FORCED CHEATING
39BOLU GOSONG AND BOWL OF BOILED NOODLES

Via. He really did not want to add to the burden of his brother's mind, but he was unable to keep his wounds alone.

“Iya, Mbak.” Sahut Via lirih. “Mas Mirza caught cheating.

‘What?” Tia half-cried in surprise. “Vi, you're no longer kidding, are you?” Tia stared straight at the two beads of eyes as she searched for the truth.

Via just shook his head slowly, as soon as his tears spilled. Tia embraced Via's body with her right hand.

The sisters kept quiet for a while, while Ica looked sleepy in Tia's lap. Apparently the incident he saw earlier made him lazy so lulled in his mother's lap, even though it was still morning to take a nap.

“No need to tell anything if you are not ready to tell Mbak, Vi.” Tia rubbed Via's arm.

“Ngak, Ma'am. I came here because I needed a friend to talk to. I don't know who else I want to tell when I'm not going to Tia.” Lirih Via among his sobs.

Slowly Tia brought the sleeping Ica to bed. Ica immediately hugged her favorite bolster. Tia took Via to the living room.

“Mbak ready to listen, Vi.”

With a very sick feeling Via tells from the beginning to the end of the chronological Mirza caught cheating.

“So you don't know who that woman is?” Ask Via.

“Mas Mirza doesn't want to say.”

Tia took a deep breath. Clasped it tightly to his sister's fingers to give strength.

"Mbak has no right to interfere in your affairs, but advised Mbak if you still love Mirza you must maintain your household.”

“No idea, Ma'am.” Via lets go of his grasp and throws a glance out the window of Tia's tiny rented house. “After this incident, it feels like my trust in Mas Mirza has worn off. I don't know if I still love him.”

Tia noticed her brother's usually happy face now look moody. How not, Via and Mirza rarely have problems in his family, even arguably almost no maslah means. Even if there is it may be because Miss Een Mirza's mother is too cute on Via. But now, once got into a big head-on problem. Their households were hit by a huge wave.

Via was still looking out the window looking at the leafy banana wobbling called the breeze, but Tia knew Via's mind was not going there. I don't know what he's thinking, maybe he's busy weighing his own feelings for Mirza.

“Vi, have you had breakfast?” Tanya Tia tried to divert her mind Via. He did not want his first brother to be too late in grief.

“Udah, Ma'am. I drank tea.” Via looked too.

“Cock just drink tea? Mbak happened to make cakes again, there is a pesenan for later in the afternoon. Mbak fetch ya make you breakfast.”

“No need, Ma'am. I'm not hungry yet.”

“You don't get sick, Vi. You understand how you feel, but you must not forget your own health. Rest assured, your problem must have its way.”

Via nodded while forcing to smile. “Still yes, Ma'am.”

“And one more, you don't tell anyone about this problem. Because your husband's disgrace is your disgrace too.”

“Yes, I get it, Ma'am.” Once again Via reviewed the thin smile on his tired face. “Mbak Tia is great, I salute Ma'am. Ma'am Tia can be as patient as this facing mother and Mas Arya for many years. Ahh, can I be like Ma'am Tia?” Via leaned his head on Tia's shoulder.

Tia rubbed her sister's hair sincerely. Via was very comfortable in her brother's affection, for a long time she was not spoiled like this to Tia. The last time he confided in Tia while crying while still in High School because of being scolded by Bu Harni.

“To be great we don't need to be anyone else, Vi. Every problem that God gives must have been prepared as well as the way out.”

“I'm not sure my problem has a way out, Ma'am.”

Tia held Via's head up from her shoulder and held both of Via's cheeks facing her.

“You can't say that. Your household now depends on your decision. But you don't be too hasty in making decisions, don't use emotions. Ask your little heart, what do you want with Mirza after this?”

Via gamang, he immersed his face into Tia's arms. “If I could be like Mbak Tia.” Sluggishly.

“Vi, didn't you just say? Not necessarily you can if tested with problems that Mbak natural, so not vice versa. Our lives have their own sizes. You have to be strong, yes. Mbak will always be there to support whatever your decision.” Once again Tia gently rubbed Via's hair.

Via tightened his embrace. For him, it feels more comfortable to tell Tia than to his mother, because if the story to Bu Suharni must only add to the problem.

They let go of hugs because they smelled the smell of a scorch from the kitchen.

“Wah! I forgot to roast the sponge again!” Tia immediately ran into the kitchen turning off the stove and opening the oven tangkringnya .

“Yeah, charred all yes, Ma'am? I'm sorry yes, because I vent over time so gosong deh cake.” Tia felt very guilty looking at the two black-brown fur pan that was now on the table.

