My husband, I Love You
Dusk In Jogja

Happy or sad! I don't know but the clear vibration of my heart says that the cheerful cheer is actually not able to come out just like that through my vocal cords.

I was silent my race reaped happiness, warm embrace mas Dian gave me lena.

Slowly I returned the embrace, I found warmth and a longing that was now slowly seeding the heart.

"Mama.... Are we there, Shasy hungry ma?" My daughter's voice surprised me who was asleep in Dian's arms.

"Oh... We eat, eemmm we go down yuk!" I swear by whatever I'm nervous not playing, between fear of shame and guilt.

"Om the doctor is already Shasy's father huh? How do you hug your mom?" An innocent question but enough to slap my heart.

Mas Dian immediately grabbed onto shasy's body, "we eat yuk! Soon we reach Oma's house, they're waiting for Shasy's arrival with Mama!"

"Now Shasy already has papa om ya! Oma says you can call papa, but you have to let me go first?" Instead of agreeing to Dian's invitation to eat, Shasy instead gave a re-question to Dian mas then stepped towards the front jog and sat in my lap.

"Honey.... Shasy can call papa, soon Shasy has papa yuk down! said he was hungry?" Persuade me not to make my daughter more and more complicated questions, because in addition to intelligent Shasy always will not stop with one question when it concerns me.

The round eyes were more and more rounded, the tiny mouth opened and the two little hands covered her mouth, "huh... Groovy... Later Oma should know that the father hugged Mama Shasy, ah... Hungry again mama!"

Who would not be proud of the presence of my baby, even though he was not wanted from his papa family, but in fact now he is smart at an age that is too early to force him to develop, he said, and trying to protect himself.

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Dusk dancing in the sky of the artist city, a city full of culture and kejawen specialties.

Angklung art in each corner of the intersection, with a distinctive rhythm.

Our car drove slowly into the village area and not far from the Beringharjo market.

A simple house with oriental Javanese ornaments that are so thick, running out to welcome your arrival, "Shasy... We'll see you again..!"

"Sister Olive ha ha ha brother Ojack!" My daughter's running gears they're blending in with their world.

The smile of the old woman who remained graceful despite her age was no longer young, welcomed me to embrace me. I kissed the back of the hand, turning to the quiet but charismatic father figure of Dian, who always teaches, displaying social and leadership skills.

Then Icha changed into a big smile while stretching out her hands.

"Welcome to our family mbak, soon Rudi will arrive also he is picking up the deck Ratih,"

What a treatment I have never received from the family of Iwan mas first, not comparing but it is this way. My arrival seemed to have its own meaning in this family, and this made me more comfortable next to Dian.

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THE HOPE OF A YESSI

"Isa... It's been three days! Don't just call send WhatsApp no, what the hell do you want this Ricky, I'm kangen!" Furious Yessi while squeezing her hair that began to tangle because without treatment for almost a week.

"Yes... What if Mom goes to her house, right. You also have the right to ask Ricky's responsibility to marry you, at least give you money... You also need money to live your life!"

"But Ma! Honestly, I don't feel good about Dona, either... How's this!" Yessi completely lost the idea of doing something for herself.

Klink..... Ting.. Ting..

Yessi's WhatsApp tone reads timidly disperse the polemic of her heart that is in turmoil.

'Dona'

"Huh, Dona!" Between happiness and fear Yessi slowly opens WhatsApp.

"Hi Yessi, congratulations on the presence of the seeds that are on you, but sorry I hate you, I really do not expect you matre girl and blind eyes, blind heart now you accept everything! Thank you for having to dare to accept the difficulty dong, you snake-headed man does not know gratitude not I regret, but I regret your attitude that only enjoy the time with a short time, without thinking long."

The tears of regret melted too late to realize the situation, after reading the writing that Dona sent him and a photo was sent. Yessi's eyes were stretched perfectly round as if it was difficult to believe that the man who would be the back of his life later, had now collapsed helplessly with a slang on his body to support his life.

"Mother.oh... This can't be a charade, can it? I don't take it, dona....?"

Yessi even forgot the condition of her body she dropped down and roared making Bu Lestari and their home assistant run to find where the sound came from.

"Jeez yessiii!" Without thinking any longer, Bu Lestari hugged Yessi's drooping body while screaming in pain while holding her stomach.

The housekeeper who had just returned home, did not know the subject at all so he was in a hurry to run to help Bu Lestari, "Tini, call me Iwan, yessii....!" Shouted Bu Lestari nervously as red liquid flowed down the sidelines of Yessi's thigh.

"Mom, it hurts Mom.... About Ricky aahh.... This can't be Ma'am it must be Dona being shirked at me, help Yessi Bu!" Yessi joked between her pain and her anger towards Dona.

While Tini called Iwan, Bu Lestari took the initiative to see Yessi's phone, feeling sad and hopeless like Yessi's hope who wants a beautiful life from Ricky om.

Ms. Lestari dialed a phone number with Dona's name, after several second voices answered from across the street, "Yes hello why? Be shocked! Or regret hemm..!" Dona's voice was quite hurtful to Bu Lestari as a mother who found her child weak with a bleeding condition.

"Heh this is Yessi's mother, what are you doing to my daughter, huh?" Shouted Bu Lestari was unable to filter out any more words.

"Hmmm... Yessi's mother, eehh this is better than what I want, please teach my daughter to be a little eye-conscious, don't be crazy treasure, om Ricky it's like a word only a will from my papa, but he has made our family's trust fade, if you want to get rich working Mom! Not being a male teaser, realize that Ricky is now no one else, and he is lying in the hospital, so... Enjoy the beauty he promised Yessi, but unfortunately my papa's legacy is not for a cheesy actor like a mother's son."

Tut ..Tut's...Tut's...

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To be continued 😉

Well lohhh 😳 seeds om Ricky want to be diapain this😂😂, so that the soul of the actor is increasingly rampant aja yah😂😂

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