Mr Love Love
Angry (Sabina)

In three hours I have to go to Mama's house. Three hours ago he called and asked me to visit the Wijaya Mansion, or rather the house where I spent half of my life.

To be honest since last night I missed Mama so much, I wanted to sleep on her lap. Unfortunately, I can't do that because there is currently Mas Araf by my side. No matter how bad I am, I can't depend on Mama anymore because I don't want to make her fret about my problems. Or rather I do not want to make Mama sad because of the presence of Morgiana in the midst of my household life.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

My shady Netra stared intently at the door, I'm sure it was Madam Tuti who called me for breakfast.

A breakfast?

Haha! It's not breakfast anymore because it's the third time, for some reason since my pregnancy, I'm so hungry, but Fatimah can't smell anything that comes from the kitchen. Really I'm the opposite, I can't get away from food, even now my weight is up about four kilos. And of course it's not a big deal, either for me or for Mas Araf.

"Lake in!"

A second later the smile of Mbak Tuti filled my sense of sight.

"Mrs... The sandwich that Madam asked for I had prepared on the table. Oh yes, one more. Earlier, Mr. called, he said, if Madam so go to the house of Bu Nani, he had prepared a gift in his study. Mas Amri's downstairs, he's gonna drop off Madam." Tuti said as soon as he stood not far from the bed where I lay.

"All right, I'll be right down. Ask Amri to enter the gift that has been prepared Mas Araf." Reply while getting out of bed.

It didn't take long, now that I was downstairs, sitting sweetly while enjoying the sandwich Tuti prepared. Really, it was so delicious that I didn't realize I had finished two pieces, and now there was another one left, when I wanted to enjoy the last piece on the plate, or rather the third piece, or rather the third piece, netraku caught the sad face of Rima standing behind the kitchen curtains. I don't know what the reason for that sweet boy, which he obviously looked so scared.

"Rima, baby. What are you doing there, son? Come, come. We eat together!" I said as I walked closer to Rima.

There was no word from the sweet boy, he just stood still, but his head was drowned limp.

"Hay, what's wrong? What makes you so sad? Is your mother scolding you? Just look, Brother will scold him back." My words are full of emphasis. I was just trying to comfort the sweet boy so as not to feel sad anymore.

"Miss, Rima's been acting weird since last night. He didn't eat anything this morning. He just keeps apologizing for reasons I don't know." Tuti said while pouring mineral water in a glass located on the table.

"Come, come here." I held onto Rima's little jamari and led her walking with me towards the living room sofa.

"Mbak Tuti, get some food for Rima." I said as I stroked the sweet boy's innocent face.

"Sweet sister, Rima's not hungry."

"Beautiful sister won't talk to you again if you don't eat." I forced.

"I've forced him Madam, but this brat won't even listen to his mother." Celoteh Tuti while putting a plate of fried rice Rima's favorite sausage.

"Ooo... So unbeknownst to me, you turned into a bad boy? Now there's no excuse, you have to finish the meal or pretty sister will never talk to you again." This time I looked at Rima with a sharp look, to make it look convincing, I even pinch Rima's little nose with anxiety.

"So, I'm not sorry if you did something wrong. Now tell me, why are you crying? I haven't even punished you for starving yourself."

"Sister can-tik doesn't need to apologize, which must be min-ta maafff it's the witch's sister." Reply Rima with tears.

Magician sister?

As soon as my memory remembers Morgiana, the witch's sister, that's the nickname Rima gave her. I don't know what bad behavior Morgiana did in front of this sweet boy until he was so hated.

"Honey, in our religion, we are encouraged to love one another, to repay evil with kindness.

We cannot hate others, nor can we hold grudges. Verily, Allah loves those who do good to him who do evil. Brother said like this so that you become a figure who does not hold grudges. The anger comes from Satan. While God? God loves those who are patient." I said long and wide.

"Now say, do you want God to love you for being patient, or do you want to be Satan's friend for indulging in lust and holding a grudge?" I asked as I took off Rima's embrace, now that sweet child looks calmer.

"Rima doesn't want to be Satan's friend, Rima promises Rima will be a good boy. It's just that witch's sister..." Rima's words were stuck in her throat, while her shady netra looked at me with a warning look.

"Why did you stop? Just tell me, pretty sister promised pretty brother wouldn't get mad!" Convince me.

"Beautiful sister should stay away from the witch's sister, she's not good, she's evil." Rima replied, this time with his head bowed.

"not good? Wicked? What's that supposed?" I asked with high level confusion.

"Sorry Madam, Rima must've misspoken, I'll take her." Tuti suddenly burst into our conversation that felt a little serious. Tuti tried to forcefully pull Rima's arm, but I firmly brushed her hand away, trying to prevent Rima from leaving.

"Say, Son? What's problem?" I asked again with a trembling voice. I'm sure Rima must have known something that escaped my sight. .

Sabina, hold your anger. Do not let anger blind your heart and mind. I muttered in my heart as I waited for what words would come out of the lips of the sweet boy next.

"Beautiful sister, actually during the party last night, when Rima saw the beautiful sister fall, Rima also saw the magician Brother smile, she stepped on the robe that Big Brother was wearing from behind, she said, and it made Brother fall, thankfully Master doctor can catch Big Brother so that the baby's grandpa is not hurt."

The duarrrrrrrr!

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, my entire body stiffened. I taught Rima to be patient, this time it was me who really couldn't do it. My blood was boiling, hearing Rima's words made me want to beat Morgiana.

I looked at Rima's face while trying to hold back the turmoil in my heart, in fact it could not take away my anger. A second later I got up from my seat and walked with all my might towards the front yard where the car was parked.

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