The Curse of Love
Part 136 Memories of Nasi Mawut
"If Sofwan still understand well, but please Aisyah do not be yelled at like that."
I held Aisyah and took her into the room after I looked at Anggita who I thought was missing.
It has been almost two months that we have never been berserk again. I was also lazy to say hello first if the edges were just snapped and maki scorn that I received from my own wife.
I actually wanted to take Aisyah out of this house, but her big brother's eyes were so dear to Aisyah that he wouldn't let us go.
For Aisha's sake I must be strong. Because actually many times Anggita kicked me out of this house even asked me to divorce her. I never told my father-in-law about it. I love him as much as my own father.
Only mba sri and aunt know how rude Anggita words are often thrown at me.
Sometimes I think, maybe this is the karma that I have received for wasting my wife and children.
"Ah...What are they and how are they doing now huh?? Are they okay?"
Upon my return from Balikpapan that time, I never again had time to contact them. My time is just up taking care of work and taking care of Aisyah.
I think also now Sania is happy because she is already with Miko back.
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"Hey papa young..dreaming of your work, what the hell are you thinking, bro??"
Sandro and Adit my friend one office patted me hard on the shoulder.
"Are you still thinking about that Anggita, Wan?" Ask Sandro.
"Yes San, I feel really depressed at home.I want to get out of there but feel sorry for my daughter."
These two friends of mine know exactly how rude Anggita is to rebuke me and yell at me.
"You're treated like you're not just a husband."
"The presumption is grateful in such a state of disability, the husband is still taking care and still wants to survive in these conditions and situations."
"Try me who was treated like that, I've been looking for an affair outside the house.toh have a disabled wife can not serve me anymore, evil also said he." Sandro grumbled in annoyance.
"That's you San, if Sofwankan is any different.he's a loyal husband type." Adit Timpal.
"I'm also a devoted husband, Dit!!"
"Yes San you're the faithful husband type, every bend is there." Adit laughed.
I just smiled when I heard these rants from my two friends. The three of us both moved from the office in Balikpapan, and mutated here.
Adit has just been married while Sandro still chooses to be single until now. He does not want to be bothered with marriage, he said.
Moreover, he saw the riweh of my household affairs, not to mention Gita Adit's possessive wife.
"Hey.bend we have a holiday, Gita also went home to her parents, you want us not to go out, yuk!!"
"Eat, watch or whatever!!" Adit Seru.
"If I was okay, no one would be angry even if I didn't go home either if this duren!!" Sandro turned his lips to me.
"What is San? Sofwannah still has a wife." Adit Timpal.
"Where's Sofwan? Come on, we're refreshing to remove the fatigue in our heads." Adit and Sandro again persuaded me.
"Okelah..but don't take it slow? Pity my daughter for so long in staying with her nanny." I finally agreed.
We finally agreed tomorrow afternoon to go for three.
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I rode my motorcycle casually, I deliberately went back and forth on the motorbike because the atmosphere of the road in the city of Yogyakarta is often jammed in this afternoon.
"Kok suddenly I want to eat mawut rice huh?? Ah, I'd better find a stall of fried rice sellers, usually sell mawut rice as well." Mumbles.
I have arrived at the stall of the fried rice seller Arema. I remember when in Balikpapan first, usually rice fried arema always spoil the tongue and the price was right in the bag.
I ordered two servings of mawut rice, one for me one wrapped for Aisyah later.
I haven't eaten this mawut rice in a long time. Nasi mawut is Sania's favorite, always it's to that alone in the message especially when pregnant Dina, almost every day the order is mawut rice.aja!!
"Kangen mas same you and the kids, deck!!" Now that we're so far apart, it's what's keeping us apart like this."
Because of this mawut rice so evoke memories of my ex-wife.
I was again engrossed in eating my food while daydreaming at the thought of the meek Sania being eating with me.
Suddenly...
"It's empty, isn't it?" A voice greeted me.
I who daydreamed became shocked. I looked up to find the origin of the voice that greeted me.
"Astaghfirullah's..." I was surprised again.
"Sania?"
The woman standing next to me looked a lot like Sania.
"Sorry mas, I'm Dewi not Sania.I want to ask her mas to slide a little, I want to sit."
"Oh sorry mba, please sit down.I'll soon have the meal done anyway."
"I'm sorry mba, I thought that Dewii was Sania.has been very similar, which distinguishes only her hair."
"Yes, no problem, oh yes with who?" Ask Goddess.
"Sofwan Prayoga's..." I took the initiative to extend my hand first.
"There must be the most beautiful memories with Sania ya mas, to the point that I thought Sofwan mas is Sania."
Sofwan laughed miris. "He's my ex-wife, mba!!" My word.
"Oh, sorry before!!" The goddess looks unkind.
"I'm done, I'm the first goddess..." Pamitku.
"Oh, let's go ahead."
I went out carrying a packet of mawut rice for Aisyah at home, hopefully she hasn't slept so I can feed her.
My death...
"Mas Sofwan is a handsome guy, how can you divorce his wife, huh?? They are no longer fools." The goddess asked and answered her own question.
When I came home Aisyah was sitting in front of the television watching her favorite cartoon.
"Assalamualaikum, Aisyah Khumairah the beautiful son of papa!!"
"Waalaikum salam.papa bring what?" He got up from his seat and kissed the back of my hand.
"Papa bring mawut rice, papa ya!!" Aisyah nodded quickly.
My daughter never chooses food, she always eats anything that my aunt serves or if I bring food like this again. He must have eaten it.
Sometimes I feel sorry for Aisyah, she grows up and matures faster than her own age. Moreover, his speech is no longer slurred.
Maybe he understood how his mother was doing. My mother no longer cared about him.
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