Don't Distinguish Me
Arguing

At night, Anisa, her father and mother were relaxing in the living room. With the television in front of them and a snack, they were engrossed in enjoying a relaxing time at the time.

However, Aisyah did not waste the chance to cross her. He picked up a pile of clothes and folded them while watching television.

"Anisa, what to fold, will tomorrow be ironed." The goddess reminded her son not to be too diligent.

"No papa, ma'am, let it be good tomorrow." Aisyah just gave her little smile.

"Let's go, ma'am, filial son of a parent is forbidden. That's as proof of Aisha's favor to those of us who released her."

The father's words immediately stopped Aisyah's activities for some time until she finally resumed.

"Oh, return the favor? Then, how about Salsa's favor, Dad?" the goddess Sindir wanted to see her husband's reaction.

"If Salsa does not ask for a return of gratitude. He's already made our lives so good like this, really, Mom."

"Oh, good, huh, Dad? I just found out that Salsa has returned the favor. Not that he knew to ask for it, yeah."

Hearing the words of Bu Dewi, suddenly Mr. Ramli immediately stared dislike.

Anisa who was like kissing a quarrel was instantly looking for a way to stop this hot atmosphere.

"Well, Mr. Slamet said that this Sunday there was a thanksgiving at Mr. Edi's house. You know what?" tanyanya diverted the conversation.

"Sir Edi?" Ramli thought for a moment. "Oh yes, I just remembered, Mr. Edi told Dad to go to his house tonight." Ramli immediately prepared to leave. Without saying goodbye, he just left.

"You were intentional, huh?" Dewi looks upset at Anisa who can-can divert the conversation.

"Nisa doesn't want anyone to make a fuss over Nisa, Mom. Nisa's sad as if Nisa's the subject of your quarrel." Without feeling it, Anisa's tears fell.

"Oh Allah, Nduk, forgive Mother, yes. Don't cry, honey. I didn't mean it that way." The goddess immediately hugged Anisa and wiped away the girl's tears.

"Mom, Nisa's promise yes, don't ever protest if you prioritize Salsa. Let's just say, Mom, Nisa doesn't mind if mom and dad get along well."

"Mom, the nature of the person is different. Maybe someday Salsa will change." Anisa tries to comfort her mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom, yeah, kid. Mommy should have taken extra care of you. Now it's like I'm charging your services in return for the money he spent. Though he himself did not realize that Salsa had spent his money on poya-foya. I didn't think with..."

"Mom, no, ma'am, don't talk anymore, please Nisa."

"Yes, son, I'm sorry. Yeah, you're done, right? Now take a break, yeah."

"But there's a dish that Nisa has to wash, ma'am."

"Tomorrow, my dear."

"No, ah. Tomorrow, I'll help Nisa."

"No, I promise. That plate I'll stay for you. Why can't you clean the house?"

"Mother is tired of work. So there is no harm if Nisa helps Mom. Come on, Mom, I'm resting too, yeah."

The goddess nodded slowly. He went to his room and lay down on his bed. His life has changed now. Not as hard as before. But, now the problem of his family is the difference in affection between their two children.

The Goddess's phone rang that very moment. He saw a Salsa number calling him.

"Tumben called here." The goddess scrunched her forehead. It is not usually Salsa call him unless the husband's cell phone can not be contacted.

He swiped the green button to pick up the call.

"Hello." The goddess paused her speech while listening to her interlocutor finish his sentence.

"What?!"