The Retaliation of a Wife Considered a Household Parasite
156: Wrong Consequences of Choosing a Husband
“Oke, Mas, it's complete. So, how much is it?” widy said after he checked two bags of his order and has now decorated the table in his stall.
Angga stared at the astonished woman before him. Widy, whose left cheek wound seemed to be drying out, and occasionally caught the woman's left hand starting to move, gradually opening the wallet. Widy seems to be paying.
“Udah, right?” answer the gentle Angga.
“Hah?” Widy stared at the confused man before her and still wears a black mask.
“Iya, already. In the bonnya the evidence is also paid off. You sent people to pay, right?” continued Angga explained, but his interlocutor immediately frowned as well as lips. Widy is clearly denying.
“It's seen again the bonnya. Mamahku who said, this afternoon, there are mbah-mbah come, pay in your order,” sure Angga.
Widy immediately shook her head. “Seriously, I don't feel that way. Mbah-mbah who? Ih, that's not really it. Yes, Mbah-mbah?”
Angga was also confused. “Honestly, I was confused, but the original has been paid even change for my mom.”
Listening to that, Widy immediately shook her head. Hurriedly he made sure of the bon he had forgotten to put where, but it was crushed by one of his pockets. “I keep paying, Mas. Fearful. That's what women are men?” Widy really took out the money that was on the note, from inside her wallet.
“Grandpa, Dy, says Mamah.” Angga was more confused because he got paid again for goods he knew had been paid. “Loh how to get paid, again?”
“Yes, I haven't paid yet, Mom. Matah-mbah business, it's later if he comes again, just love the money. Don't be demit anymore. Ih, horror!” widy suddenly shuddered. “So in the future, just in case, if there is this kind, what is strange and I do not ngabarin, Mas tell me first, yes.” Windy.
“So it's people now, isn't it, Mas? Sure, I was scared,” continued Widy.
“You said I was scared too. I will ask Mamah. Thank goodness the person came again, so I can return the money,” said Angga.
“Well yes, Mas. Serem, right?” sergeant Widy. While carrying one bag of his order to the front of the refrigerator there, he said, “Oh yes, Mas want to drink what?”
Angga reflexes shakes. “No need, no need. Here I am also in a hurry to buy materials.” Angga who still felt awkward hurriedly parted. But when Widy's daughter came out, she became stuck away let alone the boy named Salwa was also directly watching her from top to bottom, long enough.
“Why, Wa?” widy asked to stop his busy life and chose to focus on staring at the princess and instead he was watching Angga.
Salwa whose shoulder-length hair resembled an antennae, gradually looked at the lethargic mama. “Wawa thinks dad. Why don't you come home, Ma? Wawa kan kangen.”
Widy's eyes instantly hot because of it, representing her heart that instantly screamed painfully. Because everything related to children will indeed immediately make it very sensitive. He will be very easily fragile just because of sadness let alone the tears of his children. Not to mention if her kids are sick. Now alone, the reason for Salwa tantrum as well as fever, is still because of the boy's longing for Agus who really has no news.
Angga knows, Widy and Agus are divorced. But the man did not know if Agus was worse than him to Arum and Aidan in the past.
Wawa stared doubtfully at the man before her and had just taken down the mask and was immediately known as Angga, Aidan's papa.
“Wah, Mas Aidan's papa! Where's mas Aidan?!” sergeant Wawa was immediately excited.
The three-year-old girl immediately ran towards Angga. But now it is Angga's turn to be in a dilemma because the name of the child who had been the man was wasted was called. However, Angga does not want to be selfish and immediately responds with a smile no less cheerful.
“Mas Aidan again the same Bude Arum,” said Angga while holding Wawa's thin body using both hands, then carrying it.
“Oh, again the same Pakde Kala, too, yes?” reply Wawa and success make Angga can not reply.
From the kitchen, Rusmini's mother accidentally came out and caught the view now. Rusmini's mother immediately fell silent to endure the pain just because of the interaction of Angga and Wawa this time. The boy complained to his father that he told Angga never to go home or at least just a phone call.
“Later if Pakde meet dad, I tell him to go home well, Pakde. Say, Wawa kangen. Wawa is hard to hurt, but I'm not coming home too.” Wawa who was a crybaby, sobbing.
Widy, who can't stand the pain of her daughter, chose to go into the house. The woman did so while continuing to look down because her tears had already fallen. On the lip of the door to the kitchen whose existence is straight with the door of Angga's togetherness with Wawa, Widy faced with the mamak who had also joined in tears. Widy hastily wiped her tears completely, then passed by the mother, into the kitchen. There, the two boys were eating voraciously, but both were compact to wear a fever-relieving compress plaster.
“I'm sorry Mom made you this way, well, son. If Mamah had not been blinded by Mamah's love for your father. You certainly will not feel this painful wound,” inner Widy who slowly realized, wrong choose husband not only hurt him as a wife. Because choosing the wrong husband also has a fatal impact on his children. “If I could change fate, but that's impossible, Widy's inner” immediately refused gently as her two sons smiled and one of them offered her a meal.
Widy went into the bathroom where she was next to the kitchen. He chose to wash his face as often as possible to disguise his tears that never stop flowing.
“Dy, doctor Andri phone,” exclaimed mother Rusmini after seeing the maker of the princess's phone that was on the shop table, ringing. He took her to the kitchen and ended up at the bathroom door.
Hearing the name of the doctor called Andri, Widy immediately worried. What's the matter, while they have no promises? Widy thought gradually opening the white plastic door in front of her.
“Mak, Mak, .. please take a towel,” Widy said after receiving her phone from Rusmini's mother.
“Yeah, that's your wound. Just wanted to dry!” reprimand the worried Rusmini mother while hurriedly picking up the towel in the clothes clothes clothesline and her position was on the kitchen doorstep.
The outside kitchen door was open, and from where Widy stood, they could see some of the outside atmosphere including clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes Widy when the door was opened.
Widy immediately answered Andri's doctor's sari phone. “Good afternoon, Doc? What's up, huh?” he said, who then received the towel given by the mother while nodding as a form of gratitude.
“I want to go there. Check your hands. About, our children like what food drinks what, let me bring all of you. Don't refuse, loh. If I refuse, I am angry!” said Dr. Andri from across the street and sounded attentive.
Widy froze up. After a while ago he was told there were mba-mbahs who paid his order to Angga, then Angga who also became very attentive to Wawa, Wawa, now there is also still more attention and that is directly to his three children.