You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 10: Guilt

"Satanic Child!" there was the swearing of someone from the second floor, who else would curse such a person other than his Grandma.

Kinanti who was washing dishes on the first floor was breathing out loudly, I don't know what else Nana did this time. He rinsed his foam-stained hand from the dish soap before rushing up.

"This is why it's still not neat! Deliberately put a broom there let me fall and die? Da? that want you?!"

Kinanti was quite surprised by what he saw, the hard-earned clothes this morning he neatly arranged back into a mess filled every corner of the middle room of their small house.

Noticing Kinanti's presence, the woman who was currently shaking her waist squinted her eyes.

"The basic stupid kids are useless! You guys are not reliable. Know what that means? It means nothing useful!" The base left the two of them still unmoved.

"This why can a mess gini Deck?" Kinanti hurriedly tidied back the mess that was somehow caused by who.

"I used to want to wipe Kak, but because the table was also dusty so I put the broom, I kept lap the table first," explained Nana rubbed her painful hand, must have been pinch by her Grandma.

"Continue?"

"I put the broom carelessly, I don't know where I forgot. But you know Grandma almost fell because of the humming of the broom she said, used up it Grandma was angry, so all this was silent," continued Nana innocently while pointing at the messy middle space, which is a mess, until Kinanti could not hold back her laughter.

"Geez you this Deck, next time do not do it again, yes" said Kinanti softly, however she never had the heart to scold Nana who was still a child.

Nana slightly disagreed with her sister's statement, "Lho I'm not wrong, I should just be a grandmother who is more careful why the broom of dead objects that just stay hit."

This time Kinanti could not be more open, "Of course you are, Brother to stomach pain. But still put the stuff carelessly it's not really?"

Both of them were still folding clothes scattered on the floor. "Yes, brother, if that's what I agree with."

"Sister help you tidy up this, later you stay nyapu, yes. The work you can do Deck. Later who can not call Brother, because Brother is also washing dishes below."

"OK, I'll sweep it clean and catch it all."

Kinanti laughed welcoming his sister's spirit. Too bad a child as small as Nana playing is forbidden, it should not be the homework that he is currently doing.

But what can make his grandmother is strange somehow to just play to a friend's house just can't let alone their friends who play to their house with the reason later everyone will talk to us in the back after knowing the state of the house, that sentence is always thrown.

Though all this time he was always telling everyone out there how the house really is, how it is, like now he is launching his action like a legislative candidate who is campaigning for the spirit of once vilifying his own grandson in front of there either with the buyer either with a motorcycle taxi right in front of his shop always just like that.

"Emang basic yes if the illegitimate child, arranged hard for mercy."

Kinanti was stifled to hear his grandmother's words, I don't know what she meant by saying that.

"Hush, no talking about Wak," the voice of the Mothers of fried bananas selling right next to Grandma's cart sounded reminiscent.

"You don't know how I feed them. Eh, they just want to eat sleep like no burden, stupid clean house just not becus, can not be relied on to do all the homework. Still a little mending the big told anything to want, the small ones just not clean him. It's like if it's innocent I want to kill him alive."

"Most of them are your grandchildren Wak, not the maid. What I've seen all this time they are diligent and even almost all the work you tell those who do."

"You just shut up. You don't know when they first came to know their job, just sitting around like a queen. If not the child of my son where I would accept to live in my house," Grandma's voice still sounded unacceptable.

"Supremely still no news of Wak?"

Kinanti widened her ears to hear their next conversation, after being remembered correctly also two years was more or less his father had no news.

Either because he was too happy with his new family so he forgot his hard-earned son to survive here.

"Where ever, she's all her life remembering her mother. I've been hands off with whatever he wants to do, indeed I failed to educate Agung."

Kinanti realized that her grandmother's voice had dropped by an octave after discussing her first child.

"When his life will always make me suffer. I never thought I would have a child like Agung. Maybe he will never stop making my life like this," continued Grandma now her voice seemed to tremble.

"It's proof that's what he did, only born to make his mother high blood."

"Agung must also have difficulty with his life," said the mother who sells fried bananas again.

"Not to be discussed anymore. Discussing that even my blood is rising, I don't want to die because of just that one child, there's still another child that I have to think about."

This time Kinanti realized that actually behind her grandmother's extremely harsh attitude there was a part of Grandma's life, which also hid the wound.

For about five years Kinanti lived with her grandmother she knew a little bit that the experience of women entering the late 50s, it was also full of twists and turns.

Died by her husband, not to mention always quarreling with his mother, Grandmother Kinanti, because compared to her sister who became a civil servant.

Somehow there was one moment sometimes her grandmother still behaved normally like the grandmother she expected, she said, telling the story of his life, although soon back angry with whatever is being done by Kinanti or her sister.

Tring tring tring

The sound was able to awaken Kinanti from her daydream, it just so happens that now the dishwasher is done just to tidy it up into the shelf.

Kinanti hurriedly lifted the flat object. Sarah, the name on the screen.

"Hello, Sarah."

"What are you doing again?"

"When you wash the dishes, what's up?"

"Geez I'm sorry, am I bothering you? Where's your grandma? You'll be scolded again on the phone?"

Kinanti turned her head to check on her grandmother.

"Again the sale in front, again there are people buy kok safe."

"I want to apologize to you."

"I'm sorry why?" Kinanti remembered how long Sarah had not done anything wrong to him.

"I want to apologize to you if I ever got it wrong and maybe I'll get it wrong later, right?" Sarah still feels guilty for telling Faisal about Kinanti's life, but she has promised not to tell anyone.

"Sarah, are you okay? Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Sarah is still holding up her decision on whether she will tell Kinanti the truth or not, but it seems that Kinanti does not need to know.

"The fat is gone! Make it again yeah, the spice's in the fridge."

The voice of Grandma Kinanti told her to make a fat sauce, and Sarah heard it.

"Sarah sorry, yes. We're going to school again tomorrow."

"That's okay, Kinanti, sorry to interrupt the time."

Kinanti immediately disconnected the connection to hurry to carry out orders from her grandmother.

While Sarah was at her house still staring at her phone that had been extinguished.

He sighed that there was still guilt in his heart. But then he was convinced that despite Faisal's extremely annoying nature it seemed like the young man would treat Kinanti well.

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