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RM254. Pack up chats
"Van, Mamah appreciate your opinion. But, you have to understand that people who no longer have money are sensitive. They felt very low, with him having to visit and ask for help, they felt inferior. People who will be remembered their success, yes people who come to them to lend a helping hand. Your attitude is not wrong, by not meddling with it. But just a lack of understanding, if you always ask your brothers to come. It's okay to go to them and ask them if the gallon water is still there. It's okay if you go to them and ask if the rice is still there. They feel alone, because they don't understand you're asking to be visited. Okay for those who are close to you, they must understand. Cake Gavin, or Ghifar. They understand and they understand how to ask for help from you, they are quite close and have always been as low as you. Gavin used to be afraid that Gavin was just the same you, you used to make him cry, it's certain that he was afraid of you." Adinda glanced at her adopted son. "You're the same, Ken. All the children and daughters-in-law of your brothers and sisters."
Kenandra lowered her head, then she swallowed her food forcibly. "But I was never sent food with Mamah" a small quip, but a great envy.
My sister understands that. "Why should Mom send, if Mamah lets you stay here? Be bitter, do not reply to those around you. But make it an experience, let the people closest to you the same people you consider sister do not feel the same bitter thing." Adinda turned around advising Kenandra.
"I've never made anyone closest I know anything bitter, Mah." Kenandra immediately lowered her head by stirring her food.
It was just a casual chat, but he felt so piercing his heart.
"At least, don't make someone you think is your sister a victim." Adinda straightened her eyes on Kenandra with her cruel highlight.
"We'll eat first, Mah. I'm having trouble with nelan." Kenandra only dared to look at Adinda at a glance.
He was afraid of the angry look of his adoptive mother.
"Hm." The sister looked back at the contents of the plate.
They eat in silence, until both help Adinda clean and wash the dirty eating utensils. Until finally, Adinda leads Givan and Kenandra to the family room.
Initially, Givan focused on his phone. He told his wife not to worry about him. Although Canda wondered why her husband did not go home immediately, but finally she knew if her husband was resting and starving.
A little worried because he knew that Ai was there, but calm approached him again when Givan told him that Ai and her family were at the inn. Today, was the last day Ai completed some autographed documents with stamp duty at the village office. Merely, it was made so that Ai did not return in the future to the village.
"Which widow you chatted with." The sister took her son's cell phone.
"So I told you, if I miss Canda." Givan spoke with his laughter in check.
"Hmm, bulshit you!" The sister put her son's cell phone on the family room table.
"What would you like to talk about?" Kenandra looked seriously since.
"Nothing, Mom just wants to talk." Adinda deliberately wants to pack her advice in a small talk.
Because viewed from any point of view, according to Adinda incident Ria and Kenandra is on the basis of liking. Because there is no umpteenth time, without the reports and traumas that follow. Moreover, clearly, Ria did not report and instead hid the sign that Ria enjoyed it as well.
"Take a banana, Mah." Givan deliberately issued an empty sentence.
"Yes, while Ria asked for marriage. Simple thing, the cake that Cani asked for. But, it's not simple for your concept of life, Ken. You know that." Adinda immediately threw her gaze at Kenandra back.
"You don't know my worries." Kenandra turned her face around.
"Tell me, let's get on royong so that your burden of worry decreases." Adinda clasped her hands with the focus on looking at Kenandra.
"The worst thing if later Bunga lives with Riska, which is to have a father. Kin once lived with his father, the late om Safar. According to him, it's no better than mom. Moreover, sorry.... The Almarhumah masjik Handa. Ahya, Ahya, Ahya. Only Ahya's daughter umi Sukma and granddaughter according to them, that makes Kin more comfortable living with Mamah and papah, if Mamah and papah at that time did not have many bachelors. If Bunga has to be the same as me, he will automatically have a connecting mother. I know what it's like to live with a regular mom, far worse than living in a tight pesantren. Let alone freedom, for food there is a count. That's why, I prefer to live in mes college first. In fact, my campus is the same abi house that is at least fifteen minutes away. Abi's obsessed I want to be a doctor, he's dumping the fees that his wife envies me for. I too, did aspire to be a doctor, I did not feel burdened for it. But because of that, because you know I have a lot of rations from abi, I was made hungry at home. Mah, I learned about health. But, every day I want to eat instant food when at home. Because what? For example, cook meat, cook it count the head. For three people, you make six pieces for three meals. Understand me, the time of Langi is noisy if I eat the ration of the side dish in. Just for him, Langi and abi. I'm quiet, I'd rather be quiet, because it's useless to say but Abi still does not add the allotment of shopping money for mother. Abi loves me, I know that. But in the form of support in terms of costs and encouragement. Plus, from childhood to puberty I'm the same Kin in the care of the nanny. Meanwhile, I saw with my own eyes that Langi was being nurtured with my mother's soft hands. I don't want to be envious, but I only have a child's perspective at the time. I'm scared, Mah. For example, later Flowers I brought live with the mother continued, plus for example the mother continued it had a new child with me. He's focused on his new kid, not on the flowers. If the flower is still held by the baby sitter, the envious mind of the cake children that I wear, must be felt by the Flower as well. At least, same Givan she's taken care of together with the baby sitter. Let's say, Givan and Canda, these are just guidance teachers. Because in fact, they are forced to be independent from small. The feeling of irishness must be non-existent, because they are all treated equally. From Key to the baby, which of them doesn't use the services of a baby sitter? There ain't! I'm worried, Bunga's worried about being a stepdaughter." Kenandra directly pointed her index finger at the table.
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