Special Maid For Om Duda
Ruckus, I'm Fighting!

Without feeling like I've been in my hometown for three days. In three days' time I'll be married. The atmosphere of the house is getting crowded. More and more families are coming.

Even the far-off sodaras are already in the gathering. My heart is getting less and less. Because from the welcome and from the complexity that I saw my wedding was the most lively than my sisters. Although my sisters are also no less lively of course, but for my show I guess and make sure the most festive. You also said that my wedding was the last, so he wanted to make a party of the people of the noble family style, maybe.

From entertainment alone you say to throw away hundreds of millions of money, not yet for the buffet menu there are three cows provided. My heart is getting less and less. Referee that my show will end as it has been. Unbelievable tension, especially Aarav, my future husband as long as I return home only send a message once, which is asking whether it has arrived yet, and what kind of situation in the village. I returned the message, and until now there were no more messages from my future husband.

I saw the phone in my hand. A message came in from my father. Actually I was lazy to go outside the room, if not the most important. Because of this, the Father who called me was forced to meet the Father.

I stopped my steps, right in front of the living room. My skin in a matter of seconds instantly heated up, my chest also seemed to be about to explode.

"The Lydians want to marry a widower."

"Pantes kebellet wedded, surely the lakinya can not stand it anymore."

"Partially wait for virgins where there are those who want the same old, less power. If widows are both old." (The gossip's giggling voice)

"So wonder how her future husband. Don't be the same age as Mr. Lurah."

"I'm even suspicious, if Lydia was pregnant first. Where resistant widower did not ask for DP, surely he was already in DP-in first, so hurriedly kebelet dihalalin so as not to be embarrassed."

"Let Duda but rich."

"Right or rich maksa, at least this is a Lydia mah who is modalin, where he wants to lose equally adek-adeknya. That's why he made the wedding even better. Later abis hajajat dizzy pay bank installments."

"That's their pain."

Plakkkp... Plaakkkp... Pllaackk.... I was already very upset to hear their gossip directly venting on the gossip culprit.

"If by the way you're on guard well, Lyra, Lisa, Lika. How do you know if what you're saying is true?" my question while pointing to my three younger siblings, and also to the neighbors who are wrapping the cake to sag.

"Well, is not the future husband of Mbak is a widower right? So what's not right" lead my youngest brother, who always keeps me up in blood. Uh not just me but my parents are the same, my sister's behavior number three is a little difficult to advise. Even Father, and Mother, had trouble advising Lyra. Moreover, I was clear that I was in great trouble to make him aware.

"Indeed my future husband is a widower, but the other points you guys gosipin not all right," I pleaded. It feels like this heart is so hot when my future husband is not. Especially about age, I was insecure because in fact I was older than my future husband. Ah, more precisely I got duren palm at once Bronis. (Two cool money nests at once in sweet droves)

Especially from so many years, only this time I responded to my sister's bad babble that was not good quality. I'm also a human who feels cape diidas constantly. I I also want to teach them a lesson.

"Well, when I'm angry you say don't be angry because it's a sign of feeling, but when I shut up and pretend my ears are budding you also say. Shut up because you feel, shut up because you're wrong. So what do you guys want me to keep on, but still gossiping, I'm angry you get angry and keep spreading rumors continue." I widened my eyes to my brother who also did not want to lose. My hands are folded in front of my chest.

I don't know if my sister is silent, they are shocked to see me angry or they are insulting me in their heart.

"I've been cape as your stuff. I thought that if I left this neighborhood I would calm down, in fact you would keep chasing me until you find a small gap to visit me again" I snapped in a high voice.

"That's just what you've been feeling all this time we've mentioned names, so don't be GR," Lyra replied in an innocent tone.

"Well, I know that, you don't mention names. It's all because of one of the ways you guys can slacken," I replied. We keep arguing. Even the family room that originally only had a few neighbors was now actually crowded by neighbors who were overwhelmed with commotion inside.

Not to miss Father and Mother also came with a step that stuck he immediately broke me and also Lyra. Embarrassed? I even forgot what that shame was. This kind of incident is not just something I have experienced now, I have experienced it often.

I still look relaxed with a face that always looks straight at Lyra and turns to my parents. I'm tired of being a brother who is always patient and understand the mistakes of my sisters who ended up they can't respect and even appreciate me. They will be proud to be able to puff my mouth. If usually I will bow down and issue my sacred word that is 'Sorry' this time I remain with my face of anger and disappointment, my lips I key waiting for a message from the Father and Mother.

Although there will definitely be the word "Your sister is the oldest brother is not good to exemplify your sisters like this, let's apologize let your sisters imitate you as the number one child." I have memorized the words of Father and Mother.

"Lyra, Lisa and Lyka to the room of the Father, you are also Ma'am," said the Father in a resigned tone. Poor fellow? Surely I feel sorry for both my parents they are always faced with the same problem continues, namely the quarrel of his children.

I walked back with Mother beside me, but I did not speak my words in the least. I accidentally locked my mouth, because I was afraid that if I opened it, my patience that had been lost, could issue a word that could hurt anyone, especially my parents.

Well, I can indeed be said to be quiet, but once talking can make people's hearts cry. I wouldn't think twice if I was angry, I wanted to talk once but they realized, this is what I'm afraid of hurting other people's hearts and making endless grudges.

I laugh bitterly for the umpteenth time, as if it has become a tradition every big event there must be a commotion. If it had been to the end of my failed marriage, would the commotion this time be worse? Or even this commotion has no effect on the event we hold, I don't know the new trial will begin. I looked at my youngest brother's face as if there was a smile of satisfaction on his face.

"Just wait for Lyra I won't let you gossip about my future husband, you won't be able. I will not let you be happy in my suffering. If I am unable to reverse it, being your pain is my happiness, then at least we are both suffering, "my inner self by looking at Lyra's deeply causing face.

"The toughest enemies are indeed the closest people, they will continue to seek defense. Even the wrong one will continue to seek defense until it is difficult to distinguish what is wrong and what is right. "