EXILED IN THE FAMILY
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Hearing what was said by Bima made Neli even more inflamed.

''Uh, you useless son-in-law, yes. Husband and wife alike, both like to argue the words of parents, so your lives are destitute!'' said Neli loudly with a waist rack. There was no complacency he insulted Dinda's little family.

''Astaghfirullah,'' Bima stroked his chest. However Neli was still his father-in-law, and he did not want to argue anymore, it felt useless, just a waste of time.

''You look for a janitor for Naira's party tomorrow, find five people, and you have to pay those people. But, don't you ever come to Naira's wedding. Just shy! Scream!'' Neli said again haughtily. Then after that he stepped his feet with wide footsteps leaving Dinda, Bima and Bunga who were still inexhaustible why Neli was so hearty with them. Even had time terbesit in the mind of Dinda, if he was not the biological child of the mother, he was, because basically there will be no parents who have the heart to say so cruel to their children and there will be no parents who make their own children like servants.

''Ya Allah. Forgive my Mama, Mas.'' Dinda felt guilty for Bima. He said with a glazed net.

''It's okay, Deck. We are used to being treated like this. No need to cry.'' Bima wiped away the tears of the wife who began to fall down her cheeks.

''Yes, Mas, '' Dinda replied in a hoarse voice.

After that, Dinda went home with Bunga. While Bima still remains in the base place, because his ketoprak still little left.

***

The next day, the neighbors are seen passing through Dinda's house, they wear their best clothes, go where else if not to go to Naira's wedding.

Last night Dinda was looking for five women who would be cleaning services at the wedding of Naira, women who are young widows around her house.

Dinda also directly paid the cleaning service last night, forced Dinda to open the savings they had collected to pay.

Savings are quite a lot, and the plan Bima will soon use the money to build a one-door shophouse and renovate their house to make it more comfortable.

Bima decided to take a holiday selling ketoprak, because he would take his son and wife for a walk. They will take a walk to the city center in the area where they live. Bima did not want to see Dinda and Bunga sad because he could not go to Naira's wedding, so he took the initiative to take his son and wife for a walk, so that his loved ones did not feel upset.

The three of them left for the city center using their motorbikes. The bike is still good because it is rarely used.

''Assyik, we can finally go for a walk, '' Flowers said in a cheerful tone of voice. His face was smiling happily. Her hair in the pigtails two fluttered in the wind.

''What will you buy later?'' ask Bima. The gaze of Bima's eyes focused forward looking at the highway, and occasionally he peeked at the head of the Flower, as the Flower sat at the front of the motor. Now they're on their way.

''What the hell, '' replied Flowers again. Dinda who sat behind Bima just silent, she listened to the small chatter between the child and her husband. The corner of his lips was drawn inwards, although in the corner of his heart there was pain when considering that at this time at home his parents were having a party and he should not be present there, he said, but as Dinda tries to enjoy her journey with her little family, she throws away her memories of Mama, Her Brother and Sister who never thought she existed, because it just makes him feel sick.

Not long after that they arrived in front of a three-story building. The building that sells everything inside of it.

They parked the motorbike in the parking lot, after which the three of them walked into the building that looked crowded with each other. Flowers were in the arms of the father, while Dinda wrapped her arms around the husband's burly arms. They look like a small family that is so harmonious. A happy smile emanated on his third face.

Bima invites Dinda into a store that sells a robe and hijab first, because Bima wants Dinda to add her collection of gamis and hijab for a change of clothes.

''Everything is good, Mas, I am so confused which one to take, said Dinda. Dinda was looking at the gamis attached to the mannequins and the gamis hanging on the hanger.

''Yes, take it all away, '' Bima's tease.

''Oh you, most if everything, Mas. Masir,''

''Hehehe ..'' Bima only uttered the wife's words with a small oddity.

''Mas,'' call Dinda again, she points out the colorful robe of a beautiful looking wardah.

''Take it, Dek.''

''But the price, ''' Dinda hesitated.

''It's all right. We can't be frugal very much. Sometimes buy something that can make us happy,''

''Okay, Mas.'' Say Dinda again. After that he asked the shopkeeper to pick up the game. Quickly the waiter took her and gave her to Dinda. Dinda tried the game in the dressing room, and when it was perfectly attached to her ideal body, she smiled happily, because she looked so graceful wearing it.

Bima and Bunga who saw also praised Dinda's beauty.

After that Dinda releases the robe again, she will immediately pay her to the cashier. Bima repeatedly asked that the wife buy some more gamis, but Dinda refused subtly. Dinda is not a typical woman who likes to spend, she will buy what she feels she needs.

''Buy clothes for flowers again, yes. Buy pink ones and big doll pictures, said Bunga when they came out of the store.

''Alright sweet boy,'' said Dinda. Dinda has lined up the paper bag. They've paid for the robe.

As they were about to walk into a clothing store that sold children's clothes, Dinda's body suddenly accidentally hit someone's body, until the person fell over because of it.

Dinda who felt so guilty quickly helped the person stand up.

''Forgive me, Mom.'' Dinda felt guilty. The person who was hit by her was a woman like her mother, a woman who wore covered clothes like herself.

''It's okay, Mother is also guilty because Mother who walked in a hurry, '' said the woman, she was still busy cleaning her hijab which was almost gone. After she finished cleaning her headscarf, the woman looked at Dinda. A woman who still looks beautiful at her age who is no longer young.

''O Allah, you, you ..'' the woman spoke with glazed netra, she repeated to Dinda's cheek with her hand. Dinda was astonished that the woman was looking at him so deeply. Bima is the same.

Seriate.