Devotion (A Devotion)
Caca is Teasing
Caca is Teasing
On Sunday at eight, Izal and Ivan returned from the field. Their clothes were covered with sweat. Wet hair and the whole body looks shiny.
“Hungry, Mom!” Izal shouted as he ran in, without a care of the sweat dripping on the floor I just had.
Wanted to scream, but the two children had already taken toast. Then drink the milk that is ready, after I ask them to wash their hands. Can only stroke chest and whisper in heart, “astaghfirullah!”
Ivan and Izal play the game after cleaning the body and changing clothes. Sunday is a free day of activity for them. I only play games on weekends.
My two sons are not that far away, only seventeen months apart. Their bodies are just as big. Many people think of twins. But only I can tell the difference between Ivan and Izal.
Caca and Nofi came over cheerfully. Alfin's eldest son Nofi caught up with Ivan and Izal playing games in the living room. They are used to playing together. Especially when his house was still here. Alfin was often sent to my house, if Nofi was busy working.
Nofi's ex-husband's house, located in front of my house, looks still quiet. Pak Dodo's car, neat inside the iron trellis fence. A black Ninja motorcycle, parked next to the white car.
Nofi stopped her car in front of my house. This morning, he was clad in dark blue clothes, made from a jersey to form his body. The long hijab worn is not able to cover its dander. As usual, his eyes were painted with very striking eye-liners. Make up disguises her almost four-headed age. It really looks perfect.
“Gantar kids look at his dad.” That was the reason he found me. With a slight bang, he threw his body on the terrace chair.
Yes, we are good friends. The entire community of this complex knows how our relationship is well established. It's common for that sexy woman to visit me whenever she wants. After moving house, she still sends the package orders to the home address of her ex-husband, to be entrusted to my house by Mr. Satpam. He'll take it, or I'll drive him to his new house.
Caca ran over to Mas Hadi who was sitting with the children in the living room. Nofi and I chatted on the porch.
Fine swish greet the soul to see the lithe and pleasant character of Nofi. The woman had managed to trigger my jealousy, because her daughter was so close to Mas Hadi. I tried to brush off that subtle swish by listening to her story.
“Someone wants to take me polygamy, Cin. But the man is a coward, not a brave man. I also don't want to be in polygamy.” he started the conversation. Her eyes glanced at the home of her ex-husband.
The tail of my eyes followed Nofi's glance. I saw Mr. Dodo turn on his Ninja bike. His voice filled the air. Thick white smoke rises from the large exhaust. The man drove slowly leaving the complex alley.
Nofi took a quick look. He refocused on talking to me after sighing. Her thick eyelashes are beautiful. Slowly the woman's hand reached for the snack jar. Her bright and beautiful fingers stuffed the little food in a way that seemed attractive to her lips.
I looked at him a little stinging. So perfect Nofi physically, why divorce her husband? What is the lack of Nofi? Beautiful, good at religion, ASN, and several other achievements are increasingly raising his name to be a man worship.
Often Nofi was appointed to fill events in our neighborhood, even though she had separated from her husband and occupied a new home. Her voice is so beautiful. I can't help it, it has everything a man wants.
“Why don't you want to be polygamous?” ask me to divert the subtle rushes that begin to control themselves. The swish incarnated into a strange feeling in my mind.
Although I admire Nofi, but some are starting to feel uncomfortable hearing the sentence does not want to be polygamous. Wasn't it when her husband cheated on her, she offered him polygamy? Now, when he's widowed, anyone wants to marry him as his 2nd wife, not willing? Wouldn't it be more honorable to be the 2nd wife?
“The leg, coward!” grunted annoyed.
“Coward how do you mean?”
“Fear of his first wife, fear of his family, fear of his boss. That is, fear of being fired, fear of being caught by his son. Coward indeed.” The explanation is like a bullet shot out of a gun. Fast and deadly. His mouth is still chewing the snack looks forward a few inches. He took the rest of the jar.
“Eh, good these beans. Buy where?” said divert.
Like being hit by the bullet vomit words from Nofi, my chest seemed to fall. Tightness filled the soul. Staggered, I tried to offer you another drink. I saw the glass was empty.
The sounds of children playing boisterous games. They're so carefree. I crossed the living room heading into the kitchen while glancing at what kind of game they were playing. I threw a smile at Alfin who was looking at me.
Alfin joined the game, he didn't talk much. Ever since his parents separated, there was a slight strangeness in the skinny boy. It's hard to say something. His eyes would be slightly open, his head seemed to think very hard to say a sentence. When the sentence must be said, it takes a pause some time to become a whole sentence and can be understood by the interlocutor.
Caca sat on Mas Hadi's lap cheerfully. Mas Hadi looks happy playing with the four-year-old girl. They play games on my husband's phone. The cheerful laughter of the little boy looked innocent. But for me not.
“Aah, Om that's it. I'm losing, that spoiled whimper” sounds really disgusting.
Mas Hadi laughed. I saw his body shaken with laughter. She hugged Caca with love.
My eyes glared at the scene. I hurried to the kitchen to grab a drink for Nofi who was still waiting on the terrace. This chest rumbled uncontrollably. Cold heat tip feet and hands resist the taste. My heart was jumping from its place.
“Tok us a walk to where Ca?” I heard Mas Hadi's voice ask Caca.
“Ga tau Om. Mother who likes to walk.” The little girl's laughter sounded like a monster in my ear.
“Om inter, yes?” Mas Hadi asked half a joke.
The glass I was holding, felt slippery when I heard Mas Hadi's offer to Caca. Crazy one!
“Ask the Mother, Om. If Mother says yes, it means can.”
Holy hooch! Is that true?
I hurried over to the terrace with a big heart. I passed through the boisterous living room with the sound of children playing with empty hearts. My body doesn't float on the floor. Gamang, I sat in front of Nofi again.
Caca ran out cheerfully. His face looks enthusiastic towards the lap of his mother.
“Bun, next week invited by Om for a walk. Can you, Bun?”
Unbeknownst to me, Mas Hadi had been standing beside me. I don't know when he was there.
I was surprised to hear Caca's question.
“By dear,” replied Nofi stroking the top of Caca's head. “Where to go?”
“See Dholpin, Bun. That, which is our time of sightseeing where it is, which direction there lhooo ..” The tiny hand pointed west of the city.
“He he he,” laughter Mas Hadi sounds strange.
I was suffocating hearing that laugh.
I really hate Caca!
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