Abraham and Asyila 2

Continued Success, Aunty!

Nightfall.

Asyila and Mbok Jum are busy in the kitchen to prepare for tomorrow morning peanut cake.

“Syila!” call Abraham to his little wife who is smoothing peanuts together with Mbok Num.

“Iya, Mas,” replied Asyila as she turned to her husband who was looking at her with a loving gaze.

“It's night, let's take a break!” take Abraham.

“Iya, Mas. In a moment,” replied Asyila with her sweet smile.

Abraham sat in the chair watching the wife who was busy with her work.

About 10 minutes later, Ashila and Mbok Num finished grinding the peanuts.

“It's done?” abraham asked his little wife.

“Alhamdulillah, already Mas,” replied Asyila.

“Mbok Num straight break yes, hopefully stay here,” Abraham said to Mbok Num.

“Yes, Mr. Abraham. Thank God I feel at home here,” replied Mbok Num.

Mbok Num excuse me and waltze off towards the room.

Only Abraham and Ashila are still in the kitchen.

“Syila, passion yes!” Abraham raised both his hands to encourage his little wife.

“Thank you, Mas,” reply Asyila who is very happy because of the support from her husband.

“Come to room, time to rest!” Abraham lifted up his little wife's body and took her into the room.

“Mas, lower Asyila. What if someone sees us?” asked Asyila very softly.

“Times like this who wants to see?” ask Abraham.

Asyila looked around and there was probably someone who saw her being carried by her husband.

“Syila is looking at what?” abraham asked as he continued to walk toward their room.

Upon arrival in the room, Abraham immediately threw the wife's body into the bed.

“Mas, if Asyila continues to focus on peanut cakes, what about Asyila's clothes?” ask Asyila confused.

“According to Asyila which is more profitable?” ask Abraham.

“If he's about profit it's more to sell peanut cakes, Mas. However, if for the matter of more reward in clothes,” said Asyila.

“Begini only, because already Mbok Num yes Asyila just focus on making clothes. Or put it this way, what would you like to add people to make bean cakes?” ask Abraham.

“By also, 1 for peanut cake and 1 more for Asyila clothes. How?” ask Asyila.

“Well, that's a good idea. In that case, tomorrow will find two people to be employed in the making of peanut cakes and sewing clothes,” explained Abraham.

“God, thank you Abraham!”

****

Next morning.

Early in the morning, Dyah had come to visit his Uncle's little family home. Dyah came with jengkol stew and chicken opor cooked by Fahmi specifically for Abraham and his family.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” Dyah said by holding a small Asyila and carrying a stainless bushel in her hand.

Mbok Num who was mopping the floor, hurriedly opened the door for Dyah.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Mbok Num replied while opening the door.

Dyah frowned looking at the middle-aged woman before him whom he had never seen before.

“Who are you looking for Ma'am?” ask Mbok Num.

“Aunty Asyila is there? My nephew Uncle Abraham,” Bright Dyah.

“Oh, Mrs Asyila is there. Please come in, Ma'am. I'm Mbok Num, I work here,” reply Mbok Num.

Asyila suddenly came and greeted Dyah with her warm smile.

“Tumben came this early,” Asyila said to Dyah and kissed her grandson's cheek gently in Dyah's sling.

“Sya, Aunty. This is a jengkol stew and chicken opor made by Mas Fahmi,” said Dyah while giving stainless bushel to Asyila.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you yes. Definitely jengkol stew and chicken opor is very tasty,” said Asyila.

“Pastya dong!” exclamation Dyah.

“Come sit first in the family room,” said Asyila invites Dyah to relax for a moment.

Mbok Num approached Ashila and offered to put the side dish on the plate.

“Thank you, Mbok Num,” Asyila told Mbok Num.

Asyila walked with Dyah towards the living room.

“Aunty, Mbok Num who is it?” ask Dyah curiously.

“Mbok Num now works here and will stay here. Mbok Num himself lives a kara and your Uncle has allowed Mbok Num to stay here while helping Aunty make peanut cakes and take care of your sister, Akbar,”, Asyila said.

“Wah, so at home it will be crowded dong,” reply Dyah. “Dyah very happy, from the first Uncle was a good person and coupled with Aunty very good. Ah, anyway Uncle and Aunty are already destined to mate,” added Dyah.

“You can, Oya Dyah insyaallah Aunty wants to find two more people to work at home,” explained Asyila.

