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RM169'S CHAT. Random stories of jealous burners
"Go home, Van! There's the donkey." Adinda expelled her eldest son, although her daughter-in-law made the atmosphere so random.
"Well, how is that? Did I say it wrong? Not really. I'm talking right, Mah." Sitting on the sofa available.
"Ai, you calm down. Later you have a debt in the shop, surely you can pay if there is an intention to pay. I never did, never got billed because I actually paid my debts at the stall. Take it easy, Ai. Do not be a burden, do not be made a thought. Because if it doesn't exist anymore, it can't be forced either."
They just look at Canda. Canda's advice does not mean anything to them, it even sounds like he is teaching to sincerely accept the poverty that is afflicting.
"What do you really want to say? Let me help you explain, let's not pick it up once you say, Canda!" Givan threw his seat beside his wife.
"I want to tell you, I don't want to say anything. There is nothing to talk about, even people I was once poor. Even the smell of ketek I once, I got bought a new deodorant fit to reach Padang. So strong smell sister Anisa, bang Dendi same bang Daeng. Actually I can afford it, just stymied by Chandra's diapers. That sachet, it costs two thousand five hundred. But I'd rather buy diapers Chandra. Because Chandra had no clothes at that time, every day he wore diapers only if the clothes ran out. Not long after that, dry washing is used. Shower in the afternoon, all I wash Chandra clothes so that the sore can be used again. But sometimes children, eat straws, dirty clothes, change again. Yes, the clothes are gone, while nothing is dry yet. Inevitably, yes he only used diapers that are two thousand aja." Canda began to bite the crystal guava he got from his father-in-law who was sitting under the mango tree of the courtyard of the house.
Adi did not know, if in the house there was a commotion.
Adinda and the others began to listen to the story of Canda, Ai was already distracted by the story of Canda.
"Oh my goodness, Canda. Granddaughter Mamah you wear diapers only?!" Adinda shook her head in disbelief hearing this.
Canda nodded steadily. "No more money, what do you want, Mah? I became a cleaner of impromptu hostels, paid fifty thousand, there are one hundred if the same washing clothes. That's per one room boarding, from eight rooms boarding. Not everything is said that day, sometimes and not every day. The big pay was from Daeng's bang, Mah. But not paid, replaced with divorce papers for Mas Givan. Two weeks of work on the cake, but he grumbled because Mamah's novel was torn Chandra, her bed was chandra's compolin." Canda chuckles to himself, remembering the tattooed man who to fake tears saw his favorite novel torn by little Chandra.
"Where do Lendra's stuff now keep, Dek?" ask Adinda later.
"In my upper room, which Ria used to work in. Some items from Padang tuh, stored there. Cake novel Mamah, continue play station got him, the TV is already broken. Keep on cake some of her formal clothes, sarongs, expensive belts, expensive glasses. The guy likes to buy expensive belts as well as expensive glasses, Mah. You see, he is going to meet an important client that is, so it must be authoritative as it looks. But not wearing an expensive belt, from a tattoo he already looks authoritative. No need to 'wih, bring expensive glasses'. But his hobby is so, Mah. It's durable that stuff, Celine Trapeze, who she loves me for, is still worth it and doesn't peel off at all. Really durable, buy expensive also no loss that, Mah. Because the lifespan is up to decades, like. From the time he died about eight years ago, yes still good stuff." Canda is always excited when it comes to her ex-husband.
"Who is Daeng, Mah?" asked Ai quietly, who was only heard by Adinda.
Adinda looked at Ai. "Oh, that's her ex-husband Canda. That mange Yusuf's son, who had taken care of you in the hospital." She looked at her daughter-in-law again. "Lendra's things are given, Canda. He got hishab there later," he continued later.
"Udah given all. That's a few, deliberately make a memento. If my son wants to, he can make my son, Mah. The money is still sticky, there is even one shirt that I did not wash intentionally. I found him in his bedroom bed, which is in Yusuf's mange shophouse. I'm getting better, I found the shirt. I immediately save it, wear a new plastic shirt, continue to double the box. So the smell doesn't smell, Mah."
"You sleep gotta stick me, you smell my sniffles. How dare you keep the aroma typical of other men," he said, full of emphasis.
"Where are the other men?" Canda looked over with an innocent face without her sin.
"That's what you keep in your room at mom's."
She began to enjoy her son's drama. She likes to see the jealous face of her son, she looks like the face of her ex-husband who never felt jealous of her. There is a satisfaction, because seeing Givan so jealous of his wife.
"That's a bang Daeng. We refer, even the cost of the reception, makeup, catering, guarantee and bridal room from him all. The one who stayed I received his marriage and marriage. Huuuuu..... How to talk about other men! Mas the other man, nyerobot reference bang Daeng," annoyed Canda by glancing at her husband.
"Mahar from me to fifty-six billion huh, Canda! If you're the same she is, two million is the same set of jewels!" Givan's arrogance comes with his emotions.
"Actually, what is the same problem you have? What's really fussing about? Want to take Lendra to the deliberation in the village as well? Hey, Van. That's the guy that didn't exist, died long ago. You discuss his scent, all the way to the dowry." The younger sister in disbelief held back her gelding feeling of wanting to laugh.
"No idea, Mah. Canda really likes to make me emotional." Givan stated that the source of the problem was his wife.
"Well, what's the emotion? Bang Daeng people are already deceased, already dead. Who wants the same emotions? Say aja envy, because losing prestige is the same as Daeng? Look at it, if you know routine in every mosque. Nalendra relatives of the Hajj heart, still sent prayers because many make changes in our village. Create this mosque, make a madrasah, make a sign that says the name of the gang, leave a lot of effort for his children, including for Chandra as well, increase my gallon business, he said, until now there are no buyers when it has been eight years." Canda increasingly makes Givan hot, because he hears his own wife flattering other men.
"You didn't count my kindness, because you weren't nyekik from before? You don't count me for feeding you, your children, your ego from me, do you? Belek ya you, Canda. My body is small right for my body size, can I slam and strangle you from the first." Givan hints at his powering it on his own fingers.
Adinda laughed amusedly at the sight of the child and her daughter-in-law in a fight. "Kanda, you understand. That's your husband being jealous, you're going to praise Lendra." She pointed at her eldest child with her chin.
Canda and Givan glanced at each other.
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