
During the day, because he was hungry, Dinda put rice, fried chicken and a little sambel into his plate. He will eat for a while, recharge his energy to continue the work that will not be exhausted.
The mothers who helped Dinda cook were already at home, because soon Zuhur time will come. The mothers had brought some fried chicken to their house, because when Dinda offered them to eat, they refused. As a result, Dinda gave them a hand in the form of fried chicken, because if not given, Dinda felt bad for them, because they had helped.
''Eating her don't eat much,'' suddenly the sister makes a sound. My brother just entered the kitchen. Dinda who was just about to feed the food into her mouth became snarled. He looked at Naira.
''You are getting more and more outrageous days, Naira, '' said Dinda with a tight chest. Indeed, he strongly condemned the attitude of Naira who never respected her at all as a sister.
''Who said Naira was right, Dinda. Later the side dish is not enough for the guests who come, not only the large family of Naira's future husband who came, but our close relatives also want to come, ''' the mother chimed in to defend Naira. Naira smiled victoriously hearing the mother defending herself. The woman who was no longer young saw the fried chicken contained in a large glass plate, then she said again, This is the chicken why so little gini? Did you pack some of it for you to take home? For you to feed your poor husband! Since you guys must rarely eat fried chicken, it's really sad!'' the mother looked at Dinda suspiciously. Found the attitude of the mother who was also so outrageous in accusing her, making Dinda's appetite evaporate just like that. Now, he did not want to eat anymore, because he was full with painful words that the mother and sister hurled for him. Really, this time Dinda felt that her mother and sister had been completely outrageous in insulting her, let alone her mother also carrying the name of the husband in the conversation just now. Dinda felt her hard work in helping cook and clean the house was not appreciated at all.
''Here, take it all! I'm not eating. Mama don't accuse me just anyone. A few pieces of fried chicken I gave to the mothers who helped me earlier. I haven't tasted this fried chicken at all and neither have I wrapped the fried chicken for me to take home. Never mind wrapping, the thought of taking it is not!'' racau Dinda with glazed netra. He placed a plate containing his food on the table, then after that he walked with wide footsteps leaving the kitchen.
''I want to go home. Tell Naira to continue her work, isn't this her application?! In the past, when Mas Bima was going to apply for me, all my own work was ready and finished without any help from you.'' Dinda said without fear. This time his emotions really can't be contained anymore.
Hearing what Dinda said, made Naira and her Mama pias. They do not want to dirty their hands with the work that is in the kitchen. They regretted that they had made Naira angry.
''If you dare to go home now, then in the future you should never step foot in this house again, Dinda!'' threaten your mom, intentionally. So that Dinda doesn't come home.
Dinda did not heed the threat of her mother at all, she kept stepping her feet away dead people who could never appreciate her. Family, but it feels like the cruelest enemy.
Seriate.