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The Sadistic One

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Nin take broccoli in the refrigerator.

Anin, take salt.

Anin, stir this up.

Anin, stacking plates.

Anin, you're ready for water.

Anine.

Anine.

Anine.

And Anin.

I'm kliyengan, anything Anin. Little Anin. Even make him take the salt in front of his nose even mama asked for my help. Want to argue also that there is even a storm, will be ashamed of the guests.

I help mama cook from the end of the magrib prayer until now it is already near Isya. There are several menus such as corn peddle, there is still fried chicken, tomato sauce, vegetable asem, the same was mama also had time to juice. There is also stir-fried tempe mixed with innards and peanuts that I bought this afternoon.

If asked tired of what is not, yes definitely tired. Even though I only move in the kitchen but it is the same as a ten-round soccer field. Anin take this, I haven't given it to mama I was told to take another. Give me my sanity. I want to cry it feels. Yes gini if there are guests, I must be the victim. I'm going to work on Rodi.

My dining table was full of satisfaction. Everything is neatly arranged, all menus are sitting comfortably in their respective positions and ready to be invaded. Duh, papa sama Aqil just now still in the mosque from magrib and connect to isya. The habit of papa who is said to be lazy back and forth because the period of time from magrib to isya that deket beat my deket with a soul mate that I do not know who it is.

The sound of the adhan sign of prayer time isya began to echo. I give thanks because I am still in love with God's long life until now still can hear the voice of Adhan and God willing to fulfill the call of God in the time of Isha.

In the house there is a special room for prayer that also has a place wudhunya, only lack of papa for the place wudhunya only one so the girls and boys will have to wudhu there. Time no one else anyway okay-okay aja wudhu si. But if there are others I resort to ablution in the bathroom and prayer in the room.

I want to take ablution first keep praying. You guys do not forget to pray because prayer is a pillar of religion. So it must be upheld.

Finished praying isya in the room which of course now I occupy the guest room, I took the Quran and read it. Soluble in reading until the sound of papa chatting with his roommate in front. Understandably, the guest room will be in front of the same living room so I can hear the noise outside.

I finish my reading again until the end of the sheet, then close it. It feels like this heart after reading the Qur'an. I have read in Ig if we read the Quran regularly every morning and night it can increase brain intelligence. But read the Qur'an do not intended to increase brain intelligence 'yes? To worship Allah, intelligence is a bonus.

After tidying up the hijab and making sure there is not a single hair sticking out, I came out to face the mistress who had been calling from earlier. It is important to pay attention to our hair that comes out, lest there be a single thing shown to that is not a mahram intentionally. For a hair shall be repaid in hell with terrible torment.

"Call papa with Aqil suru to eat," said the mother who I immediately follow. Try me missing, the cutting board that floated into my pretty head. Pokonya serem.

Papa just came out of the room in casual clothes. "Pa, eat. It's been out of the food."

Papa nodded. "Call Aqil above."

I nodded at Papa's orders.

Cave hands floating in the air was about to knock on the door of the heart but not whose heart. So it was the door I knocked. However, I haven't had time to knock the occupants of the room already out gray shirt and knee-length pants.

Must mention it many times.

Astagfirullah 33x

I'm not lebai ya but Aqil is tuh sakep MasyaAllah is not Subhanallah. Natap in men can eventually make the eyes and mind adulterous.

"Why?" Ask Aqil.

I take a step back. "I'm waiting for you at the dinner table."

"Yes I've been there. You're not coming down?" Aqil's brother seems to be closing the room.

O Allah, it should have been the servant who closed this room, but the position of the servant has been replaced with another. This heartbreak accepts everything, O God.

"Come down, brother. But please brother first."

Brother Aqil shrugged his shoulders indifferently after noticing me for a while. I don't know what's in his mind.

At the dining table, Papa was sitting on his throne accompanied by his mother as an advisor who sat on the right opposite seat. I took a sitting position near papa but my mother's words forced me to move. Guess what mom said.

"Nin, you're not there. Let Aqil be there."

Again, when I went to the chair next to my mom, the big lady went back to the side. "You don't sit here Anin. Sit beside Aqil there."

Be patient, O Allah. The thing is sitting down I haven't got the right position. Raisa this is so, so wrong.

I thought I was sitting down I could breathe a sigh of relief. Very fond of. Unfortunately for me my first day at home.

Anin, that's the name Aqil you taro.

