Heartless Love Srita
Early Attitudes of Divorce

"Assynolt...."

The sound of the door opening . Then I heard footsteps from outside. The waste that was in the kitchen got up and looked away from the connecting door to the kitchen.

"O.... You tho nduk" Sumpah said hello. Apparently Srita who just entered the house.

"Yes mba...." Srita answered briefly.

Sumpah resumed his activities in the kitchen. He still doesn't want to wonder about the trial. Srita went straight into the room.

"That's your mother coming home" Sewahan said to his two grandchildren.

"Mother home?" Srita's children rushed up to the room. They ran to see their mother.

"Mom... Mom's gone home. Where from, how long?" Marsa asked

"Mom....." Little raised his hand as if he wanted to be carried.

"What if Secil, tired mother you know" Srita ignored her son and headed to bed. He laid his body.

"Mommy has eaten? Sewage is cooking. Later when the mother's eyes have eaten yes" Marsa is attentive to her mother.

"Yeah..." Srita answered without seeing her son.

"Mom.... Carry" Again Secil extended his hand

"You played with your mother first. Mom's tired! Marsa, take your dick to play first"

"You're the same mom" Secil didn't want to be told to leave.

"Later. Mom's tired" Srita still does not press her son.

"You're the same mom...." Secil started whining.

"Come deck, play the same mbak" Marsa pulled his sister's hand.

The little boy complied with an unwilling face. He wants to be with his mother.

Marsa took her sister back to the kitchen. Continuing their previous activities is playing the remains of cooked vegetables Simbah.

"Sister wants to be with mom. But my mother said I was tired" Marsa explained.

"Yes already, play the same mbak just yeah. It's fried eggs. Later maem"

Srita kebangetan. Going from the morning, his son kangen really do not want to be taken care of first.

Spit talk in the heart.

She continued cooking while occasionally looking at her granddaughter. His heart was increasingly sad to think about the fate of his grandchildren who will soon be separated from each other. Life that has been fine even in lack will increasingly feel difficult.

Soon enough, Sambarah solved everything.

"Mother take a shower first. I want this Maghrib. Marsa, tell your mother you want the Maghrib, your sister hasn't been bathed" Sewan told Marsa.

Marsa obeyed Sewba's orders and rose to her mother's room.

"Mom...." Marsa went into the room. Seeing his mother who was lying while fiddling with his HP.

"There's no more Marsa!" srita's voice was slightly raised.

"Sister hasn't had a bath, Mom. I want the Maghrib" answered Marsa

"You can bathe your sister first. You are already a big man, Marsa. Go take care of your sister first. Mother is still being taken care of. Just disturb you!" srita's voice is rising.

He was in communication with Bagito, they were happy because of today's court decision. From then on his HP did not come off. I feel like I'm not patient with each other.

"But Ma'am, it was Sewah who told me to tell mom" Marsa replied again

Srita got up from the bar.

"Marsa! You're a mother's son. Same with mom! Just now, bathe your sister first!" Srita pushed Marsa out of the room.

Marsa went from the front door to the kitchen.

"Said mother was still taken care of Mbah, so I was told to bathe sister" Marsa replied lethargicly.

"The badass of your mother. I want the Maghrib. Yes, let's take a shower. Let's shower your sister"