WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
The new Goddess's habits Hanan

Goddess all day is not good mood, proven to silence Hanan, even if children come home and ask for money for snacks she immediately angry.

Hanan became confused himself, since the conversation was after ****** Goddess so urinating and mengedumel continued.

" Sir, mama want to be fore broke, if you want to eat just buy, the son of a son of a bitch has just been snacked", Ketusya while carrying a small bag and wearing a jacket and then grabbed the key of the motorbike.

" Where are you going? Do not be long!", said Hanan can only see the departure of the wife with nanar.

" Want to find the seger seger, yes.must go home!", Ketus Dewi again while turning on the motor.

" Asalamualaikum".

" Greetings waalaikum". Hanan can only take a deep breath, the other two wives are calm and not turbulent if angry tend to be silent and accept the one sometimes childish, yes like today, like today, just because Hanan holiday talks do not get rations, must be given in warteg inevitably.

" sir, what mama?", asked Zea after returning home and did not find her mama and motorcycle at home.

" Go, get some food maybe" Hanan replied.

" Heummm.. lama ga ya, Zea hungry father", Whine the boy with lips was washed away.

" Haduuhh....pity the cute father, here, what will you eat the same? Just as the rooster wants to?", Tanya just meraya tidying up the cute boy's hair that is messy and sweaty after playing the bike.

" He-eh.", the boy was a steady mangosteen.

" Yes, wait for you to buy in front of the alley yes, do not play again, mending Zea shower first yes", the boy was mangosteen again.

" Brand Zea wants a thigh, brother Zidan also yes, that over there do not fit in front of the alley sister ga like", Zea told his favorite to Hanan before his father left.

" Okay, wait don't play anymore".

Hanan walked to the place where the chicken flour seller who uses a cart on the side of the road, the place called Zea was quite selling, a little queue no problem, Hananpun patient.

" Her thighs are two, upper thighs are also two nasi three", Hanan told the seller.

" This is sir, so fifty-one thousand, fifty only", said the buyer, Hanan gave the money to the seller with the right money.

" Thank you, man". Hanan.

" Same as sir". Sellers.

Hanan walked back to go home, in Hanan's heart, smiling wryly. This is the first time he snacks like this for staple food usually if with Yasmin he is always provided with food, at least there is always rice and side dishes stay frying or warming only

" It's okay once in order to feel the snack outside like this doesn't matter" Hanan lirih muttered.

Indeed, with Yasmin often buy outdoor food or snacks but Yasmin who always said "sorry sir, mother does not cook so mother buy", like that way Yasmin served her husband.

" Assalamualaukum sister", Sapa Hanan entered the house.

" Waalaikum greetings father", The boy ran over to greet Hanan cheerfully.

" Lho, have you taken a bath?", Hanan rubbed Zea's head fondly.

" Yes, it was said father brother asked to take a bath while waiting for the father", replied the boy with a funny face.

" Oh yeah.... Where's brother Zidan?", asked Hanan.

" His sister changed to the one who took a bath" replied Zea.

" Well, which zea is it? Want to use the sauce no?", asked Hanan while preparing rice for Zea.

" Want, tomato sauce" he answered.

" Now, pray first to eat do not forget to use Bismillah.", said Hanan meno Zea nose.

" Sister, eat the chicken flour" Hanan pointed to the dining table while he was also eating the same menu with his son.

" Achid" replied Zidan briefly, then the boy went into his room to get changed.

" Where is Mama?", asked Zidan because since returning home he has not seen his mother.

" Get out on the bike" Hanan replied.

" Pustaama ngebakso while chatting with his friends can go home tonight", muttered Zidan who can be heard by Hanan.

" What? Ngroko? Indeed mama likes to smoke?", asked Hanan with a slightly high tone of voice made Zidan shocked and Zea afraid.

" Oh, I'm sorry you're not angry, you're just shocked to find out if you like to smoke" Hanan realized that his children were afraid to think he was angry, even if he was actually angry.

" Don't you like smoking, sir, you don't know? Especially if we go out and mama must be karaokean, eat, chat with friends until night", Cerocos Zea and nuggeted by Zidan, the boy said honestly and innocently.

Hanan's heart rumbled, fortunately the rice with the chicken on his plate was exhausted otherwise he might not have ***** dined again to hear the story of his innocent and cute stepson.

" Mama continues to like especially besides smoking?", asked Hanan carefully so that his children are not afraid and want to answer honestly.

" Mama likes to be angry sir... Heheee.. yes angry", Zea answered loudly and then grinned at feeling too excited.

" That's not it, brother, if you like to be angry you already know". Zidan understood his father's intentions.

" Oh, it means you like to go away" replied the boy again feeling wrong.

" Where to go?", asked Hanan.

The two boys shook their heads, not knowing.

" Hem, Yes already, I see ready to go to teach to mushola yes, you also want to take a shower and go kemushola", Hanan check their food marks.

In Hanan's heart thought about the speech of his son earlier, still amazed it turns out his young wife was a little wild also likes to go out of the house without children and likes to gather with friends, karaoke and smoking, he said, Hanan just shook his head with a deep sigh.

Want to catch up with Dewi but there is no vehicle because the motorbike is in his house, this morning he came by ojek ride. Finally Hanan was just silent daydreaming occasionally play his phone, his son sesanggaj, his wife somewhere from morning before noon had not come home until the afternoon had passed.

Hanan dufuk was patrolled by Dewi's house, a small house with many neighbors making a quiet atmosphere so crowded the sound of neighbors talking, joking, a little reduce Hanan's loneliness.

" Mister Hanan, alone sir?", So-called Wati the next-door neighbor who just came out of the house to take out the trash.

" Yes ma'am, the son of najai has not come home" replied Hanan.

" Oh, where is the mother Goddess? Or go?", asked Bu Wati again.

" Yes ma'am, only I don't know the prestige of just looking for lunch until this evening has not come home, I call ga picked up", Hanan was not aware even Curious with Ms. Wati.

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