He is also Anin.

And other mama's orders. This is really Afghan, sadistic.

I asked, Aqil who the hell is it! His son is papa's friend. Okay maybe mom wants to entertain guests really well. Why should I make me a stepson. Sad that. When everyone has eaten my food, fill the plate with rice. When the new food entered two spoons, there was another order again and all that succeeded in making my appetite disappear. While maintaining my smile, I returned to serve Aqil at the dinner table asking for more rice. Everywhere guests are ashamed. Is it people? Ah already. Protesting is also only you can read. They can't.

When all was done, I had to finish eating. Fortunately, I was just a rice taro in that bit I still sisain. In addition to my limited gastric capacity, the babble of mama was successful in making me full of inner birth.

The sound of tap water now dominates in the kitchen after a while ago dominated by the same sound of dishes that collide with spoons and occasionally in the interlude of mama's chatter. Papa Sama Aqil again in the family room, while mama there is noh behind me again nyiapin fruit that is cut.

"Nin," my mom's call made me feel bad.

I turn around and smile. "Why, Ma?"

"That's the pillow in the guest room you've changed the scabbard?"

"Udah."

"You tuker same your rotten pillow is yes, not good same Aqil use your rotten pillow to sleep."

It must be so in the name of my favorite pillow. But it's lucky mama said to make the exchange because there is a later night I have trouble sleeping without the pillow.

My hands are dry after I had the same washcloth that is specifically made for handwipes after finishing washing dishes that mama hangs on the hard sink.

"So what, Qil? Have you fixed the same land next to Om's warehouse?" That's papa's voice.

This time I heard Aqil's voice. "Fix om, it's good for processing plants for chocolate. How much it costs, Om. From yesterday I asked not answered."

Chocolate processing factory? Near papa's rice barn? Wih, it looks good. I can have chocolate every day. I'm taking steps to be able to eavesdrop on their conversations.

"You've said, the price issue is easy. The land is Om's own land, certified in Om's name. If you are already"

"Anin?"

Papa's words were cut off by the mother who called my name. I know my mom if I want to.

"Yes, ma."

"The pillow in the upper room you've changed?"

"This is Anin changing, Ma, going forward take a new pillow up to exchange the pillow."

I stood up like a maid with the employer sitting back. Sadist volume two rubber three.

"So you've already arranged Aqil's clothes?" ask mama again. I mean, invite me to sit first. Lah this? I am still standing and strengthening my role as a replacement for Bi Komar.

"So said brother Aqil can he just set," answered me honestly who invited pain.

"Cock being Aqil anyway? Did mama tell you?" Mama then looked towards Aqil. "You've got your clothes done, Qil?"

Aqil's sister shook her head. "Yet, tan. The plan is later Aqil settle down."

"Let Anin change her pillows."

"But tan-" Aqil tried to refute the one that mama immediately cut off.

"Grandfather, you are a guest here so it must be served well. Isn't that right, Nin?" Mama glanced at me with a menacing smile.

I drew a smile that I hoped for and looked sincere. "Yes, Ma. If so Anin take a pillow directly to the top to finish his clothes. Let's get a quick run."

In the room I hit the bed with annoyance. I want to take a break. Mom is a real mom, stepmom. Very jahad.

Arriving in my room occupied by Aqil's sister, I immediately exchanged pillows. Then toward the suitcase that is still in the same place - in front of the closet but in an open state. Come Anin, your job is just to finish the clothes that can cry as much.

Iyah, out of this I plan to cry as much as possible in the room. I'mtired. This is one of the factors that I am lazy to go home when on vacation. Mama will be transformed into a stepmother, good at the beginning of the same end doang.

I started to arrange for Kak Aqil's clothes. Separate where the shirt and where the pants. But, my hand stopped instantly with my eyes fixated on something. Something .. err. You guys know what? Yes, panties. Sacred things. Horror thing.

This time I have to arrange too. I am ashamed of the people I hold

Yes, because of shame I finally chose to leave his valleys in the suitcase. And I'm hugging a rotten pillow when my mom says down the stairs. Because if you go to the room must pass through the same mom and sister Aqil, you don't want mama certainly nanya.

"Come, Nin?"

"Udah, Mom. Anin is going to sleep."

Without waiting for an answer, I walked into the room and closed the door and locked it. And I won my tears for wetting my cheeks.

I crybaby?

Emang!