The Suffering of the Raised Child
Chapters 113.

After a debate that is quite tough, finally Devano resigned to the will of Mahalini, at the dining table there are also both parents who also monitor his daughter.

''Mas Vano often know Mi can not allow me to eat spicy, kan bete' so, ''' the battle Mahalini to the Mami who has now gathered in his living room.

''It can't be like that anymore okay, let your wife eat as she pleases, as long as it's not excessive, '' said Mami Amora very gently.

Devano just nodded resignedly, considering he had too forbid the will of his wife all this time, ''Alright, but do not be too spicy also Mi, '' Devano continued with a long sigh.

''And you also heard the words of your husband, he forbade you to do this, and eat this? it's all just because he loves you, son?'' mami Amora told her daughter-in-law.

''Yes Mi,'' Devano replied resignedly.

They were busy chatting until it did not feel like it was 11 pm, and Mahalini was asleep on the sofa that used to sit.

''It's so cool of you, baby, because of his chatter, that you sleep like this, '' said Mami Amora seeing her daughter was asleep.

''Vano moved first to Ma's room, Mi,'' saying goodbye to Devano by slipping both hands into Mahalini's body, to carry her, to carry her, and take her to the room upstairs.

''I also want to say goodbye, we will meet tomorrow in an ordinary place huh, said Mami Amora with a move from her seat, Mr. Sagara also woke up from his seat and shook hands with the besan.

Not to forget also Mr. Sagara entrust Mahalini to his besan, ''Titip my daughter, if she is wrong to reprove,'' said Mr. Sagara to Papa Devano.

''Definitely, Mahalini I have considered as my own daughter, so you do not have to worry anymore about Mahalini, ''' he replied by patting Mr. Sagara on the back.

''Well, thank you before that,''

Papa Devano nodded slowly, assuring.

Mr. Sagara and Mami Amora have returned from the mansion of Mama Clara, while Devano did not come back down, he immediately accompanied the wife who was sleeping soundly on her bed.

Devano opened the hijab that was being worn by the wife, in his face Mahalini face with a long look, very beautiful and also adem see the face of his wife.

''Your appearance is like this, there are still people who are fascinated by your beauty dear, but I am very grateful to have gotten your love, and forgive the mistakes of the past yes dear,'' muttered Devano with a caress of Mahalini's white cheeks.

Mahalini wriggled, perhaps her sleep was interrupted by Devano's big teak stroke, but her eyes were still closed, only tilting her body by facing her husband.

Devano smiled with his wife, who instead more and more peeked his face into the chest of Devano's mute.

''Sleep baby, I won't bother you tonight, and Dedek also broke? kasian Bunda all day tired of taking care of his catering house.''Whisper her to her baby candidate.

Devano confirmed the blanket of Mahalini and in both very soft and long on the wife's forehead. Soon Devano had joined in the dream.

At the catering house, Mr. Djarot and his wife were busy making peanut seasoning for tomorrow, this afternoon Mahalini had banned Mr. Djarot and Ms. Marni to make this spice, he said, because all the other employees had gone home, Mr. Djarot just nodded, but did not heed the words of Mahalini.

''Sir e, is it okay what we made tonight,'' asked the wife who is always called Bune.

''It's okay Bune, itung-itung I can't sleep tonight, if Bune wants to sleep just sleep, I'll make my own, anyways tomorrow good stay help others Bune,'' said Mr. Djarot, who still continues to grind his peanut seasoning.

''Bune also can not sleep Mr. E, so let Bune help Pak e course, ''' his reply by taking the beans that have been fried this afternoon.

Mr. Djarot and Bu Marni did live in a Mahalini catering house, incidentally beside him there was a room that could be occupied by the two of them, the beginning of which Mr. Djarot refused to move from his house, because Mahalini and Devano will move Mr. Djarot to a housing place that is classified as elite, Mr. Djarot firmly refused the invitation, and Mahalini immediately initiative first so that both of them want to stay in his catering house.

Mr. Djarot immediately nodded his head. Mr. Djarot not his refused the house given by Mahalini for him, but he would feel very lonely in the house, the house, in addition, the neighbors will be busy with their respective office affairs, while Mr. Djarot himself only budgeting and do not know what to sell with the house there.

Back to Mr. Djarot.

''Bune, if suppose there are small children here very rame yes, but after they go home everything immediately becomes quiet, '' he said softly.

''Yes, sir, but should we be grateful? because at our age today there are still good people on us Mr. E, you do not know that there is no Non Mahalini, so far he is very good with the family of the Father,'' sahut the wife with her sad tone, remembering in his old heart all the people who used to love left them both for a long time.

''Do not be sad? Bune is also sad, right?'' add her by hugging the old body of Mr. Djarot.

They were both dissolved in grief, but Mr. Djarot hurriedly wiped his tears with his arm, ''already, we better finish this soon Bune, after that we have to rest because tomorrow there will be many orders here, said Mr. Djarot to divert his wife's speech.

Ms. Marni nodded and put all the nuts into the mill, now the seasoning seasoning is ready and tomorrow stay in the adon only, then in a small plastic wrap.

Mr. Djarot always looked at the face of his wife who was not young anymore, but Mr. Djarot was very moved because only he who survived until now, he was very touched, because Mr. Djarot's own family went and did not want to admit that Mr. Djarot was his brother, because Mr. Djarot is very poor.

Is it fair to someone who only he is poor, so it was thrown away by his brother, while there are still many people who are more incapable of the family of Mr. Djarot, but all of their families supported and supported her, instead of leaving her.

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