DUSK PAINTING

Chapters 11. I'm Just an Ordinary Man

Rahma is struggling in the pantry with an orange-colored apron typical of her cake shop, mounted on the body. He concentrated fully on decorating Rade's birthday cake for Nana who whined she wanted a birthday cake like she watched on youtube. The concept of decoration requested is the theme of LOL surprises. And Rade sent me the picture last night.

"It's still two months away, ma'am."

"But Nana Keukeuh sulked for LOL's cake."

Once Rade's complaint was accompanied by laughter when calling him last night, making him laugh too.

"What's wrong Rade, windfall for me. So double yes apert." reply Rahma still keep laughing crisply.

With the basis of the tart cake made by her assistant Goddess, Butter cream pink and light blue has wrapped neat cake two levels that. He painted a pink ribbon at the top. Then small pictures of the love shape are attached on the left and right side of the first level. Do not forget to stick five mini dolls of LOL characters and lastly write the words 'Happy Birthday Zwastina' and the number 2 that sticks top next to one LOL character.

Done.

"Mba Rahma, there's Miss Puput." Fitri, one of his employees appeared in the pantry with a smile amazed at the finished birthday cake.

"Please order it, Fit. Bika ambon 10 box." Rahma turned to the washbasin to wash her hands as her final work ritual.

"Founders used to meet Rahma, he said."

"okay." Rahma opened her apron. Ask Fitri to save the birthday cake to the showcase because it will only be taken later in the afternoon.

Rahma met Bu Puput, a retired wife of TNI AU who became her loyal customer.

"Mom how are you?" Rahma with a smile spread greet a mother with a beautiful-looking blink-blink sparkling with a youthful face.

"Alhamdulillah, Neng Rahma." Bu Puput hugged her warmly with a happy twinkle while also asking Rahma news.

The two sat at the very side table facing the translucent glass into the parking lot. Two glasses of warm tea and a plate of snacks were delivered Fitri and served it on the table.

"Mother could be made again bika ambon."

"Huh. I have to wait a few months to get your bika. Bika made by the officer feels different from the artificial neng Rahma."

"Sorry, I'm talking for who I am."

"Yes mom, it's okay." Rahma smiled at the enthusiasm of the puput bu who praised her homemade cake. "Indeed, I admit, no employee has been able to make my taste appropriate, even though it has been taught," he continued, chuckling.

"Mothers better wait for Rahma to be active again." Bu Puput then grabbed Rahma's hand. "Patient and strong. I know it's not easy, but I'm sure you can get through it. For the law of Allah will not burden His servant beyond the limits of his ability."

Rahma nodded with teary eyes. "Aamiin, Mum. Please pray for it."

"Wes, don't be sad ah." said Bu Puput while sipping tea. "Eh, I'm curious too. This is you can make a bika jos gandos gini, which course?"

"So I don't need to go all the way to Medan because here.beuh tasty tenan." Miss Puput who sometimes talk about herself mother, sometimes me, continues to be full of expressive nyerocos.

"You are Acehnese" he continued to scuttle Rahma who was ready to open her mouth to answer.

Rahma chuckled for a moment before replying. "The original father of Aceh, the original mother of Medan. So learn it from my mother."

"Oah, pantesan. Ancestral inheritance after all, there must be a secret recipe." Bu Puput nodded because now he understood.

"Ah yes, come here in addition to taking orders, also want to order more cake for next month." Still continuing it turns out the chatter of the Escape.

"I want to marry the youngest child. So want to order 4 kinds of snacks. Bika, fruit pie, 2 more sak karepmu (up to you)."

"The number of guests is a thousand. The snack is two times, so two thousand pcs."

"Later prepared a special stand. Neng Rahma ready one officer to keep the stand. His uniform didn't send you an invitation either."

"May keep your card, all free promotion tis." Bu Puput ended his lengthy explanation by rounding his fingers and blinking his eyes.

Rahma rubbed her face while giving thanks. His ridicule flowed through the medium of Mother Kuput. Then he calculated how much rupiah for two thousand pcs snacks. And 50% of the order advance is directly transferred to his account right then and there.

"Yo wes I don't muleh sek (i go home first)."

"Get health. Remember, you still have Dika," Madiun's native Toggle her shoulders as soon as she gets out of the store after the driver puts her groceries in the car.

"Thank you, Mom. My mother is paying attention to me." Rahma looked back at her because she was surrounded by good and caring people. "Mother also take care of health, just want to add a ghost."

"Ashiaap." Bu Puput gave a sign of respect with a witty style.

"Well, you're a slut."

The two laughed off as the end of the encounter today. Rahma stood in the doorway waving as the car carrying Bu Puput slowly came out of the parking lot.

He hurried up to the 2nd floor, towards the room where the child took a nap. He was worried that his son would wake up and cry because the door was locked from the outside, just in case the child went down the stairs alone. Danger.

Rahma breathes a sigh of relief. Dika still sleeps well. He approached her and kissed Dika on the forehead many times while softly saying "Sorry Mother, dear."

This morning, he spontaneously grabbed Dika. He took her out of the guest room to her room.

"Honey, can't call someone else 'Dad'!"

"That's not Dika's father."

"Dad's home, Nda."

"That's what you want dad."

