Mrs. Cute Alshaf's
The arrival of the husband
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“Hachim!”
“kan, right. Mom says ma—“
“Hachim!” For the many times I returned to sneezing, fortunately the cold had subsided yesterday, and now there are only traces. “Mother don't talk first, later nose Tone itchy again ..” Whine, and immediately put yourself in the blanket and then pull the body of the mother to lie in bed together. One of my habits is being sick.
Mother said, her hands began to stroke the hair I had cut to short. I think I'm wasting shit and bad memories. Speaking of bad things, I remember what happened two weeks ago when I went to my best friend and boyfriend's wedding. Strangely, now the feeling of love for Zafa which was once so big has now disappeared somewhere. Maybe I'm numb.
“Udah mother said, do not go home alone. Wait for his manager Nada, no need to rush.” Mother's advice suddenly. “Until Indonesia even rained again. Do not realize what if sick like long?”
“Sorry to make it difficult mother.”
Mother disagreed, She pulled my face that was sinking on her neck. “No at all yes, sister! Mother said that means that you are more loving to yourself. Do not also you come to a guy who does not know himself rich Zebra!”
Oh, it seems like you also already know the news of the betrayal I experienced. I thought, 'cause, he didn't know because he didn't discuss anything or wonder why I came home to Indonesia a month ahead of plan or about me burning all the things that ever had memories between me and Zafa is in it.
“Name as Zafa, not Zebra,” Error.
“Hus! What's so talking about her rich sissy? So disgusted!”
I chuckle at hearing it. It's been a long time to not hear the talk of not liking an mother to others. Or feel directly the abundant affection for me who likes to ignore it.
“Omong-by ..” Instantly I felt a strange air begin to envelop the room that was being inhabited by my mother and I. If you have started the word ‘by-mong’ means there will be a lazy thing I ba—
“Cowok which interstates Whose sleep time?”
- hot.
Can I just run away this time? Because I don't know the answer either. That day I just hugged people at home. Absolutely no matter who he is, the most important thing is that my sadness subsides. But it seems .. I'm starting to regret it.
Brakes
Bugs
“Tone! Si Zafa read .. wah.” The stammering words spoken by Sifa, managed to make the mother immediately rise from her sleep.
Never mind, there will be a new commotion after this.
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“I don't give your permission to meet my daughter.” Mother's voice sounded when I had just stepped on the ground floor of the house. I could see that there was a form of Zafa soaring with the mother blocking the path of Zafa before him.
“You do not have any right to talk even look at each other with my daughter, I will not give permission!” Mother began to raise her tone of speech. My body began to tremble and riled, afraid of what would happen after this. Remember if Zafa and mother both have high egos.
I'm Sifa's lyrics. “Lo anyway, wear yell all. See, they both are fighting arguments now,” my fault for this black hijab woman who also panicked. “Ya sorry, Da. I'll call Deril's brother, please, send him here!” I immediately looked surprised at his collar. “Kalo is the big deal right away. Let me just move forward.”
To be honest my body was still limp, but I had to force it to walk towards the mother who was standing by the door. Like a hero I was standing in the middle between the two of them who instantly vanished his arguing voice.
“Bun .. already. Login, let's Na—“
“Gak, no, no! You're the one who came in, don't get near this jerk Zebra!” Mother's hand immediately pulled my right arm and hid my body behind Mother's tiny body. Because of the height of the mother, I can still see Zafa from behind here. The man .. I don't know what he's going to talk about after two weeks, after it broke me, I'm so heartbroken, after making me as much as possible should look fine when it feels like my soul seems lost direction. What does he want from within? My feelings of disbelief have been taken, my feelings of love have also been exhausted in him. Then, what else is—
“Sana go, and no longer-”
“Why should I go?” Zafa's voice started to sound cold. I'm not sure everything's gonna be okay. “Supposed aunt also has no right to interfere in my affairs with Nada, which is limited to only stepchildren aunt.” I was surprised, really surprised by the evil words to mother. Not yet there my surprise, Zafa spoke again. “Tante with me is also the same position. Equally the people who once made Nada slumped.”
“Soaring, Bun.” This time there was no resistance from Mother. I face his body. Staring into those eyes somehow I really want to poke. “What? So polite you say to my mother?”
“Language, Na.”
“Fuck, Dog, Pig, Shucks, Tai, shit! You have no control over me anymore, Zafa. Want me any time to say rude, you have no right to ban me.” I brushed off his arm that would reach my finger. “Now also you go from my house!”
“Na, na please ..” I kept trying to push him out, though my limp still rebelled when suddenly Zafa's hand would hug the errata he tried to raise my face and wanted to make our lips touch. “Lease!” but he refused to follow my wish. When we were only two feet away, Mother came. In the next second, Zafa slaps received from the mother. “Out. I can report you to the court.” Mother's words were so sharp to hear. But strange. That doesn't scare Zafa at all.
“Come, Na! Follow me. I explained everything that happened!” Maddened. I think Zafa has been detected insane. Just look, this guy's husband even pulled my hand back when it was mother and Sifa prevented. Not to mention I tried to escape but failed. Until my body was outside the house, Zafa still pulled me. I saw there was a wooden broom that Mr. Ujang used to clean up the dry leaves that fell, leaning against the wall of the garage. With a quick movement I took the broom and it was smashed into Zafa's head until the handle came off.
“Tone!” I ran towards my mother. But it hasn't happened yet. My body had been flipped over and the burly hand that was holding tightly to my arm, slapped so hard on the right cheek, making the previously limp soul now completely fall to the ground. I was silent, really pensive.
Even when a man with a mint hoodie lifts my body and sits on the living room couch. I didn't move or say anything.
“Hey girl, look at me,” The voice. A voice I've heard once, but it's past. “I have promise with you. Now, I'm right on that promise, okay? Don't be afraid anymore.” Ja. Those words. I remember the man who had 14 days ago hugged me in the rain with his black umbrella. Aish, shit! I forgot whose name it was.
This time. I'm staring. Very, very deep, want to find something why he is always there when my situation is falling like this?
And why, when he took me into his safe embrace. I'm not rebelling? Why did I let her hands pat my back and rub gently once in a while?
Lastly what was the reason, I could easily cry back in the arms of this man?
“Lo .... who?”
“He always hits you, right? Calmly I reply all her depraved treatment to you, today.” Not answering my question, but. The words, look so earnest.
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