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"Nada! Come here!"
From near the fence of Nada's house there was a woman screaming her name. Nada knew who the woman was, she was someone who often insulted her family.
Nada told Nazril to come in. Nada knew what was going to happen and she didn't want Nazril to hear it. Nada approached the rude guest who had pulled up in front of his house.
“Assalamu'alaikum, Mrs. Nia. What's going on..."
"Don't make too many pleasantries!" Nia snapped, interrupting Nada's words.
“Oh my God, ma'am. I just said hello, you know. Nia's mother forgot or what, the law answered that greetings were mandatory. So...."
Once again, Nada's words were interrupted by Nia.
“Don't lecture! Now is not the time for lectures. If you want to give a talk, go to the mosque!" Nia snapped and Nada just apologized and shook her head, feeling funny about her neighbor's behavior.
“I'm not giving a lecture, I'm just reminding you. If you answer..."
"What a lot of talk, huh!"
Nada exhaled roughly. It's useless, it feels useless to talk nicely to this person who seems to be getting emotional. Even his words that wanted to remind him were insulted.
"Okay Mrs. Nia, so, what is this actually about? Mother screams in hot weather like this in front of my house too."
Nada immediately asked the point why Nia came to his house and shouted his name.
“Hey itchy widow! Educate your child properly, OK? His behavior was not like that of a six year old child. Look! What have you naughty children done?” Nia showed claw and bite marks on her child's hands and neck.
"Sorry ma'am. You don't need to remind me how I should educate my own child. I know how my son is. He would never have started first if he had not been provoked and....”
"And what?" Nia interrupted
“So, you want to say that my son started first? That's it Nada!” Nia snapped until Nada turned her face away because Nia was pointing her finger right at Nada's face.
“I didn't say it like that. "In fact, you said it yourself," said Nada as he straightened his gaze again at Nia.
Nia looked angry, it was clear from her face which turned red. As well as clenching his palms so hard that his knuckles turned white.
“Hey widow! Still, your child is wrong. He likes playing physically. "This is the result of lack of education, lack of love from my father, that's why I'm naughty like this."
Nada could no longer contain his anger. People can insult themselves, people can curse at themselves. But, not with her children and husband. Moreover, she brings her husband's name into the problems that occur between these young children.
The husband she really respects even though he doesn't know the jungle. The child she loves and loves so much, Nada doesn't want people to bother her, let alone insult her.
“Miss Nia! That's enough, yeah. You may insult or vilify me, but I beg you not to insult or vilify my husband and children. I don't accept it!"
"What did you say? Husband? Haha, hello husband, where are you from? Hasn't Aziz been missing for five years? And you still consider him your husband, hah, pathetic!”
"Obviously, because never once did the word divorce come out of my mouth or Mas Aziz's mouth. That means I'm still his wife.”
“You've gone crazy! My husband left for five years and didn't come back, which means he died! Why do you still consider him husband?”
“Watch your mouth, Miss Nia! Why are you interfering in my personal affairs? "Aren't you here to complain about my son's behavior which isn't actually wrong, he's just defending himself."
“You really need to take care of your life, so you are self-aware. If your husband runs away and is still retained, it's the same as making your own life miserable."
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