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01. Verina Swallowed Her Smile

Verina swiped the HP screen. Search for something on the internet page. Yesterday or a few days ago he read poetry. He forgot the author. But he remembered once. Poem about High School reunion. The FB page.

Suddenly he remembered the poem. And interested in reading it again. Isn't that because of her fear? A very excessive fear. Not based at all. A faked fear. No. gabe. Verina shakes. Not fear. Nor making it up. He just wanted to read the poem again. Not more.

Why do you remember that poem now? Not because Bang Timo is returning to Medan. To Medan following his High School reunion.

Verina felt that there was some awkwardness leading up to her departure. Strengthen the heart go to alone. Not by plane. But with a car and he supported it. He drove a car alone for a 645 km Pekanbaru-Medan trip. Isn't that a weirdo. Something that can be called beyond reasonable logic.

“Ah, that's it. I used to go back to Medan every month. Often also bring your own car,” kilah Timo when Verina problems it.

“Different purpose. It was for work. But now for the reunion. To meet friends during High School, Abang belain bring a car alone. Why not just use the plane?” asked Verina who felt the awkwardness.

Timo. “You forgot? I'm most allergic to boarding a plane. If it doesn't matter right, I don't want.”

“Why not use a driver. A lot can be brought. Driver friends on the road,” said Verina conveyed other alternatives.

Timo still refused. “Ah, lazy bring people. Much he wants,” he said.

“Or take a bus. Many option. Super executive also there.”

“Well I got bored I took the bus,” elak Timo anyway.

When various alternatives are put forward and all are rejected with a variety of arguments. Still insist on going by car alone. Isn't that a strange desire?

Verina did not want to express any objections. Many considerations. Three years of living together have taught Verina that for certain things she cannot be assertive. I can't say no to her husband.

Nor does it make it bad to think. Or keep excessive curliness. He also understands. Meeting old friends is a joy that is not easy to get. Telling stories of the good old days is a joy that money cannot buy.

The joy and joy he did not get in this house. It doesn't get it from me. Then can I still ban him from leaving? Killing cheerfulness. Deadly excitement.

Verina turned her body. Look at the white ceiling with light brown carvings around the attic.

Not much different from the light brown carvings that winding, turning and turning to form a charming motif. Verina also looked at the life that had been lived very winding. Turn aside. Turn down and up.

But the end, five years have gone, not until a clear form has been formed. Especially beautiful and charming motifs. Not at all.

He must answer silently why the joy did not come. He also had to harbour the disappointment of Bang Timo in a dark corner when he came home with no whining or cheerful laughter. He is also deaf ears listening to the chirping of Mama-in-law why not also give a grandson to him.

Why are the days dark? Though his solitude from the early morning is unbearable loneliness. A silence often lamented.

As a woman, she did not try. Not forgetting to work. Never stopped praying. But at last there are still two words: you are barren! Doesn't that hurt?

But nevermind. Life does not always fit with hope. Just live as is. Verina flips the body. He is expected to return a thin android in white. Penset again. Search again. Login again. Waw! See you. Found the poem. Right on page FB. Devoro the name of the account owner. Verina doesn't know her person's name or cat's name. It doesn't matter to him. The poem he likes. This is his poem:

open up the old story of High School

I am still joking about first love

a happy party is like an earthquake

blow the joints of the house, break the stairs

it was only three years built

I became his victim!

Not yet able to continue reading in the next verse, Verina heard shouting from below. Calling names. With a lazy annoyance he went out of the room. Without even looking, he knew who was calling. In this house only someone who likes to shout to call him. And Verina also did not dare to tell him to stop shouting.

Verina approached the edge of the second-floor concrete barrier. Not wrongly guessed. The oblong-faced middle-aged woman was waist-rattled. Throw a round eye upward.

Verina rushed down through the winding stairs on the edge of the wall. He reached out and bent his head as soon as he got in front of the 55-year-old. The salaman was greeted by touching the fingertips on Verina's hand without a grip. Verina swallowed back her smile.

“What's Ma?” verina asked a respectful voice.

“What's up? Called why shut up?”

“Sorry. Don't listen, Ma. I'm in the room.”

“About your husband not in his workhouse sleeping and sleeping!”

“Not sleeping, Ma?”

“Main HP's. Chats. Internetan. Beg?”

Verina was silent and lowered her eyes.

“Many things you can do in this house or next to.”

“Already, Ma," he replied in a low voice.

“What already? It's dirty again?”

Verina swallowed her breath. Nothing is true in Mama Timo's view of her. Always wrong. In fact, since the morning he has been doing work like the previous days. Clean up the multi-storey pavilion room where he and Timo lived.

Verina has never been absent to help Mrs Tin. Auxiliary cooking. Cleaning the house and kitchen. Every day. Just washing clothes that he doesn't help. Washing two people's clothes is not heavy for Ms. Tin. Mak Tin is the housekeeper at the main house where Mama and Papa, Verina's in-laws live.

It's been five years since Verina lived in this house. Since marrying Timo. Big house and looks luxurious. Two-story with eight rooms. Five downstairs, and three downstairs.

Only a year in the main house's room. In the 13th month of marriage, Timo invites to move to the pavilion. The reason, so that Mama or Papa is not disturbed when he comes home at night. Have your own door. Verina did not argue. He knew it was Timo's only reason for him. Because my mom spoke directly to him. Said that there's a family Mama's gonna live there.

Verina simply asked if Bang Timo already knew. Did he agree too?

“So already know. She wants!” so explained Mama. Verina did not ask anymore. If her husband already knew and agreed, he would certainly not be able to refuse. He must follow it.

“You were told to work, even dumb. You get there fast. Help Tina. Mama wants a round tomorrow!”

“Sorry, Mom. I can't,” said Verina timidly.

My mom's face is tense. “What did you say?”

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