Sacred In Stain
The Stain Trail

Sacred In Stain chapter 4. The Stain Trail

Bu Marsih's vegetable ketupat stall seems to be a horror scourge for Khalisa. Although heavy, he still had to go there if he wanted to keep his day peaceful without the nagging berbilid of his mother-in-law.

"Unda, Af wants to come." Afkar, the cute three-year-old toddler who just woke up was tugging at the end of Khalisa's clothes who was taking a bushel container to buy ketupat in the kitchen, considering Wulan, Dion and Dania are very picky, and very picky, refuse to eat food purchased using plastic packaging or styrofoam.

"Eh, unfortunately Mother." Khalisa quickly carried Afkar, pecking at the cheek of his puffer. "If wait in the first same father for a while yes, Mother wants to buy vegetable ketupat for breakfast."

"Don't want to!" whining him with his lisp intonation, shaking his head repeatedly in response to rejection. "You're like Unda."

"But later Mother is afraid to spill bring her ketupatnya. Just a minute, honey. Mommy also wants to buy Af's favorite chicken porridge, has not bought for a long time, right?" bujuk Khalisa's. Swiping the cute face of the source of his life spirit power, again dyed him fat.

"Eh, uh, uh. What did you say? Want to buy some chicken porridge for Afkar?" Wulan reappeared in the kitchen, perceiving out of nowhere.

"Y-yes, Mom. Make Afkar breakfast. Not every day to buy. Let me have breakfast together, faster and more practical," replied Khalisa stammered. Hugging Afkar even tighter, slapping his palm in his son's ear in anticipation, was already memorized out of the head with the situation that would ensue.

"What the hell are you, Khal? If you make Afkar, you have to cook it yourself. In addition to being healthier, it is also more efficient. If you buy most micin is the same as salt. Unhealthy. You just take care of one child is lazy to make food for your child. This is the bad effect if the mother has no parents, no one educates, do not understand the care of children properly! Only grow up in dirty parlors that in fact most foster children are discarded babies near the location of localization. As everyone knows, the foster children there are certainly illegitimate babies born to prostitutes_"

"Mom, stop. Don't argue early in the morning, I'm hungry." Dion came to interrupt. Cut Wulan's sentence quickly.

"This is all because your wife who likes to make Mother blood high. Make breakfast for one child just lazy, even want to be given porridge to buy!" tukas Wulan fiery.

"I-iya, Mas," he said stammered, hoarse.

Swallowing his hard-earned saliva to wet his choked throat, that was all Khalisa could do now. Crossing Wulan that Dion was calming down, he held his eyeballs to not let out the source of water even though it was hot.

Subjecting his deep gaze, that was what Khalisa did when he stepped out of the house. Next to her hand was tipping over, while her other arm was hugging Afkar who wanted to participate. Carrying the jewel of his beloved heart in a safe environment of protection of a mother, using a baby sling whose color has faded. Understandably, the only sling that has been used for three years. 

Along the swinging legs, Khalisa deliberately did not glance at the left right. Focus on asphalt. Avoid greeting neighbors, because every time they say hello, the edges always tapered to corner him, revealing where he came from.

Warung Bu Marsih many buyers, although reluctant, would not want Khalisa had to strengthen themselves approached to buy ketupat for breakfast.

"You're strong, Khal, whatever the people say there, as always, think of the wind" he murmured to himself.

The appearance of Khalisa invites the gaze of those who are buying. There are normal glances, some are trivial. No exception Miss Marsih the seller ketupat vegetable.

"Mom, buy the vegetable rhombus four servings. complete." Khalisa offered the bushel he brought along with two twenty thousand bills.

"Well, whoa, whoa. Hadeh, why did that Wulan let you come to my stall? I hope my shop doesn't have to be unlucky for being visited by dirty people like you!" his lips were spicy, while Khalisa chose to bow down, neither refuting nor arguing the reproach thrown at him.

Seriate.