I'm the One You're wasting
Endang Si Spicy Mouth

"Assalamualaikum" said Arash when he was standing in front of the main door that was slightly open. He was sure if the main door was open there were sitting casually in the living room. He said hello first before entering.

Surely it did not sound long from within. "Waalaikumsalam," replied Alma who was sitting in the living room while playing a flat bed. "You just got home, where have you been?" ask her directly to her sister. Because he's the kind of man who always kepo.

"From the house of Witma. Brother," he answered honestly. Because he can't hide anything from Alma except about his current feelings for Witma. That's what he can't tell Alma because he wants to wait for the right time first.

Alma who heard the name Witma called by Arash immediately turned her face towards the door where Arash was still standing there. "Witma that left you? Only for the sake of a man who has no equal at all to you." In addition to kepo he also has a spicy mouth more spicy than bon chili that is Alma Khanza, his brother Arash the only turns out they are only two brothers.

"Oh Allah, the mouth of Brother Alma. Don't say so no good tau," replied Arash.

Alma chuckled as she saw Arash's expression that had instantly changed after he said so. "The truth is, Witma chose the wrong man. That's why he's now a herbal medicine at a very young age."

"You guys? What the hell, brother?" asked Arash innocently.

"Young widow, Arash!" exclaimed Alma answered Arash's question with a shrill voice.

"Astagfirullah … ." Arash held her d*danya in shock. "Mama and Papa must have slept Brother, they must be surprised to hear the sound of Brother who looks like a new year trumpet," he continued.

"They will be more surprised, if they find out their favorite son is apparently his taste former people," said Alma who then ran because he knew in a moment Arash would lecture him.

"Using people or not, I don't care what matters is that Witma remains the champion in this heart until now." Arash answered in his mind.

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In a garden Witma was sitting under a shady tree while lamenting her fate. "What is the fault of the servant, so that You give this test repeatedly" he explained. "Is the world just a place where people like slaves suffer?" he continued to wonder to himself.

"You will be happy if you are married to your brother, Witma," said someone who had just come and immediately sat next to Witma. "Thank you brother as your husband, then this world will give you happiness through brother," continued Baron. Yes, it turns out that the male Baron is more suitable to be his father Witma.

Witma sighed, she felt Baron like a ghost could be everywhere including as now could find himself sitting in the park alone. "Sir Baron, what are you doing here?" ask her while shifting her sitting position a little.

Witma wants to bring a glass Baron to realize that he is really old. "Sorry sir, Witma wants to go home first because she will be looking for Tami." He said goodbye instead, rather than having to answer the question that came out of the mouth of the Baron. "Witma goes du—" Witma's sentence was interrupted when Baron suddenly just held her wrist.

"Don't keep avoiding my brother, Witma. Don't you feel sorry for the brother who's been waiting too long?"

Witma tried to remove the grip of Baron's hand from his wrist. "Sorry sir, someone will see. They could be wrong pa—"

"It turns out your taste is now father-father yes, Witma." Endang was suddenly there immediately cut Witma's words. "You are great!" his praise. "Love does not look physical but looks at the color of the money, and can also distinguish between motorcycles and cars," he continued, who thought Witma had something to do with Baron.

"Mom, what you said is not true. Witma and Mr. Baron have absolutely nothing to do." Witma explained to Endang.

Endang looked at Witma cynically. "There's no relationship, but why do you look like a couple right now?" tanyanya while giggling amusedly. "They were not wrong, they divorced you. Because it's your true nature this way where you look the same much older," he mocked.

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Witma ran home with tears that continued to flow more and more, the insults that came out of the mouth of her former father-in-law made her heart now back like slashed a dagger. "O Allah, it hurts this heart when it hears every sentence that comes out of the mouth of the mother Endang" he murmured softly. He increasingly feels that the world is getting increasingly not cool anymore for him. "True, only the mother of the woman who sincerely loves Witma who never made this heart hurt both with attitude and words." He continued running until he accidentally hit Fatimah who was currently sweeping on the front porch of his house.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Witma. It's a good thing that you didn't fall" Fatimah said, holding her shoulder which hurt a little. Because it was knocked over by Witma's body.

"Sorry, Brother Fatimah. I didn't mean it" said Witma, who was now looking down so Fatimah wouldn't see her crying. "I was completely unintentional, brother." He was growing low when he felt that Fatimah was watching him.

"If you have a problem, just tell your sister who knows you can help" Fatimah said in a soft voice. He is indeed a good brother-in-law unlike most of the other sisters out there, who feel happy if their sister-in-law is in a bad state as Witma is currently experiencing.

"It's okay, brother, I'm fine. Then I go in first," she said in a trembling voice because she felt even more sad when she realized that the nature and character of Fatimah was almost the same as Ratih.

Fatimah sighed she knew that Witma would never want to be frank with her about what had happened, considering that her sister-in-law was a little closed to anyone but Ratih, her late mother-in-law who turned out to have returned to the lap of the khalik already this week.

"May that happiness come soon to you," muttered Fatimah as she continued to look at the back of Witma who was increasingly walking away from her.