Waiting for First Love to Return
Silaturahmi To Neighbors

"Seriously divisible, Bun?" I asked enthusiastically, and answered a slow nod by Mother. Which makes me carefree and give a brief hug to Mother.

"Why can't you? Who cooks Tasya, the goods that buy also Tasya kok. To be loved by anyone is up to Tasya. Or want to sell Tasya also ngk papa." Clearly Mother.

It can also be the idea of Mother. Innering.

I cheerfully split the risoles into several dishes to carry on the neighbors. Do not forget the design is also for the husband if you go home later. Beti and Rasya? Don't think about it. Bodo time with them.

"Mothers want to join the anterin? Mother Main. Find a chatter buddy." I said, to which he answered a happy nod of his head.

This happy thing can fill our free time with something we love. Especially being able to share. Try if you can produce sustenance too, huh? Think later. Discuss with Husband.

"Here you go, kid. If there, the person is rarely at home at this hour. Office man." Mother said pointing to the right direction that looks simple house for us to stop by, and pointed to the left with a high fenced house that said people are busy.

"Yes already. Come on Buk." Carrying plates and next hand pushing your seat. Mother also brought one more plate in her lap.

"Assynolajet. " My greetings greet three young mothers who are chatting in front of the house, under a large guava tree while watching two girls who are playing the market. One of them is pregnant.

"Waalaikum salam. Uh buk Lina and mbk... who is it?" He answered, and greeted Mother, but forgot my name.

"Eh, Miss Lina. Haven't seen you in a long time? How's it going?" Their chatter stopped and all looked at us with friendly smiles.

"Tasya ma'am." I answered kindly and shook hands with everyone.

"Alhamdulillah healthy. You all healthy too?" Answer the friendly Mother.

"Alhamdulillah. "

"This is Miss Mila, who owns this house. This one is Arni, his house next door. If the pregnant woman is Julia, her house is right there." Obviously Mother introduced, which answered a nod of the head by them.

"Yes, mbk. We are relaxed at home with kids. So if lunch like to find a friend story so not bosen." Obviously mbk Arni not to hesitate.

"Yes that's it. So if you're bored at home, play here." Add Mbk Mila.

"We made a little more food. Please tasting." Rich Mother handed the food plate to the oldest mother. She said her name was Mila, the host. And I gave it to the other mother.

"Ah, trouble Mom." He said pleasantries, even though the hand was still forward to receive.

"Yes ni. Tumben diligently cook the buk." Mbk Arni.

"Maybe his new daughter-in-law likes to cook. Where did Beti ever cook? Hangout continues to work. Shopping." Reply Julia who is the youngest. Even I'm the first pregnant.

"That's it, Julia boy. My daughter-in-law is a cook. Attention is the same mother." Promote and praise with passion. I was ashamed to hear it myself.

"Mother can ah." I said embarrassed.

"Lucky to have a daughter-in-law of attention, matching the same mother who is also loving ." Mbk Arni.

"Here you are, Dek. Sit." Sit." Mbk Mila patted the long wooden bench she was sitting on. And he shifted his seat to fit the four of them. I said, because I was tired of standing up too.

Sitting under a tree like this is good too, yak? Plus a cold drink and a snack. More comfortable gossiping about it.

Being a normal person is fun too. Not only locked yourself in a room lamenting fate. Waiting for a love that knows when it will come. Meningan out looking for a friend of the story, so that it can momentarily forget the wounds that once existed in the heart. Forgetting a moment of chest tightness.

I used to be too sibu to work, to have a few hours of free time only enjoyed in the room staring at the photos on the phone. Now I want to find another activity. Reducing your own time that is only filled with looking at past photos. Although I still see him a few times.

"Oh yes, mbk Julia has not been able to be alone, huh? I'll get you again." I said I saw plates of only two, while mothers were of three.

"Papa, really good, right mbk?" Convince the value of my cooking.

"Two thumbs mbk." The answer.

"Perfeck mbk." Mbk Arni followed the assessment.

"Yes, I've got it again, so the family can taste it later." Without waiting for approval I was ready to go home.

" It's good to mbk. Open an order ngk mbk?" Ask Mbk Mila, who was able to stop my steps. " Tomorrow thursday there is a home study for mothers. If you can, order. All the mbk come also let many." Continue to report at once inviting.

I saw Mother asking for approval. Mother smiled. " Thank you, kid. To fill the free time. Than at home, right? " Say Mother agrees.

"That's exactly mbk. What's wrong with using a hobby to make it more productive?" Mbk Julia also cheers with index fingers and a swiped thumb, likening the mouthpiece.

"Yes lah. God can." Reply finally.

I walked back to continue the delayed intention. Until the house is already there Beti who is lining paper bags on the guest table. And she was looking at a new bag that was very beautiful and elegant.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings, look and count the paper bag on the table. Ten fingers went up all the while I tried to count.

"Waalaikum salam." Answer melengos. Probably still angry over last night. Or so the war.

I approached. Look at the contents of each bag on the table. It doesn't seem obvious.

"Why look around? Iri said!" He should see me who walks see him, and glances at the contents in each paper bag of his.

"Tumben's coming home at this hour?" My toot. Not responding to his words earlier.

"Yes that. I got everything I wanted, so I went straight home. " The answer was haughty, showing off the jewelry he had just worn. Ah, like last night didn't make him think and change. It is becoming more and more a child.

Is he not from college?

I look at him sadly. I thought he'd be better off, or at least apologise for yesterday's work. But it's getting haughty and unfriendly. They even made a high barrier between us.

"Why? Want to also have branded items like this? " Pointing the items on the table. "But don't try to dream. That husband is just a teacher, who can afford this." Continue insulting my husband.

It feels so beautiful my emotions too. Ready to explode want to scold him. But, hold. There's no point getting angry at a creature like him.

"For what can buy meWAH goods? if you eat still do not want capital?" My reply is no less sadistic. People like him must be avenged, right? It becomes more if left.

"Heh. You mean what? " She was angry. "Based on the poor ! Buy a meal to be with just a little more every day." Its meaning.

Take a deep breath, let it out. Don't waste your time on someone like him. I went home, his intention was not for him.

"It's okay. The important thing is to be rich, to be happy." I answered with a pouty lip, and walked away leaving him. Continuing that intention will take more food for neighbors who value my efforts more. Not like him, have eaten insult again.

I saw him growling furiously, and throwing his new bag over the glass table. Which creates a clinking sound when the iron hook collides with the table glass.

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