Between Me and My Husband

Shopings

Mas Dipta explained everything after we got home from Mama's house. He's going to Bali in a week. I don't know how long it'll be there. It can be a week, two weeks or even a month.

Many problematic projects there, making mangkrak work unfinished. Inevitably Mas Dipta will investigate and even finish what is the cause of the project is problematic. It could take a while.

Actually Mas Dipta also wanted me to come, but in because I was having a test especially in addition to my plan that would take a short semester made him stop by to invite me. He promised to go home by the end of the week. I also stayed at Mama's house during Mas Dipta's work in Bali.

A week passed, Mas Dipta had left for Bali, I had moved to Mama's house by occupying Mas Dipta's room which felt spacious when I used it myself.

Tonight I almost got carried away to dreamland when I heard my phone vibrate. When I looked, Mas Dipta made a video call. My eyes that had been suddenly brushed so bright like led lights. I adjusted a little of my appearance before I shifted the green mark on the screen.

"Asallamu'alaikum Mas.." I immediately waved when my screen was filled with the face of the man I missed.

"Walaikumsalam, haven't slept?"

I saw him lying on his stomach in bed . With her hair still wet, it looks like she just finished her bath.

"Yes not yet.. Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I just got to the hotel. I have a lot to take care of here, so it doesn't feel like it's too late."

"Mas Dipta has dinner? Be busy, but don't forget to eat." I'm sorry, it's almost midnight but he just got to the hotel for a break. But instead of taking a break, he called me.

"Hem, that was it. Is your exam done?"

"Tomorrow the last day." I saw that Mas Dipta had yawned several times, but it seems that he still wanted to chat longer with me.

"What are you going to do after the exam is over?"

"I don't know yet, but I've been in ajakin Mama shopping to the mall if you've finished the exam."

"Alright, have fun later with Mama."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Now go to sleep, it's been very night."

"Mas Dipta also immediately rest. Don't forget to eat on time and take care of your health." I said, actually not willing this video call was interrupted but I saw the face of Mas Dipta already looked tired.

"Hem, you too. Yeah, I hung up. Asallamualaikum."

"Getishalam." And disconnected that video call. I was still staring at the screen hp, I breathed a moment.

There are no friendly words from Mas Dipta, even we have not met for several days. I miss her so much, miss her touch.

I lie back with a mind that is still wandering. Of course the mind is not far from Mas Dipta. And somehow like real I was lulled and met with Mas Dipta. Unfortunately, he did not see me even though I had waved my hand to attract his attention. But his eyes kept on the door there was a woman who gracefully stepped towards him.

I stomped, so it did not feel rolled onto the icy floor, lucky I was wrapped in a thick blanket so as not to hit the floor directly. Geez.it was just a dream, maybe I was too anxious until such a dream appeared.

Don't think too much. Be assured that you are there to work. I reassured and comforted myself.

First we go to the salon, to beautify ourselves. This salon is different from the salon I visited with Amel some time ago. This salon is a subscription for the artists of the country, the cost of services here must be very expensive.

Finished from our salon directly to the mall. There we go to the restaurant first to fill the energy before shopping. Apparently, Mama is planning to spend some time with the shopping. We ate at a Japanese restaurant.

"I'm so happy to be able to walk around with Nia's fellow women." Mama said as she stuffed a piece of sushi into her mouth.

"Certainly Ma? Nia is also happy that Mama is happy." I smiled looking at the happy twinkle in Mama's eyes.

"We should often walk the two ways like this. Makes you feel like you're back with a daughter." Mama's words made me a little stunned.

"But Ma, doesn't Mama have a daughter? Delia's sister is her name?" I said it was spontaneous, but Mama's reaction was unexpected. He coughed up somehow choking, maybe the sushi he ate earlier. I rushed to get him some water to drink.

"Mama's okay?"

"Yes, it's not papa." Mama resumed eating after her coughs subsided.

"Did Mama never walk alone with Ms Delia?" I was curious to dare to ask again. Mama glanced at me for a moment, then put down her cutlery.

"We used to walk together. To the salon or shopping in the mall as well, even this food was his favorite." My eyes were staring at the food on the table. It was as if he was reminiscing about the time he had fun with his son.

"When do you think Miss Delia came home Ma? I seem to have forgotten about him, when I was a kid I remember only Mas Dipta and Dino. Maybe it's Delia's sister so she's rarely out." I try to remember a childhood memory. But I never remember Mama's daughter Delia.

"Of course, finish your food. Then we'll get out of here." Mom avoids talking about her daughter. Which makes me very curious.

He is ill and is undergoing treatment abroad. But if he's sick, why doesn't anyone accompany him. Mbok Asih once said that Delia went abroad because she was forced by Mama. Even he did not want to cry, but still he finally left.

What the Mas Dipta family is covering up about Delia. Is it possible that she actually got pregnant out of wedlock, and then to cover up her disgrace, Mama forced her to leave the country? Baduuh, where have my mind been.

After eating, we headed to one of the clothing outlets there. Mama picked some, I looked.

"Is there a match? Take it!" Said the one who saw me saw some collection there.

"No Ma, no need." I immediately took my hand off the clothes I had held in the row of clothes hangers there.

"Where? This is?" Mama even immediately put down the clothes that I had seen.

"You want to try it first? Or is it your choice?" Mama handed me the clothes.

"Ma, I was just looking. Not buying." My answer.

"What's wrong, just wrap it all up. Do you want to add more?" The clothes in my hand were taken back, and immediately brought to the cashier's desk.

After it all paid off, Mama added another package that I don't know what it was.

"Later to wear if Dipta comes home." Whisper Mama, I scrunched my forehead. What is that parcel? Why wait for Mas Dipta first if you want to wear it?