Sacred In Stain
Cotton Sugar

Khalisa Chapter 8. Cotton Sugar.

“Ahhhh.”

Khalisa's voice sipped the meatballs through his bowl directly until the toilet sounded loud without realizing it, so delicious. A bowl of savory fruiting meatballs plus two spoons of green cayenne pepper is the most suitable. The squeeze of lime juice adds to the aroma as well as the more delicious taste caressing sense, perfect blend of delicacy.

“Sedapnya,” he said full of joy, then sipped a glass of hot tea free to wash the tongue.

Taking some of the tissue sheets available at the table, Khalisa turned to the child sitting next to him, wiping the mouth of Afkar's trunk. Khalisa deliberately let Afkar eat alone, to train the child's gross motor and instill independence. Always patiently and painstakingly teach Afkar to be able to eat alone, never bored and tired even though sometimes at the ends he has to bathe the child because the meal is still messy.

“Mmmm, Unda, mamamnya delicious,” great-grandson Afkar happy, then lick his own lips.

“Children Mother pinter, eat it out.” Khalisa chimed with cheerfulness. This afternoon he was happily immeasurably happy, finally being able to buy his favorite meatballs freely could also buy healthy porridge for Afkar. Chicken porridge is most often talked about by neighbors who have toddlers.

Checking the money in his pocket, Khalisa's smile again flashed. The money is still left 120 thousand rupiah after being used to pay meatballs, porridge and freight, the amount for Khalisa is still quite a lot.

“Afkar want to buy what else?” bargain to the son, pointed jongko snack seller also a cigarette that was not far from the meatball shop.

Today Khalisa is eager to buy his children snacks freely without the interruptions of his mother-in-law who always forbid. Tell Khalisa that snacks are just junk food. Besides being unhealthy, it also invites waste. Said that Afkar sick the cost of treatment to the doctor was part of the scattering.

Khalisa not not not not knowing about it, snacks are not a source of nutritional fulfillment food. However, as a mother, she also wanted Afkar to feel the beautiful world of ordinary children like other children around him. Occasionally a snack of ice cream or a bar of sweet chocolate does not matter, which is important not continuously and when the child is in good health.

Alternately, Afkar turned his eyes on his mother as well as the snack seller's jongko, looking indecisive. His innocent eye-spinning stared at the clingy Khalisa.

“Af benelan boyeh jajan, Unda?” he hesitated, because he was not used to it.

Scrambling his son's hair with a hint of affection, Khalisa stared back warmly as he nodded. “Iya, really can, Unfortunately Mother.”

“But, Af endak want to snack. Later granny gini-gini cama Unda,” said confused, showing index finger pointing forward Khalisa's face, making Khalisa surprised extraordinary. Never thought his son would often notice and record Wulan's reaction every time Khalisa bought him snacks. “Grandma malain Unda huh?”

“Oh, the, Grandma is not angry. Just Mommy forgot to buy a hawker grandmother too. Be sulky, not angry.” As bad as Wulan's attitude to him, Khalisa did not want the child to be a figure who does not respect his father-in-law, still cover up the ugliness of Wulan, even though either had to be until when.

That handsome boy was overjoyed amazingly. In a hurry to get down, Afkar's tiny hand hit Khalisa. “Cashable, Unda.” Afkar pulls his mother closer to the snack vendor's jongko eagerly. Refusing to be carried, wanting to walk alone.

“Boyeh this endak, Unda?” Afkar designates colorful cotton candy. The kind of snacks that Wulan vehemently opposes whenever Afkar wants them.

“Asyik,” Afkar jump up and down in excitement, his plain eyeballs sparkle when receiving snacks that often attract his attention.

Meanwhile at Amanda's residence, Dion was accompanying Amanda who was being dressed up by makeup artists. Wearing a green-colored mint dress accented with matching brakat designed one stel with Dion's shirt. The makeup artists are quite overwhelmed, Amanda is the type of fussy in many ways, just keep complaining about this and that.

“This foundation looks less bright. Too dark,” protests, the look of his face is very clear he does not like the reflection in the mirror.

“This has been adjusted to Non Manda skin tone, so that the results remain natural as previous requests. If it is too bright, later the fall of the jomplang with the back of the hand tone,” explained the makeup artist, pausing to sweep the brush blush on. Though the results of the MUA's skilled hands are very suitable and maximum, not origin and arbitrary.

“Ck, how is it?” Amanda clucked in annoyance. “Just repeat, make it brighter. It's a special event, I want my makeup to go!” decreed.

“But sorry, Non. Mepet time. The event is about to start and if repeated from the beginning of time will not be enough,” explained the MUA ventured to speak realistically, because the seven-month event will start approximately thirty minutes more.

“No matter how, just repeat from the beginning!”

Dion approaches and squeezes Amanda's shoulder. “Honey, hold your emotions dong, angry is not good for pregnant women,” persuade sweet Dion.

“But I don't like her makeup. I want to be the most beautiful tonight.” Amanda sulks spoiled.

“This is beautiful, try to pay attention again, the makeup fits perfectly with you.” Dion pointed Amanda's chin towards the mirror again. Persuading gently over and over again until Amanda finally nodded.

Although deep in his heart Dion admitted, Khalisa more beautiful in face than Amanda. It's just his heart that once loved, defeated the ego now.

The insults thrown at Khalisa, gradually make Dion's feelings for Khalisa no longer the same. He was weak, could not bear to be dragged scorned by the people and his relatives about Khalisa who was stained, untitled, without throne. Not comparable to the qualifications of Amanda who had a heavy crush on Dion. Instead of trying to fight for Khalisa's respect, Dion chose to save his own image, but he also did not want to release Khalisa free from his grip, it was selfish.

“Yuk, out. The show is about to start.” Dion helps Amanda stand up, holding her out to applause.

Seriate.

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