Driver For The Madam
Chapter 9. Don't wanna know.
Annisa's waiting for me on the porch
homehouse. He sat down and played
the doll. Looks like he's really cool
play. To the extent that I'm not
sounds approached, but he didn't
realize my existence.
"Baaaaa..," I surprised her.
He was surprised by my actions.
"Yeahhhh.....Nissa hayus is brought to
yumah cakit, yes.dug..dug...dug,"
his hands are stuck to the chest
the left side while poking
her lips.
"Aha.ha.pa. father's son is not sick, just.
surprised, son," I laughed while.
pinching his cheeks fat.
"Sorry dad, I want to make
same surprise Nissa, anyways dad
go home.eh...Nissa doesn't even know about dad
uda's here," I'm pretending to snack
to him.
"Nissa played Molly well," while
brandishing dolls.
"It's an ice cream, strawberry taste the same
chocolate, which one you want to eat
once?," bargained.
He seemed to be thinking of something. Possibly
he was confused to eat ice cream
where was.
"Dad wait here yeah," he's moving on from
cot and ran into the house.
Two minutes passed, he brought 3 glasses
small plastic. I just cringed
just.wondering. Actually what is
this kid will do? even though he stayed
just eat the ice cream.
"Dad.cini esklimnya, but.
duyu yah. ," she asked me.
The ice cream I offered
to him.
He broke the ice cream with
spoonfuls. Half a chocolate ice cream he
put it in a different glass.
So 2 cups are filled with chocolate ice cream.
"Where is scrobey" he asked again.
I gave him the rest of the ice cream.
He broke the ice cream in two
part, one part he put in an empty glass
and one other part he intervened with
that chocolate ice cream. And now 3 glasses
it's filled with ice cream.
I smiled to see it that way.
"It's all Nissa wants to eat alone, huh?,"
ask me while smiling.
Nissa shook her head.
"Nissa wants this eskyim. This one
for grandma, this one's for grandpa" he explained
holding a glass of mixture
strawberry and chocolate ice cream.
Nissa put the glass in the chest.
He brought the remaining 2 glasses in
in house. He heard her calling
his grandparents.
"Smart kid. He wants to share his food
with others," my inner.
"Already well. Grandma same grandpa eating again
eskyim. Now we eat the eskyim well,"
bargain me. Nissa has prepared
a spoon to eat the ice cream.
"Enak yah..yummy...bangett.
spontaneous.
"Where is yummy really from, baby?,"
Shaking my head.
"Yes dayi tipi well, really ..banget,"
with typical toddler style his age.
I smiled seeing his behavior. After eating the ice cream until it runs out. I carried Nissa to the bathroom. This afternoon she had not taken a shower because she was deliberately waiting for me to eat ice cream.
The Maghrib is beginning to sound. Our
execute his orders solemnly
and khusyuk. In prayer, we always ask
peace of life and peace of heart.
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Ting.ting.
The sound of a spoon clashing with a plate.
"It must be Nissa who played it" I muttered
single-handedly.
Tap..tap....
The sound of footsteps caught up with me from behind. I'll allow my view. Dad came out of his room.
"Mr. this morning, this morning, he left. Malik was not really interested, sir," I told him.
"Father promised Marjuki Lik.
The seed must be laid and buried
revert. Understand it for a few months
yup," he replied.
"We ate first sir. Isya's time!,"
take me.
We headed to the kitchen. Woodwork
the kitchen, Mom and Nissa were waiting for us.
A typical village dinner has been
presented. Waiting for us to enjoy.
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My mind is back because
the truth expressed by Kadir
I smoked a cigarette deep. Treats
heart's neck. I started smoking again
when the pain hit the heart and mind.
My parents approached. The three of us sat down
relaxing on the outside wood sinks enjoying the cold
the night wind and the night view
dim.
"Don't think about the things that have passed, son.
Leave him alone, you must continue
your life! whether he's here or not,"
mother conveyed her thoughts.
"Your mother is right, Lik! why you should
thinking of someone who is worthless
for you. It's a waste of time, son,"
father added.
I put away the remaining cigarettes
half of.
"Thank you buk.pak.
you understand Malik's situation
all this time."
"It's not us who else can
comforting you Lik. Fatma time mom told me
here to cheer you up, mother"
teasing me.
"This fatma is again beginning to be discussed" I said.
"Rather than talking about the woman. Yes natural
I was talking about Fatma. That girl
sweet, clever and kind," mother sumringah.
"Mantu's dream candidate mother huh? but
I know for myself if Malik takes him
how about it," I explained again.
"Mom knows. But the problem is you have to
open your heart to another woman.
this is fun nariiiiikkk mulu does not exist
it's been this month, '" my mother said
annoyed.
"Nothing is right in your heart. If
malik will tell mom and
mr...ok," my circle returned the frustration.
mothering.
"Annisa Tumben really yes she sleeps early
tonight.so quiet not with the babble,"
finally, I opened my voice after
hearing a little debate between me and my mom.
We just nodded in agreement.
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Morning's approaching. I saw no gelagat
a woman across the street
homehouse. He looks riled up and pacing
time and time again.
I just look from far away. Don't know him
who's. I heat the butut motor
my favorite before leaving
to Ahmad's house.
Annisa's coming closer to me. Looks like he
just woke up and looked for me.
Molly.
her hug.
"Dad...Nissa wants to ride a motorcycle
dad!," he whined to me.
"Dad has to work. Cook Nissa
follow along. Outside it's hot, you know," I said
again, while grimacing hot.
"But Nissa wants to come with me. Nissa
want to know where dad works," he whined
any more.
I carry this little girl. I'm sweating
which began to drip from his forehead.
"Emmm.gimana if you have a day off.
I took Nissa on the bike. We roamed
kampung.oke," while I held my finger.
pinky at him.
"OK...ayah promise you know," he hooked a finger.
her little pinkie.
"Now. Dad has to go to work. Nissa
go in there first. A clean shower! baur
acem tawuuu.
he used to tell me when he came home from work.
Nissa ran into the house
calling grandmother.
I just shook my head.
"That brat's got to be bored at home. Fatma has rarely been here since work
in the next town," I muttered alone.
The woman has been watching us since
earlier. I wear a hat when I see it.
"Daritadi just stood there. Why try?
it's weird, crazy people just stand up
while pacing indistinctly," my mind
while leaving the house.
I drove my bike on the village road
these. I don't want to know anymore. What
it will happen with that woman. Woman
traitors.
My mind is back to normal because
I have to turn it to Annisa.
My only little girl.
I whistle while breaking the silence of the road
this is with the sound of this motor butut its name.
also a butut motor, definitely the sound is melodious
and special.ha..ha.