Wife Or Bachelor
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The gate opened making me breathe a sigh of relief. Cuy finally. Without waiting any longer, my motorbike runs until it stops and is parked comfortably in the garage. Stretch a bit of achy body after traveling almost an hour on a motorcycle. Yes, now I am home. The old man's house. It just so happened that the semester break had arrived and it was time for us regional children to fly back to the nest to catch the real warm of the house. Because, we regional children feel shivering when they are alone in the room. Missing family for sure. Moreover, the babble of the mother who was eleven twelve equal to the sound of a rifle in the second world war.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh." As usual fitting new feet into the house I have to say hello if you do not want to be given greetings five fingers same big mistress. Uh, it's quiet anyway. Mama where the hell is it? If papa the hell I understand maybe doi again work. But the big lady who stopped there at the tumen house at this hour did not exist? Did mama go hangout again to the mall with next door neighbors. Or don't go watch 'two gray lines your message doesn't matter'?

The sound of the bag I dragged echoed in this quiet house like a heart. "Mama?! Aaaaa! Where the hell is mama? Mama?!"

Holy hooch! There is no one at home. But the door is not in the key. Potang-about landlords so as to please the entrance of the thief into the house. I did not find any signs of my mom, I did not see her. I better go to the bathroom and keep sleeping. Yei!

Back bag I drag up one by one ladder. His goal? To the city of love dong! No doubt, the goal is to my room which is upstairs. I used to whine to move rooms only downstairs, you guys want to know the answer mama? Doi said gini, 'you are above napa. Itung-itung sports up and down stairs!' Ah yes my viewers as adjutants can be anything other than obeying the orders of superiors.

My room has not changed. The bed was still in the same place as him in the heart still occupying the same place. Keep the closet is also still there same decketan study table and bookshelf. And importantly, this room is free of dust and mites.

"I miss you!" my screams when I lay down on the bed. Duh, I promise you, my bed. For more than a month I won't leave you for long. I will make up for our longing all this time by spending longer with you. Oho! How I miss taking a nap from one hour to before the magrib with you, O bed, then I ended up in the lecture of the mistress for almost missing the azhar prayer. My eyes feel heavy. Well, it's dark anyway. After that I know nothing else.

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Beautiful moon is not as beautiful as your sweet face honey is not as sweet as your smile. Oh, what a beautiful atmosphere this time. Sit on a swing facing the beach and watch how the sun is swallowed by darkness. And in added. Uhuy's. Added sweethearts who push the swing behind with love and affection. Arrh! What favor does God have you denied, O man?

Eh uh! But how much longer do I push his swing full of strength to get a new wife 'yes? It means the effect of wanting me to fall into a grateful coma until he can find a new wife. Whoa! Can't be barin! Uh but, argghh! I'm fallin.

"Anne! Wake up! Aninn!!" I blinked confused eyes. That feeling I fell off the swing, but why am I in my room at my mom's house?

"Well, it's waking up! New nyampe instead of meeting mama even directly sleep? Have you forgotten you have a mom? Huh uh?" Duh mama I just woke up already in welcome Friday sermon. Where's this head twitching again.

I try to get a sitting position on the bed. "I screamed just as I was kayaking in the woods. But mama doesn't have a nose stick!"

"You're sneering at mama's snub, huh?!"

I look at my mom. Aelah! Emang there yes I say mama pug even though 'kan emang bener pug. If I say mama shits like selena gimes new mama angry, I fall slander.

"Astagfirullah Mama! Dear Mrs Patrakomala, this child has no intention to say Mama. Seudzon. Now I ask, where did mom go? Why am I calling, no one is scared. Where the house isn't in the lock anymore."

Mama looks shocked. "Eh time anyway? Mama's house feeling key to fit into the condition earlier."

"Where there is, the house is open. The gate also does not go to the key. Btw, mama to whose condition?"

"Mama to mama's condition."

"Eh mama mama mama kondangan kunyak mama," mama ralat make me grateful to the presence of God Almighty and encouraged by the desire of singles. Why is it even opening.

"Parti bi Komar where the hell is ma?" Bi komar is my house assistant. Bi komar's work is sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, ironing, and most importantly giving me infinite love and affection all the time.

"Bi Komar back to the village, his son wants to marry."

"Oh my goodness Mama! And Mama didn't lock the door when Komar didn't exist!?" my screams are stifled. Good thing I'm happy to enter the house, try if the thief? I am ready to eat salt every day.

"The name also forgets. Fortunately, there was no veneer." The mother who was standing took a seat next to me. I must be tired of my mom standing up. "When did you get the camera?"

"That tenth hour."

"Wait a minute!" My mother suddenly cupped both my faces with her hands. "This is why you are so skinny Anin?! Where's your hard-earned chubby cheek mama created? You don't eat there. Eyes are also on the sunken! Jesus Anin! You're not a mama's boy!"

I forcefully let go of my mother's hand cupping my cheek. "Yes my mom's son! The neighbor's boy! The neighbor's son is called Aris. How the hell is that."

"Yes! But what the hell are you eating there, son, how come it's this simple?"

I just shrugged my shoulders at the sign of not knowing. Even though the act was a little disrespectful. Fortunately my mother was not angry. What mom said emamg. And I realized as much as I realized that my weight was decreasing drastically. It used to weigh my bada 47 kg continue to fit yesterday when my friend was sick again I was weighing weight. Shock at that time, crazy from 45 kg down to 40 kg. I eat a lot of food, even though it's because I haven't eaten for three days. Can't believe I can survive not eating three days? Whatever. I could not even eat for a week.

Yes, eating alone is not good. Know for yourself how the boarding boy. Eat themselves. Sleeping themselves. Wash your own clothes. What what is it yourself. I am a single person who feels like a single ngenes will be. Even when I'm sick of anything I do myself at the boarding house. Maybe if I die I can kafanin myself. Ngaco.

Mama sighed and stroked my head which was still wrapped in hijab. "Yes, I'll eat a lot. Sad Mama see you're like a malnourished child gini."

I hugged my mom from the side. Warm and comfortable. As always like that. "It's not good to eat your own Ma at the kost. Moreover, I often miss eating mama's cooking." It really is. Mama's cuisine even though it likes salty or sweetness still in my opinion is the most delicious food. Because it is made with love and love.

"Mama's child's love. Mama was buying squid, later mama makein sauteed squid."

My saliva feels like it's dripping onto the floor hearing a squid stir-fry. My baby sweetie. I nodded quickly to my mother's offer.

"Yes, this was his front first. Mama wants to change clothes keep cooking."

Without waiting twice for orders I immediately let go of the hug. "Well, my dear mother."

Mama pinched my cheek which reduced her chubby level. "Dad. Duh bakpao mom lost. Anyway while here bakao you should go back."

"Sin' eight six!"