Waiting for First Love to Return
Mother's Anger

"Have you eaten first?" Ask Marta who was sitting on the sofa, right next to Johan who was still busy operating her laptop. Complementary foods that should still be intact are now reduced. And there's also a dirty plate next to Johan. Even the fruit juice that one glass has been reduced.

"Udah, wait for you a long time. Cold doesn't feel good." His reply was just a quick glance at Marta, and refocused on typing with all ten of her fingers.

"Eat. There's still a lot of it. If you ask less for it there." Johan still doesn't see Marta.

Martha just put her lips together. Food is still a lot. There must be a name. This either ends or not later. There is a large lobster arranged on fresh vegetables with lumer spices on top. There are also shells drilled apart. There's even corn stew?

Only with Johan, Marta can enjoy a meal that is quite expensive for her pocket. But the lover understood. Whatever and wherever you eat, there must be rice. If his brother and brother had never eaten at the restaurant. Her brother is good at cooking, so it's rare. Except when forced.

"spent. " His orders when Marta had just eaten half of it. And close the laptop, stand pocketing the phone. Grabbing a map on the work desk.

"Where are you going?" Ask Marta who saw Johan preparing to leave.

"There is a promise of a vegetable supplier. " His reply was casual, but left Marta stunned in disbelief.

"What am I?" Pointing to himself. "My presence is not expected, is it? Begged to come even left. Fates." Marta continued her food.

"spent food. Let Zakia take you back to the dorm."

"Would you really want to meet a supplier ? Very spirit. I want to meet Gebetan. To the extent that his girlfriend is being groomed here." Pouty. Pushing an empty plate. No longer taste.

"Diangpurine. Want to flapain? Approached was that trembling just now. Ask for an apain." Reply sneering.

"Keep going to meet a girl who is ready for anything?"

Johan stopped his steps, again approaching the manyun Marta . Grab Marta's hand and hold it.

"Udah, do not have to think of the like. Back to the dormitory, diligent learning to quickly graduate. " Say Johan in a soft voice. Slowly pecking the back of the hand that was held by him.

"Quick spend. Can't go home yet." Threatened, with his hands rubbing his head slowly covered with hijab. Walk back to the door.

"I can't think of anything, but I also have to promise not to do anything."

Johan stopped again. Turn around looking at her sulking lover.

"Yes. Promises. " Johan's promise with a sweet smile she was saddening. "But you also have to promise to always keep your heart just for mas."

"Yes that. I'll be locked up in a dormitory anyway, can't get out. Who else would fall in love with? If you are free to go anywhere, meet anyone."

"Raga Mas can go anywhere. But believe me, if you've already brackets you can't move on "Then leave after saying the sentence that made Marta melt.

Marta cheered without a sound alone. Return to happiness and spirit. Continue enjoying the food until it is finished.

Get out of the room without cleaning up the food. Usually so too. Walk in search of the Zakia he already knew. Without protest and without asking, Zakia immediately drove Marta to the destination without asking for her address.

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After showering and praying I went out of the room . I saw Reyhan walking hastily into the room without greeting me who just came out of the room.

"Why him?" I asked in my heart.

Don't take a headache. It is better to make a drink for a husband who just came home from work. Don't forget to prepare the food I made this afternoon.

" Ay." Call me when I see Reyhan's out of the room in a different shirt. Signs that she has taken a shower. With his little bag.

"Yes." Yeah." He answered and stopped waiting for me to come. He had no intention of my nyamperin still in the kitchen.

"It's Monday, there's a group schedule." The answer.

"Owh, want to go again? I was kind enough to make you drink." I'm disappointed. He should go home and shower in a hurry. Turns out to be going again? I was waiting for him from earlier. There are so many things I want to tell you about what I experienced today.

"It's still hot." Touching a new tea glass.

"Yes is. Just made it too."

"I ate this one, baby. "Mercomot. Bite him while walking. " One more yes. Delicious." Turn around and re-pick one. "Buy where? Next time buy more. I went on drugs." Running away with the drug hands on me who was still silently staring. Asked but was not given a chance to answer.

"Yank, I'll be home a little later. Dinner first time. But don't sleep first. " Back nongol in front of the door conveying a message. Without waiting for an answer, go back.

"Ck, weird bin bum." Decakku was upset and went back to walk with a drink that did not sell. Drink it yourself anyway.

I was still upset, and occasionally looked out when the sound of Reyhan's motorbike that I had memorized roared ready to go.

Why am I disappointed to be left again? It should be this afternoon she's at home . If someone is usually coming to the house. It's not him who's gone. Mumbled himself.

Have I accepted it? Forgetting Arfan? Maybe because I am used to it.

"Why baby? How do you bring a tray from outside? Manyun is that again. Any guests? Did someone make you angry?" Ask the new mom.

"Nwg, Bun. Made a husband. Uh, leave again. " Saying with a pouting face.

"Emang on Monday the schedule is so. Last week, she was still a newlywed. So the holidays don't come to halaqoh studies." Clearly Mother.

"Where is Bun? How in such a hurry did he go?" Still don't understand . Untreated disappointed.

"Why doesn't his wife know where her husband is going?" Beti's voice made a bad mood even more.

"Betti. His name is also new. Not yet on her husband's schedule." Tegur Mother mouth lemes Beti.

"Whoa. Also because of permission. That's why I don't know. What is permission for? it's not important." Beti instead of stopping even added so.

I saw the Mother who stroked the chest seeing the behavior of her daughter-in-law. As if the presence of Mother is not considered. Reprimanded instead of conscious and silent, even more crazy.

"Your puppet. Does she know where her husband is? Especially staying outside often. Don't-don't...." My reply directly got a plot from Mother.

"Let him be quiet. " My whisper to Mother. Afraid mom thought I was vilifying her son. "Let's keep insulting people." I'm still whispering.

"That's. My husband was always telling me every time he was where, why, who. That's it?" Answer with confidence. Put the cold drink back in place.

"Who is guaranteed to be trusted? My husband is guaranteed to be honest." Reply, and put the tray in its place.

"Stop." Shouted Mother to both of us. Which made me shut up for a moment. Definitely surprised. Unexpectedly, it turns out Mother can scream and get angry too. I see Beti still casually peeling oranges sitting at the table eating.

Ah, why am I even serving Beti in front of Mommy anyway? What difference would it make me the same as him? Neither appreciates in-laws.

"Can you appreciate Mother a little? Your husband is both the Mother's child. They're brothers. So you are brothers too. A life that is harmonious with mutual understanding, not even fighting continues. Every day you hear you guys crunching constantly. What you're arguing about isn't worth the debate." Mother's voice emotion.

"Sorry Tasya, Bun." I walked and squatted in front of him. Trying to reduce your emotions. "Tasya promises to be more patient with him." A sharp glance at the woman who is cool eating oranges and one hand playing her phone.

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