Dika's ngeyel attitude made her emotional. He blocked Dika who was going to get out of bed. And showed pictures of Malik in the gallery of his cell phone to his son who was still innocent.

"This is your father, son."

"Next week on his birthday. Mommy will take Dika to father's place."

"Remember ya. Can't call anyone else dad."

"Call OM!"

"Dad is one, his name is Malik's father."

He did not realize that he had said in a high tone. Making Dika scared and crying hard, sobbing while bowing his body.

"What are you, Rahma."

"It'sar!"

I don't know since when Uma was standing in that open doorway. He was surprised to hear Uma knocking at him.

"Kayak nasehatin SD aja."

"It's not the way to understand."

"Slow your voice!"

"Hair barley and talk slowly!"

Uma's long moans made Rahma stunned, waking up. He regretted yelling at Dika. Really, this was beyond his consciousness. He hurriedly grabbed Dika into his arms. Kissing her with words of apology.

At 7am he decided to leave early for the store without breakfast. Choose to bring supplies for him and Dika who will be eaten when he gets to the shop. I don't know what I'm talking about with Doctor Gunawan. All he knew was that when he was preparing to leave, the person in the guest room had not yet awakened.

Forgive the sincerity of the servant, O Allah. I'm just an ordinary human being.

"Sorry Mother, dear." Rahma rubbed her forehead filled with sweat. Dika who began to squirm his body, blinked his eyes, then yawned long.

"Huoam..."

Rahma smiled as she closed her hands to Dika's wide open mouth.

"Sda..." Dika smiled. Really cute. Then suck the face into the mother's chest with spoiled. What Rahma replied by rubbing the back of his little hero.

"Dika's dear mother. Very dear." He hugged her as if afraid of others taking her baby.

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Mizyan blinked her eyes. The dizziness that swirled in his head made him frown and grimace. He closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly the dizziness begins to decrease, changing the feeling of dryness in the throat. He circulated a glance, scanning the entire room with unfamiliar-looking young ash.

He inched his back to the head of the bed in a half-sitting position. He was surprised to find the clothes he wore were only black shirts without a leather jacket. Increasingly surprised to realize the bottom only wearing ************ that covered the blanket up to his waist.

What the hell's going on?

He was trying to remember what happened before. A flash of events while at the hotel, the staggering path to the car and then drive the car in any direction without knowing the destination.

However, it broke when I saw the door handle turned from the outside. Someone came in and a familiar-looking face.

"Alhamdulillah. Wake up, son."

"Mr...." Mizyan tried to remember with narrowed eyes.

"Know me.Badru, Dika's grandfather."

"We met in the study last Sunday. Still remember?" Mr. Badru smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed watching Mizyan's state.

"Oh yeah yeah, I remember.I remember." Mizyan nodded in thought of the figure of the round-eyed boy sitting on his lap until he fell asleep.

"My name---"

"Father already knows." Mr. Badru cut off Mizyan's words while chuckling. "Mizyan, right?!"

"Idolanya. It is impossible not to know," continued Badru's father a little sloppy.

"Mother can."

Now he knows what happened last night after he fell in front of the gate of a house and just woke up at 9 am. Mr. Badru and Uma, as soon as his wife Mr. Badru asked to be called, told in detail after accompanying him to eat.

"The doctor said he had to check the lab, to determine what substances make Mizyan sleep long.

"He asked permission to take a blood sample, but he refused. You have to get Mizyan's approval first."

Mizyan who was fresher after her stomach was filled to the brim, seemed to shake her head.

"Not really, sir. Let me check for myself. It just so happens that there's a doctor's friend."

Feeling better, at 11 pm Mizyan decided to go home. He even tucked some money in his wallet while shaking hands as a thank you. But Mr. Badru rejected it firmly. Makes him unable to do anything else but thank you.

"Same jacket of trousers again washed. Later on, Uma bring me that ahad study." Uma gave a smile watching Mizyan who was wearing shorts owned by Dad who clad above the knee even though if worn by her husband fitting cover the knee.

"No, Uma. Don't bother. Let me just take it here sometime."

"The stronger the drive, son?" Mr. Badru confirmed again the condition of Mizyan who was heating his car which is now in the yard.

"God willing, sir. I'm already fit."

After saying goodbye and again thanking the kind and friendly old man, Mizyan did not drive her car to the boarding school but to the apartment.

His body still feels weak. But he was ashamed if he had to stay longer in the house of the man who had helped him. There are things that you should make sure when you arrive at the apartment.

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Assalamualaikum

I just said hello in chapter 11.

How are all the readers? 😁

May be healthy and keep the spirit of following the storyline yes.

Gimana2 mom, teteh, mbak, akang, mas, brother? abis wipes brp lbr nih 😄

I'm granting you a crazy up request. Eh but the one who asked to be detected there is no vote or give a gift. Hehehe, let's say 😉

Giving and receiving must please both parties, right?

Over all, thanks to all alms in various forms that have been given by the reader. Well, I'm touched by the many COINS that othor received in many chapters.

As always, let's take care of FAITH & IMMUNITY!

High immunity, weak faith, will only make an arrogant person feel healthy because his efforts are not for the help of God. So, balancing is good.

Onlen hug for everything 😍

Salutations

Me Nia