, lucky he bought a side dish rather a lot, he said, because he's all preparing for breakfast tomorrow morning.
Mama Mila just grinned the horse, I don't know what kind of life her husband plans to live this inner life in the heart.
"Jason, eat first." pinta Pak Adrian.
"I'm not hungry." Jason refused.
He did not feel hungry at all, so many problems in his life how can he eat calmly.
"At least eat a little." asked Adrian again, "Ma, let's eat."
Mama Mila forced herself to eat, her stomach was also a little hungry, so rather than her hunger yaaa better eat even though not tasteful.
Jason was also seen taking a little food, he was not hungry just that he felt he had to appreciate his father.
After eating what he said a little earlier, when the mother and child could be added and spend all the side dishes, now both seem to be full.
"We better sleep, the day is also late at night, it is not good to talk about things that will ignite our emotions later, right said Mr. Hansip, maybe our voice can be heard up to two or three houses around here" said Mr. Adrian.
Whether because he agreed with his father's words or indeed because he could not afford to fight because of the glut, Jason nodded obediently.
Mama Mila also followed her nod, for her there is a point also her husband's opinion.
While in town,
Shirleen is still unable to contact her husband, thoughts raging in her brain, the reason why Jason is out of touch.
"Can you call Miss?" tanya Ipah who is sleeping Misca, they sleep in one room, that's Shirleen's request.
"Not yet, I'm worried about gini!" shirleen.
"Maybe Young Master went to a place where Miss signal is minimal!" say Ipah.
"Yes, Pah, I thought so too."
"Have you slept?" shirleen asked Misca again.
"Miss!"
"Yes you've gone to bed, take a folding mattress in the closet" Shirleen said.
"Yes Miss!"
Shirleen was still struggling with her thoughts, which wife was not worried if the husband was hit by problems and until now also could not be contacted.
Jason couldn't close his eyes a little.
The shadow of his mother's explanation is still neatly imprinted on his brain, even with Shirleen's words that always remind him to never take revenge.
Should he deny it again, no Shirleen would definitely not like it, she declined to her thoughts.
But what his father had done to him, took away all the favors in his life, and it was all because of his Papa brothers, and Jason felt he deserved revenge.
Don't take revenge, for my sake, for the sake of those you always look forward to, for the sake of our little family....
I promise you, not only will I promise God that it will not be easy for me to deny it.
Don't promise me or God, because the promise is hard By, promise yourself enough you know, promise to be better, we expect Papa who loves his family very much, he said, you will not dare to repeat the same mistake.
"I don't know what to do, I won't deny it, it's not just about Shirleen, it's also about my God."
Jason was completely unable to sleep, the more guilt haunted him, the more tightness pressed on his chest.
He has promised, and it is impossible to deny.
He had already denied, and it hurt, hurting his wife who had sincerely believed, wholeheartedly pinning hope on him.
It did not feel like the night was running out and now replaced by dawn, it felt Jason had just fallen asleep, but the cold atmosphere erupted at dawn this way, Jason pulled a blanket that was somehow available on his bed.
Last night did not sleep and kept thinking to make his head wracked with extreme dizziness, what else the condition of his body may also be tired at this time, it feels Jason lazy to wake up from his sleep.
Jason grumbled as the rooster's voice so loud crowed to wake him, he had felt this frenzy when in Belitung time overtakes Shirleen, but not this loud because maybe the crowing was somewhere.
If this one is clearly Jason grumbling, shrewd rooster, tired of life apparently, with a dare to perch near the window of the room that Jason slept. The chicken doesn't know who Jason looks like.
"Fuckin' chicken!" curse Jason.
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