CHARM GIRL LOVE (CONGRAT)
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"How much Mom, everyone?" ask Buk Siti after finishing sorting out the groceries I will buy for today's needs.

"Work about thirty thousand, curry seasoning three thousand, coconut milk three thousand, that's it?" tanyakanya. I'm nodding.

"So, all thirty-six thousand," said Buk Siti. "Chicken again rose the problem," he continued later.

I just smiled as I reached into pocket, took the gold shop-branded wallet from the pocket of my beloved negligee, immediately paid the grocery bill that Buk Siti mentioned just now. 

Understandably, because the last few days, food prices are indeed again on the soar. Cooking oil is hard to hear let alone the discount. All kinds of staples in the follow-up ride, live money shopping from a husband who is still stable, not up-riding. 

For Mothers like me, yes must be clever to save money, turn outak so that the household ark is not shrewd let alone disperse.

"Well." How shocked I was when I found the contents of my wallet only a few pieces of money fractional two thousand, a thousand and a few pieces of pennies.

Though as I recall last night, Bang Diki_My husband_ has given the allotment of shopping money for today. That is in the form of fifty thousand round money as usual and I just entered into this wallet.

"Why, Mommy?" ask Buk Siti when I see her confused.

"The money's gone, Buk. Just a minute!" I answered while scratching my head which suddenly felt itchy, rushed away from his garbage shop, also some mothers who are still busy picking out the groceries they want to buy while chatting.

On the way home, I thought back to the money. Whether I misplaced or maybe the money was lost Tuyul stolen. All of a sudden my head feels dizzy. Mumetite.

Not just once did my money just disappear. Yesterday was also lost starting from ten thousands, twenty thousands and once also a hundred thousands. According to the neighbors around here, their money is also often lost like me. In fact, there is also a mother who once said that the savings money of her son in a piggy bank in the form of chicken reflika is only ten thousand left after being saved for several years.

 To the extent that I want to cry just innate imagine if the money is really lost and do not meet at home. A little is nominal, only fifty thousand rupiah. However, that amount of money has been a lot and means a lot to me.

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"But! Look at Yara's money, right?" I shouted at the husband who was still good at sleeping in the room, as soon as I arrived.

Silence, no answer.

"But! Look at Yara's money, right?" repeat again while continuing to search around the kitchen and bathroom.

Silent, no answer.

I immediately went into the room and found Bang Diki still rolling soundly in the blanket.

"Bang!" I shouted while hitting his back with bolsters until he gasped. It's good, it's noon like still snoring like no dependents at all. 

No matter a little to his wife who is in trouble like this.

"Liat money Yara, don't Bang?" Snapped me in a annoyed tone.

"What money?" He looks like a bodo.

"The shopping money."

"But, you were a fan last night!"

"Not in your wallet, Bang!" I said half-frustration mixed with sadness and resentment as well. Confused about where else to go.

I saw him get up and then sit leaning on the side of the bed, like I was thinking about something. 

"Without seeing?" my question is full of search.

"No, Deck."

"I swear!" I'm ascertaining.

"Oath."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, what?"

"That was."

"What was it, what?" my insistence.

"So Adek said, you know."

From the gestures and manner of speech aja very-very inviting suspicion, nih. It was not really him who took the money back.

"Seriously, Bang? No one's taking it?"

"Duarius, Deck. Last night I loved you. Which tarok sister?"

Well, if I remember where it is, why am I busy too.

I sat on the side of the bed, thinking back to what happened last night.

 From the moment bang Diki came home, kept ngasi money, abis that he took a bath. At that time, I was reading in the fesbuk group. Instantly, all the events of last night flashed in my head.

But, when he put the money on, I went straight into the wallet. Yes, I went straight into the wallet, not wrong again. Afraid if lying carelessly, daunted by the same leak who was actively rioting.

I again felt my negligee pocket and repeatedly opened the contents of the wallet to determine whether the money was there or not. Or maybe tucked in another sheet of money.

I came out with thousands of dollars one by one and separated them, but what I was looking for did not meet. O ALLAH, for forgiveness.

Maybe, for most people out there, that kind of money is nothing. But, to me, that kind of money is very, very valuable and meaningful. Where else would I look. Yes ALLAH?

Not felt, my tears just dripped. Why did this happen to this poor me. Where else would I look for it instead?

"But Bang, you don't see?" I asked my husband again for the umpteenth time with tears in my eyes. Make sure that the money is really gone.

"I've told you from now on, I don't see, '" he replied rudely. "Sir even if you're a person. I don't know what you're thinking? Hape just fill your outak." He got up, then walked out of the room while slamming the door very hard.

My blood rippled and felt piercing to the heart. It hurts to be treated like this. It was clear from earlier that he saw me in distress, let alone to help find or just calm down. At least he doesn't care at all. I don't know if I'm in this house.

Long time I was staring, my mind was dead-end and empty. I don't know what else to do and ask who. I'm really in confusion. 

Until I thought back to Buk Siti and the groceries I had not paid for earlier. Surely Buk Siti is still waiting for my arrival and set aside the groceries I have chosen earlier. Oh my God, what should I do? What do I have to pay for it? 

"So when you went to the stall, nobody fell on the street?" suddenly Bang Diki went back into the room.

I just shook my head. Resignedly.

"When do you want to pay? No falling?"

 I just kept quiet. I felt that the question was not important and too late. When my heart was broken and disgusted even if just hearing his voice.

"Bodo, you're a person too. Just told me to hold a duet that way already not becus. I haven't told you to hold billions. I want to know where you're doing it." 

He continued to babble, messiah, lectures like officials or conglomerates who were invited as speakers at prestigious events. 

Shopping money alone can only charge fifty thousand a day for children and wives. But, his style is already song as high as the sky using the event call billions of rupiah money as well. Basic men do not know lucky.

I continued to answer and condemn him, even if only in my heart. Just like this is the only way I can do to reduce the burden a little and avenge my heartache on him.

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