
Not felt, exactly on this day one year has Bulromi become a nomad since the first time he worked here, leaving his son and wife.
That means tomorrow is the 12th time Bulromi will go home to miss.
Their economic situation has improved..At least never again children and his wife fasted, and never again when the morning just gulp water jug, now the child and his wife can sleep on the mattress, and the,no need to be into the dark, because Bulromi is able to install electricity, little by little improve the condition of the house, no more hollow walls, weathered stairs, and leaking precarious.
All that makes Bulromi feel very grateful, not only about the sustenance that never broke, but also about the trust of Mr. Rudi who always entrusts new projects to him.
Tonight, Bulromi can not close his eyes, impatient to meet his son and his wife is already in the ubun.
Tomorrow, early in the morning He will return, even if only 2 days, still it is a beauty that cannot be exchanged for anything in this world.
His longing was so hot and peaking.
Many times Bulromi smiled in a lying condition hugging a bolster pillow.
"Mak....Mar.tomorrow we meet"
His whispers were softened and then dissolved in a deep.
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"Sir, late next month, that means Bak's coming home, right??"
Mar asked, with sparkling eyes.
"Yes, may there be no obstruction on the road, so that Bak arrives safely"
"Aamiin..."
Answer Mar who is folding clothes.
"Mar, yesterday I saw Risman go alone with Asiyah, they met at the end of the front road"
Mar who heard his mother's words, then stopped her fold.
"Maybe I saw it wrong,,"
"How come Mar, I'm not sure.that's them, are you really with Risman in a relationship or just a friend?"
Mar was shocked to hear his mother's question,
It's not like he's close to Risman right now.
Risman is a close male friend of his over the last 4 months.
Their introduction started from a teenage event at the wedding reception Tini ,Risman one of the guests present, he was one village with Tini, more precisely his neighbor.
Risman worked as a factory worker.
Risman's good and gentle attitude, make Maryati captivated.
Risman has also often come to visit Mar's house, so know the masing, and had also met with Bulromi, when his father Maryati came home.
However, regardless of why hearing her mother's words just made Maryati doubt Risman's loyalty, her heart also heated up, and Mar also seemed to feel the betrayal of her friend Asiyah.
"Mar...!!, why do you daydream"
Masning patted the shoulder of Maryati who had been silent from earlier.
"Eh anu Mak, that's all right"
Maryati answered nervously and misbehaved.
"Then you haven't answered Mak's question"
"Eh...What Mak?...Um...which one?
Mar's getting clumsy.
"What is your relationship with Risman?"
"Oh.that,,anu.it's just friends.iya just friends"
"Ehm.Good then, I thought you were dating"
Tok..button.tok..!
The door of Maryati's house is knocking,
Maryati was so sure that came was Risman, because as usual Risman will visit Mar's house every night after Sunday.
"There's a guest Mar..."
Masning.
"Sstttttt..."
Maryati hustle lay her index finger in front of her mouth, then approached her mother.
"Sir, when Risman comes, say I'm not home"
Mar whispered a little.
"Loch..why?"
"Ehm.gak pa Mak, say that"
Mar immediately hid behind the wall of the room his father had just made last month.
Masning responded to his daughter with a nod and then moved to open the door.
A moment after the door opened, in front of her a young man, he was Risman.
"Night buk.., the Mar is there?"
Risman asked with a friendly smile.
"Night.wah..Ris, it just so happens that Mar just went earlier to pick up his uncle."
"Oh.yeah, if that's what I'm saying I'm going home Buk"
"Wouldn't you go in Ris?"
"Other times just Buk, excuse me"
"Oh yeah, I'll tell you later if Risman comes here"
As soon as the door closed, Mar ran out of the room, and then peeked out of the window of his House.
He saw, Risman did not go home but turned to the House of Asiyah, and it turned out that Asiyah had been sitting sweetly on the steps of her house waiting for Risman.
With a very furious feeling, Maryati opened the door of her house and quickly went down the stairs,
Mar sneaked under Asiyah's stage house, to eavesdrop on the talk of two lovebirds who Mar suspected of betraying her.
Maryati vegetables began to hear the conversation of the two lovebirds, sometimes accompanied by jokes that made them laugh crisply.
"Ehm...Risman's sister just said Mar wants to come here?"
"No, he's not home"
"Oh..but tomorrow-tomorrow say?"
"Yes don't donk yah, let this be our secret"
"What if Mar gets angry??"
"He won't know"
"Sister Risman likes me??"
"You're beautiful.who doesn't like you, and I'm one of them.."
"Ah sister can seduce her"
"Hehe"
Laughter from both of them, making Mar annoyed, his heart was already sick, his hands clenched furiously.
For a moment he thought, what will he do on these two lovebirds.
After a while, Mar smiled mischievously,
In a moment, prosperity rose and stirred.
Mar walked slowly up the stairs of the house of Asiyah, then took the shoes of Risman, then next to the slippers belonging to Asiyah, Mar took them down and threw them in the bush behind the house Asiyah.
Mar, ruffled waist then laughed amusedly.
"Huh.rasain you two, this is a reply to a traitor."
she said slowly, while running back to her house.
Two hours passed..
There was noise from the direction of the house of Asiyah,
Maryati peeked back out of the window,,
they were busy looking for Risman's shoes.
Maryati laughed again this time curled up even harder,
then finally, go back into the room,
Arriving inside the room, Maryati sighed deeply.
"Thank God, you have pointed out that Risman is not a good man, and I'm sorry for my mischief tonight, Aamiin.."
Mar rubbed his face with both of his palms.
His smile returned, especially when remembering that tomorrow his father will go home, his miss will be treated soon.
Mar wants to fall asleep quickly, so that the morning comes sooner so that he will meet his greatest man, his best man.
Only his father was his true love, who never cheated and hurt his heart.
Connect**