Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD143S. A little advice
“Where are you?“ Mamah Dinda looked up at her daughter-in-law's phone.
They are now discussing the food to be ordered. “Ngecat in Islamic PAUD, Mah. School children's day, so night fuss.“
Gibran became a painter?
“Alhamdulillah, get-togethers for labor.“ Mamah Dinda rubbed the big belly of her daughter-in-law.
“Iya alhamdulilah, expensive wages are also brave.“ His wife Gibran, whom I did not know by name, also rubbed her big belly.
“How much is it?“ I was thinking, the painter is just how much he pays. Probably, only about a hundred thousand a day.
“Three million for characters, it's two commas seven. That's for an hour, if it's not finished, add money.“
Huh huh?
“You won't believe it, Ria.“ Mamah Dinda might understand my confusion.
“Ngecat what, how expensive?“ I was wondering here.
“Ngecat wall, Brother,” answered his wife.
Uh, I suddenly remembered Gibran's room in the Singapore house. Rooms are full of pictures, such as murals and graffiti.
“Oh, pantesan.“ I am confused with my own mind.
“Why, Dek?“ Mamah Dinda touched my arm.
“His room there is full of murals, graffiti, nice graffiti, nice words, calligraphy directly on the wall, there are also some cool photos.“ I didn't mention the sexy lady's photo, did I? Yes, I also understand filtering the facts well.
“Iya, Brother. Now the profession, in addition to selling cat.“
Oh, it turns out Gibran also sells paint. Worth it, his wife was wearing gold that looked a lot on her body. Which means, even if it's pioneering. But their economy is pretty good.
“Oh, yes-iya.“ I nodded repeatedly.
“Udah, Deck. Order it aja.“ Mamah Dinda returned her daughter-in-law's phone.
“OK, Mah.“ His wife Gibran put her phone on the table and poked my son's cheek.
I told you, Kirei is very sensitive.
“She from earlier ngusrekin aja ears, cake there is uncomfortable.“ Mama Dinda checked her ears.
“Hirst flight, Mah. Where to be long.“ I'm worried about disturbing my little daughter's hearing.
“Take it to the hospital, Ria. Afraid why-why.“ It seems that Mamah Dinda found nothing on the outside of my son's ear.
“Iya, Mah. Bang Givan said.“
After that, we ate together. Very slow pregnant women, unlike me during pregnancy who deliberately exhaust themselves so as not to grieve a lot. She looks happy, despite living in her in-laws' house.
“Sleep with Mom, Dek. Papah outside the same brother-in-law you.“ Papah Adi brought two pillows from the room.
“I'm with Mariam, Mas.“ Canda ma'am turned to Gibran's room.
“How will Gibran go home, Canda?“ Bang Givan looked at his wife who had entered the room.
“Udah says come home at dawn, Bang. Let's get it done quickly he said,” obviously his wife Gibran who appeared from behind.
Apparently, she's called Mariam?
“Transit is not the plane, Dek?“ Mamah Dinda was still trying to check Kirei's ears.
“Not transit again, Mah. We take a ticket to a country destination that is commonly used in transit, so we have a break and buy souvenirs first in that country.“ His journey alone seemed to be eight days.
“Keren, the way rich people from the village waste money is indeed different.“
I chuckle amusedly.
There was just this him.
“Healthy Yes, Son?“ Mamah Dinda kissed my son's cheek.
My son kicked the origin and tried to eat his finger. It's always like this, if left in bed.
“A healthy mom, Mah?“ I leaned against the head of the bed, I still felt full for the fall.
“Health, Deck. Ordinary, a backache. How did it work? A few days ago he was taken to the same bone doctor Ken, he said his bones were bent. So, mom is a little slouchy but tilted to the right of it, Dek.“
Oh, my God, mother. May the mother be healthy and live long.
“Ya regular ART, Mah. But time in the agent, change his job. Never also be a baby sitter, never also take care of parents tuh.“ I don't know for sure what mom's job used to be, because I was never invited.
“Yes, so the back pain continues because the bone part of it is problematic. Not because of muscle pain, or old disease tuh.“
Mother even looks a little decrepit, rather than mamah Dinda. In fact, the mother is five years younger than mamah Dinda. Maybe because the mother used to work hard, so in old age he looks to have run out of energy he is so old body. In fact, skin care is also the same as mamah Dinda. You could say routine, because usually invited mbak Canda.
“You want to work here, take care of your mother as well as you. Back to work in Ghifar, Dek. Nice, good salary. You can be close to your family too, right? Can take care of the child, can take care of your mother.“ Mamah Dinda lay side by side facing me who was sleeping on the other side of this bed. In the middle of us, there was Kirei who was exercising.
“Must be here?“ I'm worried my life is disturbed bang Ken.
“Iya, Deck. Your parents are here, he's old. You must be devoted to your mother, you are being dragged by mothers everywhere since long ago.“
Mamah Dinda was right.
“Iya, Mah. But my son is good how?“ I stretched out my hand to rub Kirei's stomach.
“Dimarrination continues to be made fried chicken krispi is fine.“
Obviously my eyes are straight out.
Mama chuckles small. “Yes here, he said taken care of you. Make a deed later on your name. Just keep going, marry siri.“
So, Kirei is really going to follow my nasab on her birth certificate?
“Udah is the same household Ken? You think it's delicious, huh? Until you're so crazy, blocked, even reckless marriage there.“ The conversation was relaxing, but mamah Dinda made me feel even more regretful.
“Nyesel, Mah.“ I looked down at my lap.
“If marriage is here, it may be something else. Your brother-in-law is hard, and Ken doesn't want to be humble and ask for your brother-in-law's blessing. Actually, Mamah also told me to let your brother-in-law not stop you and Ken. But your brother-in-law loves you too much, he doesn't want you to mess up. As a result, regretful events finally?“
I'm still bowed. It's also because of my unbearable ego, I love him so much.
“Udah like this, let's just say you're done with Ken. According to your story, Ken's cake has already won talak kifayah deh. Consider yourself a widow, you focus on improving yourself and your economy. The same kasian your son, remember your son has a father again puberty second. So, you have to be a good parent who doesn't have to be a man. Men will come in the best way, Ria. You don't have to chase and beg for men's love anymore. Your son needs love and affection from you. Do not drag on, sad enough, so that happiness can be in accordance with the portion.“ Mamah Dinda smiled sweetly, rubbing my son's head.
I should be the person he wants to be. At least, it's useful that I don't fall into the same hole again.
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