Tia smiled broadly. “Means this is the rejection of the neighbor cat.”

“Hah? What is the cat, Ma'am? Does a cat eat sponge?” Via frowned in wonder.

“Cat era now that you know.”

Via is still not out of thought. “But it's still edible, Ma'am. It's just the edge that's charred. “ Said Via, then dicuilnya the scorching sponge. “Huft! Hot!” Via blew his heated finger.

“Yes, it has just been lifted. How about, anyway?” Tia just grinned about her sister's behavior.

“Sayang, Mbak. Don't throw it all away yeah.”

“That means you're the same as your neighbor's cat.” Seloroh Tia's. “Makanya next time if you want to confide in mamah Dedeh aja.” Tia continued with a grin and then took a knife to slice the sponge.

Via just smiled. He really felt bad, how much capital Tia had spent for the two sponge baking pans. Via knew the circumstances of his brother, but he even messed it up so that the sponge was charred. But Tia could still smile, no regrets on the look on her face. Via was more and more amazed with his brother.

“I helped make the balls yes, Ma'am? How many more are unfinished?” Via initiates to offer.

“Ah, easy it.” Tia flicked her hand and carried the piece of sponge outside the back door.

“Ehh, Ma! Want to take it to the cake? Don't throw!” Sergey Via wants to take a sponge plate.

“You make Cimon. Why emang? It will still exist if you want .”

Via undoes his intentions. Sliced the edge of the scorched sponge and after it felt quite cold to feed the still good sponge into his mouth. It's really good to taste. Tia came back from outside and saw Via eating the sponge solemnly. Tia smiled feeling a little relieved, at least now Via was willing to eat even though it was a charred sponge.

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Mirza woke up in the afternoon. He looked down at his tired forehead. His eyes swept across the house. Slender.

Mirza headed to her room, then slowly knocked on the door of her room.

“Honey, you're awake, right?” Ask Mirza slowly.

There is no lawfulness.

Mirza tried knocking.

Tok

Tok

Tok

“Honey, once again Mas apologise profusely. You come out yeah, don't be like this. We talk about this matter well” Mirza seduces with a soft voice.

Still quiet, no answer.

Mirza snorted, wasting a rough breath. It turns out that last night wasn't enough for Via to lock himself up. Mirza came down the stairs with a wedge and sat back on the sofa in the middle room. Bengong for a few seconds before then he remembered on his phone.

If Via still doesn't want to talk to him, then he'll try to talk through whatapp.

“Huh! Die again!” Mirza was annoyed and searched for a charger near the TV.

After her phone had charged enough battery, Mirza immediately turned it on.

Ting

Ting

Tungs

Sleepless

Cluck

Clutches

His phone immediately sounds a lot. Some messages seemed to rush in and want to be read immediately. The message of the Word is certainly the most. The man flocked Mirza with his silly questions as to why Mirza didn't come to join the kongkow together yesterday.

[Word: Where are you anyway? Don't tell me not to be a date because you want a donkey! It's still daytime tau!]

[Word: Cepetan, Woy! I'm shareloc at his place.]

[Firman: Lah, even in his death. Wow really-yes. You perverted Poppeye!]

Mirza jengah herself read the Word message. Then, hop! There's a message from Via. Mirza opened it immediately.

[My love: Mas, I'm going to Tia's Mom's place. Breakfast with your coffee I prepared at the dinner table]

Mirza's body immediately sagged onto the carpet on the floor.

"So from earlier I was tucked into the door of the room while persuading him that Via is not inside?" Mirza grumbled to herself.

But a moment later Mirza smiled. "Via is ready for coffee the same breakfast for me? He's not angry anymore, Jess! Oh, thank goodness."

Mirza walked towards the dining table to check out her breakfast menu still with a fluffy smile. But when he remembered something his smile immediately disappeared and he did not become breakfast.

"Don't I just go to ge er an aja if Via isn't angry anymore? Via right so, he still make me coffee and food even though angry again? Whoa, bener! I'm going to this ge er an! If he's not angry, surely he won't go to the house of Ma'am Tia right?" Mirza kept asking herself and answered herself.

Looks turn tangled. He ruffled his own hair which was from earlier already disheveled. Then typed a reply message for Via.

[Yes, honey. Thanks for the coffee and breakfast for you. I love you.]

Mirza pence send and breathe a sigh of relief. Long enough he stared at his screen waiting for the blue check mark on his message for Via, but never changed color as well as the two check marks.

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Via was busy helping Tia finish the cake for that afternoon order. Sometimes they tell stories about their childhoods who often play cookery, small laughter coloring their busy lives. For a moment Via forgot the problem, even to the point of not hearing the sound of incoming messages on his phone.

