DOWRY 33 THOUSAND

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Baihaqi stared at the door of the bamboo house which was closed violently by Rara.

'What's wrong with me, Ra? Why are you so angry with me?' baihaqi's inner self in his heart.

Baihaqi turned her body and returned to the Pesantren Cottage with an unbecoming feeling.Today it had been a few akli, it hurt Rara, upsetting the pregnant woman. His steps were so shaky, between his logic and his feelings felt disturbing to his soul and heart.

Just as Rara was already lying on her bed, her bedroom lights were already turned off. Both of his eyes did not want to be closed. His heart felt guilty for being unkind to Baihaqi earlier.

The light of the lamp shone into Rara's bedroom through the cracks of the window. Rara's tears were suddenly full in her eyes.

'Forgive me, Mas Bai. It's not my intention to be unkind to you, but I really don't want to let you down with me later, Rara's inner self in her heart.

Rara tried to close her eyes but still could not, even her tears just dripped down wet the pillow used to sleep. His body was sideways, his large stomach was propped up by bolsters to feel comfortable and not hurt. His one hand gently rubbed the distended stomach was affectionate.

'You are too good for me. The difference in principle also makes us more distant and will not be possible together. You are justad, of course you can get better than me, Rara's mind is getting more painful.

It feels mixed. The good that has been received by Rara is certainly not just good. Rara felt that Baihaqi's goal was to get her and to replace Umi Fatima for her three children.

Rara shook her head slowly. Her tears are getting worse.

It doesn't feel like it's morning. Rara fell asleep, after crying all night to make her eyes swollen. His body felt pain on the side, because his sleep did not move and continued to face to the left.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of knocking on the door that heard smooth but firm. The footsteps of someone walking towards the front door that Rara believed was Emak Warti and knew that Baihaqi would bring Rara back to the village. Rara listened to the morning's chat carefully.

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy, Rara is awake?" ask Baihaqi slowly.

"Waalaikumsalam, not yet Mr. Ustad," replied Emak Warti slowly.

Warti's mother closed the front door after Baihaqi came inside and sat on the side terrace as well as a dining room and relaxing.

Breakfast was prepared at the dinner table. Baihaqi sat on the lounge chair as she stared at the yellowing rice field as the sunlight began to shine its rays onto the earth.

Rara was already awake and rising from her bed which still provided comfort.

"Do you need to build Mr. Ustad?" ask Mother Warti slowly while bringing hot tea for Mr. Ustad.

"No need. Let it. How to wake up. May I have a hot sweet black coffee," Baihaqi pinta.

Warti's mother just nodded slowly and went back to the kitchen to prepare the sweet black coffee her employer requested.

Rara was out of her room and was in the kitchen. Baihaqi's request had already been heard, and Rara tried to make her concocted black sweet coffee as a thank you.

"Lho Non Rara, what are you doing?" ask Mom Warti who was surprised to see Rara was already in the kitchen and splashed the black coffee into the cup.

Rara turned to look at Madam Warti and smiled broadly.

"Didn't Mr. Ustad ask for black coffee?" tanya Rara made sure to Mother Warti.

Warti's mother just nodded slowly, saying Rara's words.

Warti's mother looked at Rara. As if not believing what Rara was doing at the moment. According to Mr. Ustad Baihaqi, Rara is a spoiled woman who cannot do homework because she is used to being a career woman.

Rara turned to look at Madam Warti who was silent in the corner of the kitchen.

"Why? Why even shut up? What breakfast this morning?" ask Rara slowly to Mother Warti.

"Anu, it's Non, just plain bread," replied Mother Warti slowly.

"Bread only? Is there no rice?" ask Rara slowly.

"She, Non. But rice yesterday," said Mother Warti slowly.

"It's okay. Whereabouts? I'll make fried rice" said Rara slowly.

Warti's mother immediately prepared the rice on a plate. There was only one plate left.

Rara put two glasses on a rather large tray. One glass of white milk for himself and one cup of hot sweet black coffee.

With its gemulai, Rara cut onions and garlic and cayenne pepper. Wajan to cook nai goreng is already on the gas stove, the, Rara took butter and began sauteing all the ingredients of the kitchen until the fragrance then put two eggs with a shake off and slices of leeks which she then duked into one in the pan. The white rice is then put in a skillet, given the saos of samabal and soy sauce and other instant spices until cooked.

Two servings of fried ansi already have him on that big tray. Rara lifted him up and ushered towards Baihaqi while daydreaming.

"Hi ... Mas Bai's. It is not good to daydream early in the morning," said Rara greeting to surprise Baihaqi who is in the lower realms ar.

Baihaqi finds the origin of the sound and emnatap leka Rara that looks naturally beautiful without polish. Her body looks sexy with a half-calf negligee that pops her distended stomach.

Rara put down the tray and moved one by one both fried ansi plates and both cups contained drinks as desired.

"Hi Ra, you ..." Baihaqi's words came to a halt. It is inappropriate to emmuji Rara excessively.

Rara placed her tray on the other side and sat opposite Baihaqi. His gaze grew more and more clingy.

"Why not continue? I why?" ask Rara with a little penance.

Baihaqi simply smiled and stared at the plate containing fried rice already in front of him.

"Fried rice?" baihaqi asked softly to Rara who was already stirring and blowing the fried rice that was in front of her.

"Yes. You don't like it?" ask Rara who is a little disappointed.

"Did you make it?" tanya Baihaqi was curious.

Rara nodded slowly.

"Yes, fried rice and black coffee are my own concoction. Hopefully Mas likes," said Rara who is between the ages and sure of the taste of the cuisine. Originally Rara is a cooking bus, and the cuisine is quite delicious, only, Rara likes to be lazy and the mood is not good to do things that are forced.

Baihaqi instantly confirmed his position and took out a spoon. A large mouthful inside the spoon went straight into his mouth. His smile instantly rose and was quite amazed by the simple cuisine made by Rara.