RUN
Assassination

One month passed

Dinda stood in front of the window of her house, looking out, the bias of the morning sun through the window of her house. Sea blue chiffon curtains waving waving in the wind. He watched his neighbors from the window who were busy picking up their husbands who had come home from work.

His hand held the window of his house. His face was sad. She said, "Mas Reza is coming home soon and we're going to take care of the divorce." Her tears are melting. He actually does not want his 6-year-old housewife to run aground. He immediately wiped the tears that fell on his cheek as a small hand pulled the end of Dinda's shirt. Dinda turned her head and found her only daughter looking up at her.

"What's up, son?"

"Don't you pick up Papa?"

His eyes turned, hinting him to think of something. "I don't think so, son."

It was felt that there was a feeling of disappointment that was stung on the princess's face alone, but Dinda heavily granted the implied request of Dela.

The two of them gasped after hearing the knock of the door from the living room. Hurry Dinda ran. Opens door.

Not usually find a guest like in front of him now, he half gawked to greet his guests.

"Mom Danki?"

Ms. Danki smiled briefly, without following up on Dinda's astonishment. He just came in. The big bag he was carrying he put it on the sofa and made Dinda wonder more.

"Sorry Mom.. "

Bu Danki glanced. His neat and white teeth looked beautifully lined up as he smiled meaningfully.

"Bu Reza didn't pick up the husband? It's coming today."

Dela called out, "Yes, Ma. pick up Papa yuk!!"

Dinda bit her lip, her tongue was a little bit to get it. Highlight his eyes refract, what is the meaning of his presence if the husband does not expect his presence.

"What makes Miss Reza so heavy to pick up?"

Dinda looked on without saying, she did not know how to arrange words so that others would understand her feelings.

Ms. Danki smiled, "Here you go, I made the decision, anyway Ms. Reza should come pick up. Just come with my car. Don't go with the group."

"But Ma'am.. "

Dinda frowned increasingly confused. "What's this dress for, Mom?"

"Yes to Miss Reza"

Dinda glared in amazement. " Not wrong, Mom? That little shirt, where would a swollen elephant wear like me?"

Ms. Danki lowered the uniform she was holding while shaking her head. "Bu Reza hasn't noticed yet?!"

"Not yet aware of how Mom is?"

Ms. Danki clucked "Oh, Miss Reza this is already very kuruuusss!" Reveal Bu Danki with a long tone of pressing and then a small laugh. " Mrs Reza may not realize because Ms. Reza is too busy thinking about the mother's household problems, right? There are no mirrors in this house"

"What time is Mom?" Dinda was in disbelief.

Bu Danki's on her waist. "If you don't believe me, change my old uniform quickly". Get Bu Danki while pushing Bu Reza's body.

Dela watched the two, then Bu Danki turned her head, "Dek Dela, Mama Aunty borrowed for a while, yes", she said with a smile. Dela nodded her head just.

And a few minutes later, Dinda came out of the room with a face of shock, "Oh my God! Holy jeez?! " Shouted Dinda did not believe in the uniform that he thought was very small it fit in Dinda's body. "Good Mom!! How can this be?"

Ms. Danki laughed, "Bu Reza is too busy to take care of a divorce. I didn't realize it was this skinny. Moreover, Miss Reza sports like people overdose, yes quickly skinny, Mom!!"

Ms. Danki was still laughing, "Emang Bu Reza doesn't realize that mom's clothes are loose?"

Ms. Reza is still in a mood of disbelief, she looks back and forth at her body wearing the uniform. "No Ma'am. Yes, sometimes I feel my clothes are a bit loose but I do not go further, I am just indifferent. Ma'am, this shirt is you wear when you weigh how much?"

"52 kilos'

"Huh??? 52 kilos??" Dinda couldn't believe what was happening. "Good Mom!! I think dreams taste"

Ms. Danki smiled with satisfaction at seeing Dinda fit her shirt on. " I'm sure Bu Reza's clothes are all still jumbo size, it's in my big bag my clothes are not fit for Bu Reza. Sorry I just got an old love. But it's still good."

Dinda was moved until her eyes glazed over, touching Bu Danki's hand as she lowered her head, "It's okay, Mom. I am so happy that my mother cared so much for me. I'm happy with this gift from Bu Danki"

Ms. Danki smiled. She patted Dinda on the shoulder, in the depths of her heart she wished that Dinda and her husband would not part. " Mrs Reza has to come pick ya up. No need to be insecure anymore, no need to blame yourself, with the changes that occur, Bu Reza is a much different person. Mother is like a butterfly that comes out of a cocoon. Miss Reza has to be confident!"