Sacred In Stain
Ironies

Chapters 14. Ironies

“Mas, our time off at home continues anyway? I am not craving again. I want to go for a walk, alone, without Mom or Mommy. Take the mall for example. While buying additional baby needs, keep looking for good food.”

Amanda, who had just finished her afternoon bath after sweating with Dion an hour back, was sitting on Dion's lap still wrapped in a white towel. “Rarely, we have a long time alone and continue to like gini.”

“But you also like to keep rooming?” Dion pokes Amanda's pouting cheeks. “Because I like,” whispered Dion desire to Amanda's ears.

His passion for maleness in Khalisa was gradually extinguished as contamination of bad taunts against his wife was completely affecting him. Moreover, the relentless Wulan doctrine was waged making Dion easily turn to others. Follow the glare of possessions, thrones, and castes. Follow the flow of his mother. In fact, judging from any angle, Khalisa is definitely more beautiful despite shabby unkempt. It's just that Dion was blinded by Amanda's dazzling possession.

However, for some reason Dion always felt the weight of taking off Khalisa was pushed as hard as anything by Wulan. In fact, Khalisa is no longer treated like a wife, not a little feel sorry for the poor and more comfortable binding him no matter Khalisa

like it or not, rather imprison him by his side.

“Ya likes dong, Mas. If not, where maybe the sheets on our mattress are often replaced,” said Amanda spoiled.

“Yes already, if you like, how about we dirty the sheets again?” dion is full of meaning.

“Ih, not ah. I want to take a walk!” The person Amanda who is getting here is quite stubborn is quite difficult to persuade. Forcing Dion to agree to Amanda sulking and complaining to her mother-in-law.

“OK deh, don't sulk anymore. Wait fifteen minutes. We go for a walk.”

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“This is his negligence.” Windy handed over the bag containing the pinkish roflle negligee that Khalisa wanted. Received joyfully by the beautiful white woman with trembling hands and sparkling eyes. “And this, make buy meatballs.” One fifty thousand and two ten thousand rupiah bills were tucked into the hands of Khalisa.

“Win, this is a lot, if only for meatballs. Fifteen thousand is also enough,” he said. Khalisa want to return it to Windi because for him this nominal is quite a lot, given negligence without having to pay with money alone Khalisa is very grateful.

“This is really for me,” great-grandson Khalisa is happy, also in disbelief.

“Iya in fact, please accept yes. Sixty thousand for you the same Afkar. Ten ribuannya make the cost of angkot. I'm sorry, I can't come home, my husband is coming home from work. He usually comes home at night. But the grocery store where she works closed early on Saturday.”

“Nothing Win, do not ngerepotin. I'm just going home in the mail. Thanks a lot you know, next time, if the people in my house again leave, I can help you again not?” khalisa asked expectantly, the look on his face was very happy not to be upset. Receiving money from his own efforts turned out to be sweet, different from the taste Wulan usually gave him.

“Bby bang dong. Send a message to my number if you have any more free time. Careful to go home yes.”

With light steps, Khalisa walked home down the alley where Windy lived. The distance from Wulan house is about thirty minutes taken by public transport.

Looking up at the bright blue sky decorated with white clouds clustered cheerfully, in his mind came something. Khalisa decided to stop by a fast food restaurant located near the town square before returning home. It was taken on foot from the front of the alley not too far away.

Khalisa once felt sad for his beloved son. The sadness he swallowed. Some time ago when the son of one of his neighbors birthday, Afkar was not invited, estranged as usual and Wulan as a grandmother also Dion as a father who has been much doctored mother-in-law did not act anything.

He and Afkar could only watch from afar through the kitchen window. As a mother her heart was torn apart despite Afkar neither whining nor complaining. Nelangsa immeasurably saw other children dispersed cheerfully while carrying food in red cardboard with the letter M.

“Mumpung new four o'clock and Mother also again have more money, Af dine sorenya in the restaurant that packs the red food, want?” ask the child who coiled comfortably in a sling of her rags.

“Mau, Unda, want,” replied the smart boy who had just woken up, after sleeping this session at Windy's place, let his mother freely work. “That yellow walna melah ya, Unda?”

“Yes, my dear, let's go,” his great-grandson is excited. Accelerate the swing of steps accompanied by a broad-blooming smile.

A gray cloud flashed past Khalisa's head, as if he was saddened by the fate of the inhabitants of the Earth below. Where Khalisa took pains for a slice of negligee as well to carve a smile on the face of his baby, while the man he adored as a husband and father of his son, was having fun pampering other women. How ironic.

Seriate.