When the Heart is Tired
many reasons

All the homework is done, now it's time to rest and see Sifa and Febri play.

" hih, his head is bald, there is no hair" Febri said

" yes yes bik lambutnya not there" said Sifa while flipping back the bald doll that was again in his grasp.

" tomorrow I'll buy a pink shirt" said Febri again while wearing his Barbie doll.

" i also want to bik" said my son again

They are fascinated with the puppet world. I just look at it. Not long after the Revelation came by chance today is Sunday so Revelation is off school.

" the deck is playing yes" asked Wahyu to Sifa

" yes but you don't have a doll" Sifa said again

"Abang has an ultramen robot" Wahyu replied while showing off his black ultramen robot

I went down by the door pulling out the grass that grew near the door of the house.it seemed like they got along playing threesome.

Not long after Revelation came home he said he wanted to drink milk.

" let me go home and have some milk" he said

" yes, don't get on his bike" I said

I continued to pull the grass. About half an hour I stopped being tired.

" febri go home yuk" asked aunt apparently he had gone home noreh

" are ready" I asked

" well, bell, a little quickly" replied my aunt

"Sifa I'm going home first and then later in the afternoon we play again" said Febri

" yes, bik" replied Sifa

" da da bibik" cried my son again as he waved his hand

Febri continued walking while waving his hands as well.

" let's take a break, get stuck first" I told Sifa

My son just nodded his head while following me to the front room of the tv.

In the afternoon I was fad open hp mas Hasan. It just so happened that he was out of the house cleaning up the trash. I open the messenger application I see there are some people who are often in contact with yes including his sister cousin sister Yana.

I try to open up their conversation, though,

(not to mention)

(sitting - just sit)

(sister I miss my sister)

(also San)

.......

......

(yes, I've been connected tomorrow again, sister already night brother quickly boobok, Hasan love same brother)

(MET bobok is also Hasan's older brother is also dear )

I walked outside the house carrying my husband while holding back my emotions.

" this mas what else he means" I asked as I looked into his eyes

" what to ma" she asked back

" this means sending this dear message, I want to complain to my father if not the same brother" threatened me while holding back anger

Huh it feels like to break this head thinking of the behavior of Hasan mas, like playing with women. What try to mean affectionate with his own cousin sister.

" yes mas sorry, here mas delete the message" said mas Hasan while asking for his cellphone

" don't let my phone hold for a while" I said while distancing her phone

" if you mess around again don't care if I go to the father" I cried again.

" no more" he said.

Because of my emotions I sent a message to my cousin while pouring out my heart

(you can not if you send the same message mas Hasan usually do not need to be affectionate.if something happens to our household that is all because of sister Yana yes. I'll blame Yana's sister)

I sent the message I typed. I saw shortly afterwards sister Yana online. My message has been read but there are no signs to reply. I wait patiently for an answer from Brother Yana. After almost half an hour, I got my message back

(sister didn't mean to disturb your household, Hasan just confided in your household matters)

I read a reply to a message from Brother Yana. I immediately reply again the message

(oh so just confide in household matters to say kangen said dear)

my message has been sent. I see it's not online it seems deliberately not in reply to my message.

Huh even though I want to send more messages.I was wondering whether I should tell this matter to my sister-in-law or I personally. But if I am self-serving it doesn't feel strong. Growing dizzy my head was shrinking-it felt.

I took my son to take a shower to cool his head. Repeated problems that are often done mas Hasan.

Finished our bath watching tv watching my son's favorite cartoon. I slept next to my son. I heard Mas Hasan open the back door and walk into the foot wash bathroom. He walked to the side room took a towel I just silently glanced also not lazy it was like to open my mouth afraid my emotions overflowed again.

The night I slept first to the room after my son fell asleep earlier. from this afternoon I was silent mas Hasan. it seems mas Hasan looking for his cellphone.

A short time later Mas Hasan went into the room and asked

" ma was mom sending any message to sister Yana" she asked

I who was getting sleepy had to open my eyes again

" why don't you take me to send a message to sister Yana" I asked back

" it's our problem, we're done with the two" he said again

" the problem is both so sister Yana does not include the problem, if you really want to vent why you need to care. Why if there is an indirect problem in talking about Mama even affectionate with others because of all vent" answered me annoyed

because I might feel guilty, Hasan just kept quiet and didn't respond again and went out of the room.

I who was sleepy lost already my drowsiness earlier, it feels now my emotions rise again. I specialize and take deep breaths in reducing emotions and tightness.

Again - and again because everything's fucked up. We quarreled again because of hp too and because of mas Hasan who could not keep his heart.

I pray that our problems will be resolved quickly. And Mas Hasan quickly realized and changed more work and loved our small family more. Before going to bed I kissed my son, I rubbed my dear son and wiped the tears that fell on my cheeks.

For the umpteenth time Mas Hasan gave me another wound. May I always be patient and strong in this household. For the sake of the child, I tried to survive and fight.

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