IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
The Story of A Moy
"Mom!"
"Eh, yes, dear. What's up?"
"May I sleep with Om Tito and Om Yoyo?"
"Well, that's the new one too."
A moy smiled as he lifted his son's body. Shortly thereafter Binbin joined and chose the fall with his head in the lap of A win, the birth mother.
"Binbin wants to sleep with Om Tito and Om Yoyo too?" asked A zia who was sitting right near Binbin's leg stretched out.
"Yes, Mom. I'd like to be taught to fight" Binbin replied after removing the milk bottle.
"Who's fighting?" tanya A win with a face looks surprised to hear the words of her son. So too with the others.
"Yes, let's just protect Mommy from getting beaten up by Daddy."
The deg!
The six women there were so shocked to hear the honest words of a five-year-old. A win rubbed his son's cheeks gently. He did not expect his son to still hold bad memories one year ago before A win divorced his father Binbin.
The six women in the house had a painful marriage. In addition to the third person, among them there is also a place for betting and revenge. There is also an ex-husband living an abnormal life and married only to cover the disgrace of the man.
Six women who are brought together by fate choose to live together under one roof because of the same destiny and interrelated work.
"If the child asks to sleep with his guard, what should not be in the child's room with an additional mattress, Moy?" ask a win.
"Can be arranged about that. What it was just now. In the child's room there is also a sofa that can be converted into a bed, right?" reply A moy.
"Ah yes, there is."
"Well, whoever please call them."
"Let me, brother," said A mey, then he just walked out of the room.
Meanwhile in the garden behind the house, Tito and Yoyo were also sitting together with Bibi Sri and Bibi Nur, conversing. There is already a lot they discuss, from work experience to stories in their respective villages. Because they live in the same province, sometimes they chat using their respective regional languages. Although the language style is different, their chat is still connected because it uses Javanese dialect.
"Yes not yet, in three months, just one year to work here" replied the thirty-four-year-old woman.
"Well, if it's Bibi Nur anyway?" tanya Titi is getting curious. While Yoyo listened more while holding a jar filled with nuts.
"If I had been almost four years old. This was not the home of Miss A moy" replied the thirty-six-year-old.
"Who does this belong to?"
"This house used to belong to her uncle Miss A moy, but since Miss A amoy divorced, a year ago. This house was bought by her parents Miss A moy, and her mother moved to Europe."
"That means Miss A moy is a widow not long ago, Bi?" yoyo asked now. However, he is also curious about his employer's personal life.
"Yes about a year ago, Mis A moy only lived with Zoe here. There is still me, Mr. Li, and Mr. Yoko guarding the gate. Two months later another friend of mine came and lived in this house. That's why one month later, Aunt Sri came in here."
Everyone saw a mangosteen. Yoyo again threw a question. "Auntie knows? Why are they all widows?"
"Yes knows less. I'm just telling you the story of Miss A moy. The others I don't dare to find out."
"Oh, that's it, Bi," said Tito, and Bibi Nur seemed to nod. "Oh yes, Bi. There was a black car in front of Binbin and Zoe's school. Miss A ling said, it was Zoe's father's car, but she didn't come down and greet her son that way, weird right?"
Aunt Sri smiled cynically. "Where dare he meet his son."
"Who? How come? Why, Bi?" cerca Tito is getting curious. And Yoyo and Bibi Sri.
"Zoe was traumatized when he saw his father's face. Mr. Darren, Zoe's father was influenced by his affair that Zoe wasn't his real son."
"Geez!"
"And worse, every time his father was angry, Darren did not hesitate to scream in front of Zoe's face and accused her that Zoe was not his son."
"Well!"
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