After Dzuhur the order cake is ready. Tia immediately told the cake-booker to take her home.

"That's what I want to do, ma'am. Isn't it good when the cake is even told to take it yourself?"

"No papa, Vi. The guy's good, it's a subscription too." Tia Sahut.

Not long after the cake made by Tia has been picked up by the buyer. Ica got up out of the room and whined for food.

"Oh my goodness, yes, baby. Sorry mother, from morning Ica haven't eaten yet?" Tia regretted her negligence.

"Come eat fried noodles, mother." Rajuk Ica's.

"Mother has vegetable soup."

Ica shakes. "Fried noodles pack eggs in the eyes of a lot of soy sauce." Said Ica steady.

"Yes, mommy made a minute, huh? Ica wait here with aunt Via." Tia raised the small body of Ica sitting beside Via. "Do you want to make noodles, Vi? You haven't eaten since morning?"

"May, if Mbak Tia doesn't mind, hehee... "

"hu! You're that!" Cibir Tia stopped and headed for the kitchen.

"You can request I want some boiled noodles, Ma'am!" Excited Via sonorous. "Pake egg half mateng same piece of cayenne pepper ya!" Its effects.

"Tante Via is still here? Not home in the morning, right?" Ask plain Ica.

"Kan aunty abis help mom make cake."

Ica's lips are rounded.

Before long Tia came to bring two bowls of boiled noodles and a plate of fried noodles that give off a distinctive aroma to make anyone who inhales the aroma could be a literate brim imagine its delicacy like an instant noodle ad in the TV screens in general are mostly.

"Order is ready, ready." Canda Tia while putting the bowl and plate on the table.

"Two stewed noodles anyway, Ma'am?" Tanya Via was somewhat astonished.

"Well, I want to eat too, are you a lager?"

Via just grinned to hear his brother's answer. The boiled noodles are presumably the most delicious boiled noodles in the history of Via life in the world. It sounds a bit more lebay. But that's the truth.

After putting down the last mouthful of his boiled noodles, Via immediately felt something had changed on him. Yes even though he did not turn into Iron Man kayak abis eating odading Mang By huh? But Via is like getting new energy and confidence. Via smiled with relief, though I don't know what for.

"Why are you smiling, Vi?" Tia asked suspiciously who had apparently been observing Via.

"Eh, no papa. The boiled noodles are delicious. Thanks, Ma'am." Via squeezing Tia's arm.

"Hem, there's gotta be something he wants." Tia Cibir.

"No! I'm sincere. Ma'am Tia is really a cook, boiled noodles can be as good as this taste." Via continued to praise his brother.

"What the hell? People just boil bentar kasih seasoning in order! Everyone can too, Vi! No need to be lebay ah." Said Tia while tidying up the messy Ica fried noodles.

"But I've never been this good at cooking boiled noodles."

"That's a sign that you feel better now than ever."

Via snuggled for a moment.

"Maybe yes." Mumbled.

*Tluwing Tluwing Tluwing Wing

Tluwing Tluwing Tluwing Wing Wings*

Hp Via reads. Via quickly retrieved it from inside his bag. It was a call from Riri.

"Yes, what's up, Ri?"

"Mak Via can't pick me up?" Ask Riri from across.

"Where are you?"

"In the city, Ma'am. This is the same meal-eating event the course management ngerayain graduation exam. Well, no one wants to go home, ma'am." Riri Papar.

"Well, who were you the same as? Don't bring your own motor?" Via was also astonished by his sister's behavior.

"Picked up, Ma'am. But my friend was in a hurry to go home because there was a sudden need."

"Your other friends?"

"Peace Ma'am, they're home far away if you have to nganterin me first, then even back and forth."

"Huh, basic! You're the same as your friend but not the same as me!" Dengus Via was annoyed.

Tia only listened to the chat via and Riri who sounded the goal, while Ica Cuek still ate her favorite fried noodles.

"Yes, Mommy? Can, right? Via is good!" Riri from across.

"Neither angkot."

"Huh! So much for you Via!" Riri murmur. "Hot, Ma'am. lama is also waiting. Later my skin is white beaming can be striped like a polkadot cow! Ah, pick it up, right? Can you, Ma'am? Could ya, could dong? You want it, you want dong?"

"Yes yes! Shitty!" Via nyerah also from the horrors of Riri's babbling mengingan he gave up.

"Yes! Okay, I'm waiting at the nostalgic coffee shop, Ma'am? No old ones!"

Click!

Riri immediately disconnected the unilateral connection, of course, did not know with the sudden change in the face of Via pias.

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