Sacred In Stain
Morning Sibling

Chapters 12. Morning Sibling

“Suami with in-laws does not exist, he even went home late at night, driven by the same male police car again. Must be looking for a chance in a cramped."

“Yes that's it. The name is also derived from the naughty woman, the fruit is not far from the tree. He got razzia last night.”

The neighbors who crossed the Wulan house this morning stopped for a moment, sniffing cynically at Khalisa who was drying clothes in the yard next to the house. Their mouths seem to itch if they do not take the time to sneer, indeed this kind of human habit is widely scattered throughout the Earth, fond of looking for faults others, but not aware of their own mistakes. As the saying goes, the elephant in the eye is invisible, but the ant across the ocean is clearly visible.

Khalisa pretended not to listen. Accelerate his activities drying and hurrying to re-enter his work to improve the house.

Yes, last night Khalisa was delivered home by two men who thought he was kuntilanak. Both of them showed valid evidence to convince Khalisa who looks afraid and doubtful.

The blue-clothed man named Yudhistira was not a police officer, but a public lawyer. It is worth it just so bawel even though in her kebawel it does contain a lot of positive sides, educating. While the other man who showed his identity was named Ghaisan, it was a police officer who was on patrol.

For the sake of his security as well Afkar, Khalisa had no choice but to accept the offer. He also used a police pick-up. Khalisa did not mind, the important thing is to be safe and secure to get home, rather than meeting again with the class of thugs who just dare to disturb women who bring toddlers, he said, after knowing the public transportation towards home turned out last night was protesting related to the increase in the price of BBM.

Khalisa had seen several neighboring houses pull curtains as soon as last night he got off a police pick-up car. Surely the next day he became a gossip. However, this time Khalisa did not want to be too dizzy about the skewed prejudice of people who are always tilted to him, which is important Afkar and himself can go home safely.

Completing all the homework quickly, Khalisa carried Afkar to the chicken porridge shop. Like his father-in-law is not at home, Khalisa wants to satisfy himself pamper Afkar by buying a good breakfast.

Not confident to blend in with the crowd of people who are the majority of the surrounding residents, Khalisa turned the bow, about to cook his own porridge for Afkar. As he usually does, blend the warm rice then cook it briefly on the stove and then add a topping of boiled or scrambled eggs.

“Afkar mamnya porridge made Mother at home only yes, like chicken porridge is up.” Khalisa.

“Iya, Unda. Mammam aja.” The clever toddler nodded obediently. Stay cheerful, hug the Mother who carries her back.

"Mother's child is the best." Khalisa praised as a form of appreciation for the understanding of the child who does not sulk.

“But, Unda. Af boyeh beyi endak?” Afkar pointed out that the village donut seller who used to drive around in Buah Batu area using a motorbike at the weekend, was stopped by buyers not far from there.

“Bby. Wait for the others to finish buying ya."

Khalisa stepped lightly back home, with Afkar in his cradle rejoicing enjoying a sugar-snowed doughnut. Pushing the iron fence of the house meant to rush into the kitchen. His intention was stopped when Windy the clothes lender from the next village knocked on his fence.

“Eh, Khal. Your in-laws exist? I brought the original batik negligee from Bu Wulan's order last week."

Seriate.