Devotion (A Devotion)
Caterpillar Feathers

“Your husband is chasing me!” resounding. The woman displayed a friendly smile to the officer, but her voice was still tight to answer my question.

Amused actually, but I enjoyed every change of Nofi's face casually. Enjoying every senseless Nofi clash. Sane people will certainly answer my greetings and questions well.

I don't know who's really hurting. It's okay, the important thing is that I am satisfied to make the woman who used to be my best friend bring out her true character.

The co-operative looked at us in astonishment. The lush, dark-skinned woman immediately moved away after putting the Nofi order item. His eyes cannot lie. He was surprised, we usually go to school together.

“Oh, so here's a photo of you being chased by my husband, is that it?” I'm a mangosteen, pretending to follow the flow of the game.

All the photos on my phone open. A picture of a hijabless woman hugging Mas Hadi in a hotel room, another photo of them hugging in a car.

“I don't want to be polygamous, Love. You knew from the beginning. Your husband wants monogamy with me. He loves me more than you.”

Oops! I want to laugh, but it's not polite. Is there a woman like this? Confessing to be loved by men, but left for dead? If you really love each other, it would be a good way. Not cheating, not ruining. If you love each other, you are married.

“Thank God if you love you. But what, when I was sick you didn't take care of her? How come I asked you to take care of me, huh? Not you?” I answered smiling widely.

“Already, don't make a fuss here! I love embarrassing me!”

“Lho, I asked you nicely about your son. You're even sewot. Uh, Alfin, what class? A or B? A class is not the same Izal?” tanyaku relax.

“C,” replied the thick bermake up woman was ketus. His hand opened the item handed over by the officer. He examined it with emotion.

“Oh, which class C is it? Stay in space last year what moved?” ask again.

This time, I pretended to ask. I know the place. Just wanted to make him nervous. Pleased feels.

“Ngapain ask?” ask the woman, getting bigger. “Mbak, please change the size of the female batik shirt rather large, yes. Less length bit.”

“Lho just ask can't how, anyway?” I laugh.

“Heh! Take care of your business. Don't bother me anymore!” angry enough. His face was filled with thick powder, met with red signs of anger.

“Eh, Nof. You are why, anyway, how angry yourself?” I asked while giving a friendly smile. Maybe if someone else he has been grabbed, scratched, or even in the caci maki women with the name of this caterpillar.

The woman was silent, not caring. He packed the goods ordered from the cooperative. Pay it in silence after being nominally mentioned by the waiter. While waiting for his change he threw away his face. His mouth went forward for some measure.

Turn on the phone camera to take a photo with him. The woman's face looked sour. I don't give a shit. “Cekrek, cekrek,” mobile phone sounds that indicate our face successfully captured by the camera.

“Smile first dong, Nof. It's not funny that you're a manyun!” I took some pictures of both. I put on the most charming smile. I don't care about other visitors who are surprised to see my pushy look.

My face was full of smiles, very contrasting with Nofi's face and facial features. I kept that photo well. I double-checked, there's about five slides.

“Udahlah, Cint. Don't bother me anymore!” said memelas.

“Lho, why bother, anyway? Aren't we good friends. You used to play at home, our son was friendly. You are the one who avoids me. What's the matter? If I'm wrong, I'm sorry Nof,”.

Nofi hurried off. I still had to pay for some of the items I ordered, before finally running hastily after the woman who had been trying to destroy my household. It's good to run away, I haven't finished pranking.

Where was? I don't see a maroon parked in the parking lot. My eyes were wildly searching for where women went with creamy color wedges and famous branded black bags. Her tiger-patterned dress and black veil were also invisible. Very quickly he left.

“See Nofi pass, ga?” my breaths panting.

“Barusan just passed. Ha ha ha ha .... You're what earlier? How did he get so upset on his face?” the woman asked curiously.

We laughed in tears talking about Nofi and her behavior. It's funny to see a woman who's tried to destroy my household, still won't admit what she did. It is strange to see a woman who behaves alim and is holy before humans, in order to be considered noble. However, it is only a trick. Caterpillar.

After taking care of the children's school equipment, I returned to the Hospital. Inside the room I saw a nurse preparing an action to Mas Hadi at exactly ten in the morning.

I helped the man with clothes. Prepare his heart to be ready to undergo the operation process patiently. Smile though there is bitter in this chest.

“Later when it is ready, we are notified, yes, Mom!” nurse message. The woman who accompanied Doctor Roy left the room yesterday.

Telephone ringing. Mas Hadi is in the bathroom. In trembling, I saw who was calling my husband. Who knows if our mother-in-law or brother asked us. Read carefully so as not to see wrongly.

‘Dik NaHadi’, so the name listed. I looked at the profile picture of the caller. It is clear who he is. I tried to pressure myself not to curse, even in my heart.

“Crazy women! Shameless!” That's all I can say, the rest is just a long sigh in a chest rumble that jumps up and down. Why still keep the woman's contact number with her name?

Why is that woman still calling Mas Hadi? He said there's no connection? He said there's nothing left? Idiot men! Men don't know themselves!

Mas Hadi came out of the bathroom.

“Explain! Explain why that fucking woman still calls you?” my screams couldn't stand it.

“I don't know.”

“Why do you keep his name with your name?” emotions overflowing.

The man in the operating clothes was silent.

“I'm home. Please take care of yourself. Excuse me. I can't take care of you anymore.”

I came home with an erratic heart. I'll take my youngest's hand right away. The little guy playing the game looked at me questioningly.

“Mother, why are you crying? Who is looking after you?” asked Izal when the tiny hand I took to immediately move away from the treatment room.

I drove the car in a tremble, went home. I don't care about men who don't appreciate feelings anymore. He prefers to obey his heart to love another woman he feels is better than me. What am I taking care of it for?

“Mother, Mother why are you crying? Don't cry Mom, Sister won't be naughty anymore.”

My eyes are blurry and I can't see the road. Sad to hear the voice of my youngest son. He saw how angry I was when I picked up Nofi's phone to Mas Hadi. His face turned sad when my emotions were not held back anymore. His eyes implied a deep wound when I forcefully drove him home, leaving his helpless father in the Hospital.

“It's okay, Son!” answer lied.

“Be careful, Mom!” yelled Izal the youngest as I did not stop the car when the traffic light turned red.

"Mom!" peekik.

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