“Live here too, Aunty?” ask Dyah curiously.

“God willing, success keep yes Aunty!”

“Aamiin, thank you for your prayers,” reply Asyila.

Abraham came to his wife and nephew who were talking in the family room.

“Who are you here with, Dyah?” abraham asked, landing his ass on the couch.

“This, the same grandson of Uncle and Aunty,” he replied with a big smile until his eyes narrowed perfectly.

“Where's fahmi? Why not come here?” ask Abraham.

“Mas Fahmi will soon leave for the store, because it is recruiting new employees,” explained Dyah.

“Alhamdulillah, that means your husband's food store is crowded,” said Abraham.

“Iya, Uncle. Alhamdulillah, want nothing just ask the same Mas Fahmi. Alhamdulillah, until now Mas Fahmi never nagged about Dyah who likes snacks,” said Dyah and chuckled small.

“Ya of course will not nag, it's a sign Fahmi love you. Even so, you hope a wife must pray a lot for your husband to be healthy in search of sustenance!”

“God willing, if the matter is never left behind,” said Dyah with a sweet smile.

Dyah glanced at his phone and he had to leave.

“Uncle, Aunty! Dyah pamit go home first yes, as Fahmi must have been waiting for Dyah at home,” Dyah said as he moved from his seat.

“After Fahmi left, you came here. Friends Aunty!” pinta Asyila because her husband is in a few hours will go to find the person who helped her make the peanut cake as well as sew the clothes.

“Aunty rest easy, Dyah will be directly here after Mas Fahmi departs for the store,” reply Dyah.

Mbok Num ran small and gave a stainless bushel that he had previously washed clean.

“Thank you, Mbok Num has been washed,” Dyah told Mbok Num.

“Nggeh, Mbak Dyah,” Reply Mbok Num.

“Haaaa? Why not? What is it?” tanya Dyah was astonished.

“Nggeh that means yes. Right, huh? Mbok Num?” ask Asyila.

“True once,” reply Mbok Num.

Dyah smiled stupidly because he just knew the meaning of the word ngggeh.

“That's Javanese yes?” tanya Dyah made sure.

“Yes, Madam Dyah. Java,” replied Mbok Num.

“Sorry Mbok, although I have a descendant of the champion. I cannot speak Javanese,” said Dyah because since childhood the mother tongue he used was Indonesian.

Dyah rushed back to her house because her husband must have died at home.

After Dyah completely left, Mbok Num resumed his work mopping the floor.

Abraham and Ashila chose to relax in the room.

For them, the room is a very private spot for them to make out.

“Mas, what time will you leave?” ask Asyila.

“Perhaps around 9 o'clock. Oya, Syila want to find what kind of person?” abraham asked curiously.

“Mean, Mas Abraham?” ask Asyila who does not understand.

“That, people to make bean cakes and sew,” bright Abraham.

“Oh... Yes, the standard is. Want to find a younger and more beautiful than Asyila?” asked Asyila with a pouting face.

“Kok talks like that? Hayo, Asyila must be jealous if Mas is looking for a younger and also prettier than Syila?”

Asyila glared sharply and took her pillow. Then, throw it right in her husband's face.

“Mas nyebelin, not sensitive at all,” said Asyila who looks very jealous.

Abraham was surprised to see the reaction of his little wife, he walked up to his little wife to calm the jealous wife.

“Detach, do not hug Asyila,” said Asyila.

“Mas sorry my dear wife, Mas was just joking,” said Abraham.

Seems like we know, if a woman let alone a wife snags. It is better for men, especially husbands, to apologize, even if the woman or wife starts first.

Understand!! 😅

Asyila slowly smiled and returned her husband's embrace.

“Mas Abraham don't say that again, Asyila doesn't like,” Asyila said.

“Iya Syila dear, Mas will no longer talk like before,” reply Abraham.

Bela who had just come out of the room, at that time looked very happy because she had just completed a mathematical task from Asyila.

“I just have to learn to be a smart kid. So, Aunty and Uncle are happy because I'm smart,” said Bela monologue.

Mbok Num approached Bela who spoke to himself with a wide smile.

“Good morning, Ma'am Bela. Why smile at yourself and talk to yourself?” ask Mbok Num curious.

Bela shows his math assignment to Mbok Num.

“It seems to be all right,” Mbok Num said.

Bela timidly ran small towards the living room and impatiently wanted to see Asyila's reaction.