CHARM GIRL LOVE (CONGRAT)
Miners

My mouth gaped wide after hearing Mak Anto's words. Hasn't the rent of a rented house always been paid on time every month? Why can you wait like this. Is the money I saved to bang Diki that he spent also to play gambling? I'm getting dizzy thinking about it.

Yes, the money to pay for the rent of the house he usually gives me once a week to save. He said he was scared when he held it. But what is it? You useless man.

After the door opened, I was surprised to find my clothes scattered everywhere. Household furniture is no longer left. Like a refrigerator, a closet and tivi somewhere else.

"When did Bang Diki leave here, Buk?"

"Not knowing me. But just three or four days ago, there was a noise from here I heard the nights. We just didn't look directly at it. Usually it is almost every day every night fuss here. I think it's too late that the war yesterday was," said Mak Anto casually as without sin to say it.

Quickly I picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them in the sack . Afraid that those who have a contract suddenly come to find us here and ask for the lack of money that has not been paid Bang Diki to me. Wear what I'll pay for it.

*

"Old mommy's coming home?" I asked my mom when she got home from work a little late today. Usually at twelve in the afternoon he was already at home, but this time it was almost two in the afternoon he had just arrived.

"So told Buk Atin iron clothes only so that later in the afternoon do not have to enter again. You see, Buk Atin wants to go, there is a study in the place of Buk Paimah," replied my mother.

"Now Paimah?" I am no stranger to that name. As often as he heard his name . But I forgot who.

"Yes, Paimah used to live here. Melly's mom! Cook you don't remember?" My mother said again.

I try to remember.

"Oooohhh, that crybaby Melly huh Mak, who is often plagued by the boy?"

I just remembered. He was the first person to cry as dirty as well. So he is often used as bulian material for boys if again playing. What yes, how are you now?

"Yes. But beautiful the time she is now. His skin was pure white, his mammoth house was built there. That guy came by, got in a new car. Just bought a car tuh mamak tau. This is also ngundang want to give alms to Mamak studies with his father to be introduced. Lucky that person had a child like that," said my mother at length proud of the children of people.

 It was sad that my heart felt when I heard him praise and flatter the child of such a man. Not to be envious of the sustenance of others, but who are also children in this world who do not want to succeed and can make their parents happy. I am also a normal human being who wants to be considered and flattered like that. But what is my day, which has not been able to make his life happy. Even now, my son and I are still his dependents.

"Follow you down there, wondering if he's working with her, if you know anything. Rather than here, what do you want to do. It does not feel like your child will grow up, want to go to school, buy books, uniforms and things. If you work' right, get a little cumpulin for your son. Your son is all you need to think about. If I don't have a nutmeg you think, I'll be dead soon" he said again.

Not feeling, my tears just escaped. I have long been contemplating my own fate. A future that is still vaguely visible. I held onto my chest that was getting tighter so it was hard to breathe.

"You better cry now than you cry in the future" my mother said.

*

We arrived in front of Melly's house after several times muters got into a rickshaw because they did not know the address. Apparently, what you said was true. The house is big and looks luxurious. 

Actually, I feel inferior and deg-degan wants to meet him. Moreover, once met directly begging to ask for a job. But, I immediately felt the prestige I threw away for my son's future. Especially this morning said mother, she also asked me. Then he also still remembers me even though we have not been in communication at all for a long time.

Before leaving earlier, I also tried stalking-stalking his social media account to kepoin what work. But I did not ask anything, because it is not good if you have to communicate online about such things. 

Betewe looks from the medsosnya indeed life can be said to be luxurious. He often shares his photos at five-star hotels and also travels abroad. Eat in elite places and dress fashionably. That's why I'm so nervous and feeling inferior considering I have nothing to be proud of. Is there a job opening for me there?

"Eh, Yara. Come on in here!" he cried when he saw us who were confused to sit where. Because the show does not know in the house or in the yard that there is a tent.

"Your old man has arrived" he asked again as he greeted us.

"New aja. Stray as well."

"Well, I can. There are google maps!" said friendly.

I just feel embarrassed because I don't have any more sex. Just now minjam hapenya_Ambang_Ku's sister made memepoin her account.

"There is, if you want. But different places are the same as me. If I were to put him in a hotel now. Yes, from the cafe too. Just pulled into the hotel" he said after I asked if there were any vacancies.

"But you're so far away, you've changed it from before. Until I pangling youh saw it." I try to make small talk to melt the atmosphere. Because I felt tense talking to him. If he looks ordinary and relaxed like he is used to talking to many people. Either because now he feels he already has everything, so his confidence increases, or because I am less calm and feel inferior yourself.

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