"About the Morning at the House Across"

Morning trill the door leaves repeatedly
Glasses, plates, sounded more busy talking
between the shouts and the tears that arose drowned
Embroider dull a sudden black dull

Morning angrily at the dinner table
Red-eyed man staggered out
Leaving a trace of bruises on the woman's black eyes
That followed with a swallowing chest swallow

On another tomorrow
Morning was born redder
Hot water flushed the woman's body
Melting some of the body
Rupiah is not how much is held in order not to change
Light a fire, smoking the selfishness of the man
Ah, he did not care
Although the woman did not get bored eating pain and afternoon
Ah, the man is just clever scolding
Not knowing the woman tasted tired for the sake of her children