Babysit Wife Candidate

Kartika Widia the beautiful widow

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Kartika has spent nearly half an hour at the market, buying a box of formula milk, baby bottles, toiletries, disposable diapers and some baby clothes as well as blankets and bedding.

Fortunately, Kartika used to go anywhere alone, because since the husband died, he was desperate to learn to ride a matic motorcycle. All that compulsion, makes her a strong and deft woman. Because he had to play a double role, becoming a father and also a mother for his two sons. In fact, now fate has made her have a daughter.

Kartika was ready with questions from some residents later. It will surely be a great conversation among the dear mothers of juliders. Yes, how not, a beautiful widow who is active outside the house, suddenly has a baby who is still red.

The slanted response was always there, even though he wore all-enclosed and loose-fitting clothing.

In fact, when he looks to greet with a male-only salesman, then the view towards him, immediately leads to something bad for him.

He was silent, said he was arrogant and doubtful.

He tried to be friendly, said pretentious, look for the face and the worst, he was thought to spread charm. A widow is always wrong. Because that ugly stigma has been attached to them.

Is it wrong if she remains beautiful and young, even though her two sons have grown up and are teenagers?

What is wrong, if many men propose to him?

From virgin to widower, some even have a wife, maybe the man intends to have more than one wife.

Should he cover his face too?

Then, after that what other stamp will be pinned by them for him?

Of course it still exists, and it will continue to exist.

Because we will never look right and perfect from a human point of view.

Man always sees what is beyond his eyes.

As the saying goes, "The face in the eye is invisible, while the ants across the sea are visible."

Kartika does not want to worry about what people say, as long as his actions are right and not out of the Islamic corridor. We can't force everyone to like us, can we?

Kartika continues to pass the matic light blue.Fast lightning he shop without choosing and bidding, just take the goods then pay. It was very worrying about the starving baby.

The 42-year-old woman drove her motorcycle slowly, passing through a crowd of mothers who were shopping for vegetables at a merchant, who peddled her sales using tossa.

"Yok, in the select, in the select buibu...! The vegetables are seger-seger!" shouted the father of the vegetable seller, intending to invite his main subscription to get out of the house. In fact, Kartika did not escape from his screams.

"Your, Kar!"

"Almost'e buk, shop sek to!" shouted the vegetable seller, who saw about to pass him. Kartika decided to stop for a while, then he turned off his motor matic starter. "Stok is still there, sirde! Add chicken with potatoes, each one a kilo. Later send to the house, because I was in a hurry," said Kartika.

"Yowes, Buk. Later not between nggih," said the father of the vegetable with a happy face.

"I'm sorry, my mom first." Kartika restarted the motorbike, then passed after saying goodbye to mothers who were choosing groceries.

"It's very stupid! Too busy!" cetus is a fertile mother, who is flipping through the tempeh wrapped in banana leaves.

"Yes, the career woman's mentang, tuh!" add the woman dressed in shakes, with thick black eyebrows swooping in, flaming red lips and waving false eyelashes.

"Grubber calik ama us-we who maen her in the kitchen muluk!" clearly a woman with a bracelet that was like gold was lined up on her wrist.

"Yes, what's gelowing!" added the short-haired mothers with faces full of acne scars.

That is, babble-studded with scorn from the mothers of erte level derijen.

They clearly expressed their speculation. Although capitalized with what they saw at a glance, without finding out even tempe.

"God, buk! Ghibah ae anyway, mending shopping spouts keep cooking!" concluded the father of vegetable.

"But! Belain!"

"Tauk, this is Pakde!"

"About her beautiful widow!"

seloroh the mothers of the derijen ganged the vegetable maker.

"Yee! I'm not mbelain, but I know my vegetables, dadi on your ancur remet-remet doang!" anxious the father while tidying up vegetables that are partially messy and fall out. Because the derijen had continued to talk while scrambling and slamming vegetables.

Finally, the plots of the most righteous mothers split up, after they bought all the vegetables they had been subjected to anxiety.

"Kartika has arrived, he immediately washed his hands, boiled a bottle to be sterile and prepared milk for his baby girl.

Yes, his determination is round. To raise Najwa to be his son. Is this not a message from God, and a responsibility for him as well as his son, Andra.

For the business of keeping, Kartika will divide time with her two children.

Perhaps it was this, the time for him to resign from his job at the boutique. And, he will start his business at home only.

Kartika continued to look at the tiny face inside her carriage. The baby's little mouth, looks sucked firmly. Thankfully, Najwa likes the formula he chooses, although he chooses the usual milk products, not too expensive nor can it be said cheap. Just mediocre. He has to adjust to his abilities, right?

Although, in the letter it is written, so that he sells the diamond necklace, to meet the cost of living the baby. However, Kartika thought it was the only identifier and memory for Najwa later. Or, maybe he will use it when it is really tight.

After feeding, a full bottle. Apparently the baby girl was full until she was sleepy. "Um, he's pules!" exclaim Andra, who then got a slow tease at the end of his head.

"Udah know he pules, say use yell," said Kartika by tightening his teeth.

"Ye, maap, Um," Andra said as she stroked her head that had been told from umma.

"Sana, gih buy breakfast.In his nasduk stall pok Jamilah yes,"

"Nih, the money," Kartika ordered by speaking slowly.

"Umma, what is it?" andra asked after he received the money from Kartika.

"Komplit dong, ordinary kayak, use potatoes mustofa the same jengkol stew ya." replied Kartika then passed by carrying a baby Najwa.

"Don't forget the fry, which is still an angel!" he added.

"Rebes, my beautiful Umma!" kelakar Andra, then grabbed the keys vespanya above the bupet.

Now, a handsome teenager with a thin face even though he hasn't bathed (but no one knows). Seen standing in the middle of the queue, which was dominated by the mothers.

There is also the mas-mas, but they prefer to move to the edge. But, Andra did not want, because if he did not queue, I don't know when he would get a turn. Can nag until magrib later umma.

Andra has now been in the second row, a variety of typical breakfast menu betawi people have made her stomach hysterical instantly. How not, since last night his stomach was empty hopping without being filled.

Without realizing it, it turns out that pok Jamilah had called him earlier.

"Eh, yes Pok, sorry!" her word.

"Morning has gone aje! Entar nye soul mate far loh!" kelakar the padok rice pemuduk who has the body of wow.

"Hehehe...I saw that again, the psyche jengkolnya on glaring," said Andra, who accidentally, had been wiping his saliva with his sleeve.

(Ish, joy!)

Saya yang mao mesen noh, nasi uang kompleit!

Say aje ame bang Andra 😁