Poison of Love Arsenio
Shabby Face

Binar showed a face that looked worried, when he heard Muchtar's words. On one hand, there was great worry over Rain's state. Especially after yesterday's incident, when the man was accidentally left hungry. However, on the other hand he also did not want to lose his salary money by being too big. The black haired girl let out a short breath. “Alright, Sir. Then I take a two-day leave. Hopefully after two days my relatives can improve,” break up Binar in the end.

“That's up to you, Nar. I recommend not taking too long or taking time off. Honey, because many also need a job out there,” said Muchtar reminded. Family nuances are always emphasized to all employees who work there.

“Iya, Sir. I've understood. Well, then, thank you. Excuse me first,” said Binar. He turned around and walked out of the shop manager's room. To this day, his plan was that he would not take the ration overtime. So, Binar can go home at five in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, Rain felt bad if he just sat still and fell on the bed. The man of stature decided to leave the room. At that time, his condition was not very fit.

In the living room, Praya was busy watching her favorite television show. SD boy bongsor had turned to Rain who was watching him. “Where to, Mister?” ask the child with his speech style that sounds very distinctive and also plain.

“I just feel good to be in the room continue,” replied Rain. He then approached Praya, then sat down on one of the chairs there. “You're not in school, Dek?” rain asked the boy.

“Home home, Mister.” Praya turned for a moment to the bule-faced man nearby. After that, he turned his attention back to the television screen.

“What grade of school are you in?” ask Rain again.

“Sixth grade, Mister. In a moment I want to continue to SMP, but that is also if there is a fee,” said Praya calmly. There is no visible burden in the look of his face or tone of speech.

“Should have continued first. After all, a kid as small as you want what if not school?” advice of the man.

Hearing Rain's words, Praya immediately turned to him. He also shrank the volume of television. “Iya, Mister. I also want to be able to continue school, but sometimes pity the same mbok Binar. He must work hard continuously,” said. A moment later, Praya seemed to be reminded of something. The boy soon moved from his seat. “Mister please watch it yourself. I have to wash the dishes first,” he said while putting the television remote on the table. Praya went into the kitchen.

Rain was silent for a moment. He turned off the television and followed Praya into the kitchen. The twelve-year-old was preparing to wash the dishes. “Dek, let me do the work,” prevent the man while approaching Praya.

“Unfortunately Mister is already strong?” tanya Praya is doubtful.

“It's okay. It seems like this is not a difficult job,” replied Rain. He replaced the position of Praya standing in front of the sink. However, Rain looked stunned. He stood there for a while.

“What's up, Mister?” ask Praya wonder.

Rain looked at the boy. “Um ... Which one should I wash first?” tanyakanya. It was obvious that he was not used to the job.

“So much Mister is. Want a plate or a glass first, free,” answered Praya with a break.

“Oh, yes. Alright.” Rain started his work. He did that very carefully. Washing kitchen furniture looks easy, but it still requires a fairly high concentration, because many times Rain releases glasses that feel slippery in his hands.

However, what Praya was afraid of turned out to be really happening. Shortly after he passed from the kitchen, there was the sound of objects breaking there. Praya ran back. He found Rain picking up shards of shard on the floor. “Mister!” he shouted while walking closer.

“Sorry, I accidentally dropped this mug,” Rain said as he showed the shards of shard he was picking up from the floor.

“Waduh, wretch!” exclaimed Praya while patting her forehead. The boy looked worried.

“Why?” ask Rain wonder.

“That mug belongs to mom. He must be angry if he finds out his favorite mug broke,” explained Praya look wary.

So too with Rain. The handsome man became worried. Moreover, a little bit he knows what Widya's character is like even though he only knows her for a few days. “Gosh. How's this?” raindrops seemed to think.

“Clean hunt, Mister. Don't forget to throw it in the trash. If you ask, just say no,” advises Praya. He picked up the crackle bag, then thrust it at Rain. The man immediately accepted and inserted the shard into the black crackle bag. A moment later, Rain threw it into the trash.

“We pretended not to know it, Mister,” advises the boy again. Rain responded with a small smile. Though, he only broke a mug, but somehow had to feel so anxious.

“What time is it coming home today?” rain asked Praya, when they were back in the living room.

“If not overtime, usually go home at five,” Praya replied while scratching her head.

Rain also glanced at the clock displayed on the wall of the living room. At that time, time had already shown at sixteen past forty-five minutes. That means, fifteen more minutes Binar will finish his work. “Indeed, Where does the work shine?” ask Rain again.

“Mbok work in souvenir shop. The distance is not too far from here, so mbok usual walk. The name of the shop is Balinese Glass Art and Souvenirs. There selling all sorts of things for souvenirs, Mister. So his favorite shop for tourists,” explained Praya.

“Oh,” Rain responds while muttering. He then returned to the wall clock. For some reason, he was so looking forward to having Binar come home soon. However, what appeared first was actually Widya. The woman looks very tired. He brought his shabby face home and looked irritated.

Widya had a glance at Rain for a glance. “Basic benalu,” murmured while continuing to move towards the room. Not long after, Widya came out again with a towel on the left shoulder. “Bli you haven't come home, Yes?” tanyakanya.

“Numbered, Mom. Said there was group work first,” answered Praya. Every now and then, he turned to Rain while giving a gesture. While Rain just muttered softly.

After hearing the answer from her youngest son, Widya went into the kitchen. He intended to brew a cup of tea as a tired repellent after a long day of work. However, the woman was apparently unable to find the favorite mug she used to use. Widya continued to look for it among other kitchen furniture. However, the item he was looking for was still nowhere to be found. Widya also thought while leaving her waist.

“Yes, today who washed the dishes? You know where mom's mug is?” it's from the kitchen.