The Retaliation of a Wife Considered a Household Parasite
116: Cutis and Elegant Jandes
No more veils, hijabs, or covered clothes. Fatimah's mother really no longer makes all that as an attribute. The mandatory attributes that the woman has been wearing to appear modest so that everyone is reluctant, consider it sacred because of its appearance is typical for those who understand religion. Septi who witnessed the drastic change, immediately stunned. Septi it is hard to believe that the mama is even so.
For Septi, the latest appearance of the mamah looks like a virgin who really put forward the appearance. Of course Septi is nothing compared to his current appearance.
“Why you?” ask Fatimah's mother who wears long jeans, but her knee is decorated with many incisions. Similar dangdut biduan often Septi see from stage to stage entertainment.
“Mamah is not wrong, use this?” tanya Septi is still hijab.
Septi who came without Sepri, and only with the papah's lawyer, said, “Like the dangdut biduan, you know, Mah! Norak! She has a granddaughter too, and she looks like that! Bagusan also yesterday, adem see it.”
Fatimah's mother who had a slim body, looked at the princess's astonishment. “Ya why? Wong kutis whose father you married was originally a dangdut biduan!”
“The news is so,” Inner Septi justifies, that the woman who has transferred the life of her father, works as a dangdut biduan. “But that doesn't mean, Mamah looks like a kutis!” rengek Septi is not willing with the latest appearance of the mama. “Fear instead invite the no-no, Mah. After all, Mamah herself said, who looks like that, kutis. And who wants to be the same I'm automatically not a good man. Papah is not a good man either. Yeah, well, just gontor men like papah in the closet. Mama also deserves to be happy. We deserve to be happy without being cheap, Mah.”
Septi spoke at length convincing the mama he went to become clumsy tend to be embarrassed.
“Even Mamah wonder to you. How did you become a grandmother like this? The body of an elephant kayak, unkempt and the skin is dull so decile. Exactly like Supri's stump wife! Deserve Supri glancing at you!” said Fatimah's mother.
Septi immediately snorted. “Mamah ih!”
Unaccepting, Fatimah's mother immediately glared angrily at Septi. “That's a fact! Mama who women alone do not feel at home and have no interest in you, let alone men? Your husband can also be taken by another woman!”
“We're divorced, really. Yesterday the Angga had already caught me, but not because of my appearance!” Septi who was honest, deliberately straightened out that it could be guaranteed, the reason Angga divorced him was not because of physical.
“If not physical, then why? Because you have no treasure. So?” ask Fatimah's mother nagging.
Septi. “Because I am tired Mah, life is hard. Now the Angga becomes om-om a traveling fryer. You see, after being imprisoned, he became difficult to find a real job.”
Fatimah's mom immediately kicep. That's how his daughter, no matter how bad Septi, there was a time where his daughter would be honest like now, let alone the age of Septi was relatively young.
“Please, Mah. Don't dress like that. I see it's just shy. Later there, Papah more and more feel winning to know! So, if Mamah is even told off as a thug or even some kind of pergzmo, how? Yes if until marriage, if only dipake or even sprained and sold free how? Horrified, Mah.” After speaking so, Septi also assured, “Mending now we example the jandes Arum only. That elegant. We can also skyrocket without having to be cheap, kok Mah!”
“From now on, we move on only, Mah. We start a new effort to reply Papah. It's good to live a good life when we are thrown out. I swear to live papah and kutisnya, will never be happy. Bankrupt their sickness!” Of course Septi also did not forget, “Lagian Mamah himself did not tell Jandes Arum that polygamy is beautiful? Women are required to receive polygamy. Mama is also the one who aspires to have a dream honey? Tuh honey her dream of the kutis, dijabah born mind directly ideals Mamah know!”
“If I'm not really combined. Mending is a wonderful elegant widow!” septi continued, still relaxing.
Fatimah's mother who was reminded of her ideals as well as her biggest dream is to have a dream honey, directly kicep. Of course he also did not forget that in the past, he had forced Arum to want to be combined. In the past, he lectured Arum at length, which he also did not hesitate to lightly hand, apart from the words that must be smoothed because it was too rough.
“It's karma. Surely this is my karma that once asked Arum to make it want to be combined! Nadjiiss, nadjiss!” inner mother Fatimah crying inner. Even now, it was immediately glazed. It hurts to be thrown away by the husband who has been taking care of, serving without knowing the time. In fact, in addition to accompanying Mr. Joseph from zero, like Fatimah's mother also became the business brain of Mr. Joseph.
“We'll see, what can your mediocre brain be without me, Suf!” inner mother Fatimah swore serapah. He was very vengeful to the ex-husband who divorced him forcibly without any division. He was only given bail for his release from prison, in addition to one million. Truly a very cruel as well as painful disposal.
“Madu .. honey-honey, ideal honey.” Septi suddenly dangdutan.
Fatimah's mother who heard him was immediately shocked. Already the lyrics of the dream honey, with the rhythm of dangdut anyway. Yes, the right hand of Fatimah's mother reflexes on Septi's back.
The afternoon sky to the afternoon today is really bright, no less bright than Septi who is so eager to become an elegant widow like Arum. Inviting his all-round mamah and just kenai hijab syari that until Septi accidentally bought in the opposite figure, Septi invites the mama in business.
“What business?” ask Fatimah's mother not to follow the style of kutis clothes. He took Septi's hand back to the black sedan owned by Mr. Haji whose daughter was hired without pay.
“Yes just another business rame, Mah. If I see, the Angga's trading continues. Often go home and the money is there,” said Septi.
Fatimah's mother looked at the curious Angga. “What is a fried trade Angga, anyway?” It occurred to him to invite Angga to work together.
“Keep, what is your child, Sep?” fatimah's mother gradually sat in the passenger seat following Septi.
“Yes butts, Mah. Similar to Supret!” honest reply Septi.
Hearing that, the head of Fatimah's mother immediately quayeng. The woman reflexively used both of her hands to massage her head.