My husband Gemulai
Stuffy!

"I'm home!" An exclaimed girl in high school uniform as she entered the house, then she took off her shoes and placed them on a shoe rack near the door.

"Yes! You're ditching ya!" Shouted Bondan, from the kitchen towards the door while pointing the spatula towards his son. Looks like Bondan is cooking in the kitchen.

"Who's ditching? Father himself why not go to the workshop?" Instead of answering, he turned to ask his father, and of course it made Bonda annoyed.

"Ck! Answer me the question Dad!" Angry Bondan, while shaking his waist and staring at his daughter sharply.

"Em that's anu." The girl hesitated to say it.

"What anu! Speak clearly!"

"Fika, you can't go to school because you haven't paid your tuition yet." His voice trembled, while bowing his head and squeezing both of his hands.

Instantly Bondan immediately lowered both his hands that had been on his waist and the two eyes that had been surrounded by wrinkles were glazed. Bondan looked at his only daughter with guilt, as he felt he could not be a good father to his daughter.

It seemed obvious that the man was sighing repeatedly, because his chest suddenly felt tight.

"Well?" Fika called her father who looked silently staring at her.

"Let's try it "Well, replied Bondan, smiling forcefully.

"But it's true, well, because it's gonna be a class test soon." Said Fika, expectantly.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Bonda. "Let's help Dad cook." Bondan soon passed from there and headed for the kitchen again.

"Yes, Dad. Fika change clothes first." Fika replied a little screaming, because Bondan was not seen.

When he reached the kitchen, Bondan sliced red onions quickly. But then he rested his hands on the dishwasher with his head bowed and watery eyes.

"Oh my God, where should I find that much money. While in the workshop is empty of customers." Complaining Bondan, while massaging the base of his nose.

"Dad." Call Fika, pat her father's shoulder.

"Eh." Bondan was aghast then he immediately rubbed his wet eyes with the back of his hand.

"Dad why? Dad crying?" Fika asked, looking at her father's face from the side.

"No, Dad's eyes were sore because they had finished slicing red onions." Bondan lies, smilingly looking at his daughter.

Why did you lie? That question he could only ask in his heart. Honest in his heart felt sore when he saw his father was sad because he had to bear the burden alone.

Her mother died two years ago, just on the day of her graduation from Secondary School (SMP). Cancer of the womb, the disease that took the life of his beloved mother.

"Come now, stir-fry the kale." Bondan, want to distract.

"Yes." Yeah." Say Fika according to it, and start doing her job.

After finishing cooking and eating lunch together with a perfumed menu, Bondan bailed to his daughter to his car repair shop.

"Dad go first." Pamit Bondan, to her daughter who is studying in the room.

"Where are you going, Dad?" Ask Fika.

"You're annoyed." Bondan replied, immediately out of the room, but Fika immediately detained her father.

"What's wrong?" Ask Bondan in wonder.

"This was Fika helping people who were in trouble changing car tires and Fika was given a wage." Obviously Fika, while taking the two hundred thousand money from the drawer of his study table.

"Son, if your intention is to help don't expect anything in return." His father's advice was gentle.

"Fika said no, but the man insisted." Fika replied again, making Bondan sigh.

What man is a woman? Inner Fika while thinking.

"Maybe this is a fortune, Fika. So I'm just looking for an extra four hundred thousand more." Fika said, smiling grimly as she saw her father staring at her flatly.

"Save the money for your needs." Bondan said flatly, then immediately left his daughter's room.

Fika just sighed violently, then she continued studying again, just about to read her textbook, her phone suddenly rang indicating there was an incoming call.

...Cuneiform...

"What's Nyuk?" Sahut Fika lazily while lifting the shackle.

"Eh, Coupon. You want no money?" Answer a man across there.

"If money is not asked, I will as long as it is halal." Fika replied excitedly four five. Especially now that he really needs money to pay for his school money.

"Come to the field xxx, there's a kid smell of turmeric want to duel and he'll pay a lot if you can defeat him."

"How much did he pay?" Ask Fika lazily.

"Two million."

Brakes

Fika kicked off her desk when she heard the payment she was going to get. Actually Fika did not want to use her martial ability for such a useless thing. But right now he needs that money.

"Sharelok right now, I'm going to finish that turmeric boy!" Fika replied steadily, then she turned off her phone and not for a long time there was a notification from her phone.

Fika walked to her closet and took her proud dress, a white karate shirt with a black belt around the waist of the shirt.

On the other hand Ema was in her salon while doing menicure pedicure.

"Miss why are his nails on this soap?" Ask the employee who is taking care of her beautiful nails.

"Uh yes amidong, that's what makes eike kesel seven derivatives deh ahh." Remarkably, Ema said, while shaking her shoulders like a caterpillar.

"Aren't Miss hugging?" Ask again.

"God! It is true that beautiful everything is plenary like an angel from khayangan begindang, nyangkul!" Sewot Ema, while flicking her lips in annoyance.

"Yes Miss change profession, hi hi hi hi." The officer replied laughing giggling.

"Do you want to cut Yei's salary?" Grunt Ema.

"Yes sorry." The answer stopped his laughter.

After doing her beautiful nail treatment, Ema immediately rushed home to rest herself. The routine is very solid in addition to having a luxurious salon and hotel, he also works as a make-up artist famous in the city.

Ema enters her luxurious house while carrying her bag and also a school bag belonging to a girl named 'Afika larasati'.

"luck!" The voice called out to him with a high tone.

Immediately Ema who was about to climb the stairs stopped her steps and looked at her mother lazily.

"There's an aposeh, Mam?" Ask Ema with a gleaming tone.

"Nue! When will you change? Don't keep it like this." Rima approached her son, but Ema immediately dodged.

Of course the rejection from his son made Rima's heart hurt.

"Mommy wants to know when I changed?!" Ask Ema with her male voice.

Rima nodded quickly, basically he was not ashamed of his son's condition, but Rima only wanted his son to marry and give him a grandchild, let alone the age of his son was 35 years.

"I'll change if Mami's satisfied!" Remark Ema with great emphasis.

"Nue, it's just massalu and forgive mami. Please." Please Rima very.

"God." Ema smiled her cynical smile, when she heard her mother's words that underestimated the situation.

"Then that's what makes me like this!" Continue Ema with a vibrating voice.

His throat was choked and his chest was like being hit by a boulder, while recalling his past. He himself did not expect it to be like that. But his mother?

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