My Match in the Hands of Duda Somplak
CHAPTER 66. Arrival of Mak Ita, (De Galau)
Somehow long she daydreamed about her husband's work that she did not know, until the sound of knocking broke her daydream.
"Isa. Who's knocking on the door early in the morning, cake ain't no job." Let him down, but he kept walking to open the door.
Chequek.
When the door opened, how shocked he was. It turns out that the one who came was his mother, the one who was always missed by him.
"Mr, De kangen." Say Him with teary eyes.
"Marriage is the same as being a mother, it's still a kid's cake." Mak Ita said with her thin face.
"Yeah of Mak, I've got the disease." Say Him.
"Where is your husband, a deserted tumben?" ask Mak Ita.
"He left at half-seven, he said there was important business." Answer Him.
"Yes already yuk Mak, come in." She took her mother in, and helped carry another bag. But he was astonished, why one man bag there are three.
Why the bag is a lot, like the cake of a transfer person. He muttered in his heart.
With a frown on the eel he asked to reduce his curiosity.
"Sir, are there three bags?" ask her Mom.
"That's your brother's one," said Mak Ita.
"Huh, where's the guy not there. You lied, yes" he said.
"So there's a cilok basket, maybe it's still chirping." Answer Mak Ita. He who hears is merely agape and is unable to speak.
How can an adult man look like a child's cake, for the sake of eating the pegs willingly queue.
Poof.
...There are only his behavior, the basic is old but the behavior of SD children. Say Him in His heart....
"That's all," he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, he went inside." Catch Him again.
Eventually the two of them entered, and He also escorted his Mak into the guest room.
While Edo seems to still be outside enjoying snacks SD children.
Not so long ago, Edo's voice cried out.
"Slitter, you don't want to." Edo offered the cilok he bought just now, Edo accidentally bought two packs for him and for his sister.
It did not take long, He immediately took over the cilok from his brother's hand.
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It doesn't feel like it's afternoon. At five in the afternoon, Mak Ita, Dia , and Edo were neat and now the three of them were sitting in front of the television.
"Bang, tumben's coming here?" ask him to Edo, because he was curious every time he was invited here Edo always did not want to, for work reasons.
"Home's unloaded, so I'm sleeping here." Edo's reply instantly made him gawk. It seems impossible if his Mak renovates with the monthly money he sends. Renovating it requires a lot of money.
"Your husband is renovating," said Mak Ita. He immediately choked on the drink he was holding.
"Mr,"
"Yes De, Mak doesn't know anything about it, yesterday your husband came with matrial materials and so on." Mak Ita told him everything and nothing was covered, and he felt bad.
She was silent at the thought of her mysterious husband. She did not know, but why her husband could do it all. What a thug's job is, and it's picking people up. Or her husband is a begal. All were question marks for him.
Their chatter stopped when they heard the sound of the Adhan in the temple, they stopped chatting and changed to continue praying together.
"De, pray first. Let your brother be the priest" said Mak Ita.
"Yes Mak."
Then the three of them carried out as Islam obliges its people, to carry out their obligations.
About ten minutes they're done
Prostrate and face towards the Qibla.
"De, I'm going to go to the room. Later if the food is ready do not forget to call," said Edo, then he stepped away from the two women.
"Iye." Answer Him.
They both decided to cook for dinner. But she was apparently not eager to start the activity, for some reason she suddenly thought of the figure of her husband.
"De, if you're dumb-eyed even if you wait until tomorrow, it's not going to ripen." Tegur Mak Ita, because it was seen from earlier his son was a lot of daydreaming.
"Yes mature Mak, wait for the oil first." Answer Him.
"It seems you need to look at the stove," murmured Mak Ita with an annoyed tone.
Finally he looked at the stove and.
"How."
"Hehehe ... Sorry Mak, De khilaf."
Cc ... Ck.
Mak Ita was grieving because she was so upset, how not to be upset. He who was told to fry fish, in fact only pour oil without turning on the stove.
"What daydreams are you" murmured Mak Ita.
"No Mak, yes we continue to cook. Hunt De's husband, go home." He said, and he did not want his mother to keep asking about why he daydreamed.
Exactly at seven o'clock De, and Mak Ita had finished cooking a simple dish but tasted delicious on the tongue.
After finishing cooking De, say goodbye to go into his room. Check her device who knows there is an incoming message or phone from the husband. In fact, it was just wishful thinking because there was no call or message as expected.
On the balcony he stood enjoying the breeze that was outside, living about his feelings with the night wind.
After hearing her Mak's confession, whether in her sense, feelings of pity or indeed she had felt the vibration of love that grew by the passage of time.
For sure now she hopes her husband will come home and accompany her to breathe the air of the night as usual.
*Gue doesn't know this is a feeling of love or a feeling of return, but what I want, Om husband immediately came home and asked me to joke as usual.
Sorry until the year of our marriage, Om husband has not received the answer that Om always asked, it seems that from now on I should be able to learn to love the same Om*. Inner She.
He is still in the shadow of Adi's attitude that is always attentive, understands himself, and does not demand much. But not satisfied to open the memory, suddenly a call from the outside of the room disperse the daydream.
Huff..
He did not reply, and only sighed then rushed out to meet the owner of the voice, otherwise the lion mother would pounce. Who else if not Mak Ita.
Chequek.
"You're called no guts, deliberately yes make the throat Mak Sick." Mak Ita continued to grumble, and in his heart He kept on cursing. Just a day here Maknya has turned into Mak Lions, let alone a month. It could be Queen lion.