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Waking Up Late to Prepare Breakfast

Waking up last night can't sleep. Back and forth must make sure, if the hot child has come down or not. Forced adhesive to be let go, and maybe by applying a cloth will be more effective quickly down the heat. I have telon oil legs too, afraid that this is the effect of colds.

Head fell due to too much sleepiness. Not being able to sleep well in the mattress, if the child starts to fuss again, must calm down by way of snuggling.

The faint scorching sunlight began to shine on his face, and was startled when he knew it was morning.

"Astagfirullah, it turns out I was bad to wake up. Duh, where not to cook anymore. Must have been angry, "Breathing rough.

Before going to the kitchen, want to make sure first the temperature of Arvin's body.

"Hhh, thank goodness your heat has gone down. You are indeed a good child, no longer bothering Dad," The relief when you see him still asleep.

The effect he could not sleep quietly last night, maybe he was very sleepy this morning, until it looks like he was very good.

Teng ... teng, the sound of the plate being sprinkled with a spoon.

"Hadeh, surely Grandma dropped by will be raging, as a result of myself making breakfast late," muttered heart.

Immediately approached the sound of the voice. It turned out to be true, there was already all the family sitting neatly according to the order of the dining chair, sharply they were all glaring at the eyes. Only Anissa hasn't joined yet, and she's probably dressed up.

"Bcci, Faisal ... Faisal, you always make trouble and make us start to get fed up" said the sister-in-law.

Prang, rudely and deliberately mother-in-law dropped the plate. Sangar's face seemed to hold back anger, I who glanced at him so bowed did not dare to look back.

"You're a man can be a dick no, sedikiiit only. What time is it? Do you want us to starve to death, huh?"

"Surely you really do want to not bother cooking anymore. Intentionally, right? Wh why? Is it no longer comfortable here? If you can't take it anymore, you can put your feet up now," he's been ruthless.

Want to answer, but unfortunately he who is emotional always delay this mouth to speak up too.

"Basar a moron. Oh God, what sin did I commit, so having a ghost is not good at everything."

"Then again, are you tired of living here, huh? If so, take all your clothes and get out of here."

"Sorry, Mom."

It is always what comes out of the mouth.

"Sorry .. Sorry, good. If we really die of hunger, you'd be happy to be free and not be made a lackey here again?" say husband sister-in-law.

"Yes, here. Is it not deliberate, so that he can relax is not treated as a maid again," cymbat his wife who followed accused.

Like a hypnotized person, submissive, afraid, always silent and succumbed when trampled on dignity as a man. Whether or not to hold back this fiery flare of anger, which clearly gradually began to accumulate emotional embers.

"Oh, you guys are nothing, in the morning it's always a storm. Wonder right, you guys love emotions." Anissa approached.

Her pretty face was not bored I kept looking at her. He's the only one who keeps me inside this house. Maybe I have been blinded by love, so that the stone of any kind of insult, can't help refuting them.

"This is it, look! Your husband wants to make us all starve to death," replied the in-laws, pointing to the empty table.

"Hhh, why don't you look for the reason first. This is 'the result, if your mouth likes to nag, and does not want to find a solution," Relieved if Anissa defended.

All speechless. Anissa often makes everything silenced, can not answer anymore. Maybe the effect of his salary is the greatest alone, so it's all like there's fear. If my wife does not give rations, maybe this family will not meet all the needs. Want to rely on the husband of sister-in-law, guaranteed to eat white rice only.

"Do you know that Arvin was hot last night? No, huh? So do not fuss, dizzy look at it! And it's possible that Mas Faisal was late for the Arvin's overnight cooking. If you're counting on me, you won't be able to, because I need to sleep for work, too, and definitely connect your lives, okay?" He seems to be starting to get emotional too.

"Hehehe, sorry, Nis. We don't know," The voice of Sister-in-law's husband was segegesan.

"Last night you heard a little boy crying," his wife nodded, feeling ashamed of herself.

"How do you feel, huh? We also need breakfast. If he cooks now, it'll be a long time. You know your own stomach won't be strong if you hold on hungry."

"Huuff, you just buy food for them, Mas. I want to hurry up and go to work now. It's late, right."

"Yes, we're out there!" saut Sister-in-law.

Anissa started kissing our hands one by one. I was just gawking and confused, because who wants to use the money who bought it, because the wife immediately went away.

"Why are you silent. Go there! Buy food."

"But, Mum. The money?"

"Use your money first, owe." He answered really.

"Well, I'll buy it now."

After all, work for two days downstairs just to buy breakfast. Surely if the same rice sambal just do not want. Do not want to get nagged again, then exaggerate the side dishes such as tofu, tempeh, and fish.

"Hhh, fate. Always apes really!" complaining does not accept.

Four packs of rice kutenteng with heavy steps. A salary of one hundred thousand, leaving only thirty thousand more. Fatty squeeze sweat while betting sick children, only exhausted a blink of an eye for the sake of buying breakfast alone.