
Amanda refused Abimana's invitation to eat on the grounds that the cost would be closed soon.
"You sure you can hold your hunger? While the worms in your stomach are already ringing." asked Abimana by staring at the screen of her flat object as she stopped in front of the restaurant that was originally her destination.
"It's okay, Mom. Than I didn't open the gate." replied Amanda. Finally Abimana clicked a column in the App from go food.
The man who had now put his phone back on drove his car quietly. He occasionally glanced at the two little girls sitting on the back bench. This time the two looked calm, because Arimbi was already heavily sleepy.
It took only ten minutes for Pajero's car to stop right in front of the half-open gate.
A grab food motorbike also arrived there. Abhimana went down with Amanda coming down. But, the man approached the driver who was already standing in front of the gate.
Amanda frowned, looking at the strange Abimana who was now walking and carrying a paper bag towards her.
"I'll order you dinner." Abiman handed the paper bag in his hand to Amanda.
The girl looks shy because every time with Abimana will definitely get a free meal.
"Thank you." said Amanda.
"Oh yeah, actually I can buy my own dinner, Mas. The chatter in front of it, used to be open till night." Abhimana just smiled at Amanda's explanation. The girl suddenly turned very serious.
"Not what. I'll go back first! Arimbi is already in the dream" said Abimana by turning to the car where Arimbi had fallen asleep in the back of the car.
Amanda just nodded, the man made her very awkward. The girl is not too close to any man so that even a little attention can make him misbehave.
Amanda just stared at the white Pajero who had gone so far and disappeared from sight. The girl with the round face was stunned for a moment.
"Patience, Nda. You still have to struggle and be concerned so that people don't have to feel sorry for you. One day you will feed others." Amanda murmured. Even though her life was teetering, the girl never gave up on her goal of becoming a lecturer.
The boisterous sound of the boarding boy inside blew away Amanda's daydream. The girl rushed inside.
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"Morning, Honey." The Word slowly kisses Aruna's cheek. The man was neat with his work shirt.
Aruna had just enjoyed a cup of milk and in front of her was a plate of bollen bananas that was still warm.
"Buy from where, honey?" tanya Sabda then took a banana bolen and then approached a cup of coffee that was still blowing smoke. Sabda chose to sit in front of Aruna.
"Make it yourself, when Mas Sabda sports I make banana bolen" said Aruna.
After the Fajr Salat, Aruna bought rice for breakfast and bananas. Decided to exercise for a moment.
"Mas, no breakfast?" aruna said as Sabda finished one bolen banana and sipped his coffee.
"Hmmm.. can." said Sabda then Aruna stood up to take a plate and spoon. He began preparing food that he had bought after dawn. A packet of nasi uduk served in front of Sabda.
Sabda stared at the rice sitting on her plate then turned to Aruna who was still standing next to her. Actually, he started bosen with nasi uduk, egg balado and rendang.
It's been a week every day that's just the breakfast menu that Aruna treats. But Sabda missed his wife's cooking. Red soup, mixed tofu, or just fried rice.
"Hmmm. Yes, I ate this." welcome the Word look so reluctant. He began to bribe his food slowly, without being able to enjoy it.
"Run." called the Word made Aruna turn her head.
"Why, Mas?" asked Aruna curiously.
"Your cooking misses." Finally the Word speaks with heart.
"Bet bored huh?" asked Aruna softly. He started to guess.
"A week we had breakfast with the same menu. I'd like to have breakfast to know what you've mixed." Sabda's face stiffened waiting for Aruna's reaction. Aruna's pregnancy made her so sensitive. His wife might be angry.
"Yes-yes, it's been a week?" muttered Aruna pensively for a moment to remember it.
The woman then smiled, it turned out to be true if she had given the same Word breakfast menu for a week.
"I'm sorry, tomorrow I'm sure you know how to mix, Mas." Looking at Aruna's smile, Sabda looks calmer.
Sabda did tell Aruna that every day she would have breakfast and dinner at home. Not a matter of money, he just wanted to distinguish when single and already married.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Your wife is innate emang lazy again." continued Aruna with a small laugh. Not that she can't cook like most pregnant women, but Aruna feels she's the laziest at cooking side dishes.
"It's okay. Mas understand, but not also if almost a week of rice sitting continues." said Sabda. He continued his breakfast, even though it was mabok with nasi uduk.
"Oh yes, dear. They will come home late. Want to stop by Bagas' place because there will be Andrean and others."
"So you go to sleep first" said Sabda. After finishing the food on his plate.
"Run, can I ask you something?"
"What?" ask Aruna to be curious.
"Anin how many times have you met?" tanya Sabda made Aruna look up and look at her.
"Two times, Mom."
"What did he say?" continue Sabda.
"The point is he just said Mas never loved me. Mas loved him very much and he asked me to leave Mas because I was the third of you. Mas also still love him until now and proven you have sex up to several times" said Aruna. While the Word looked at him so sharply.
The man then sighed. He did not expect Anin to do it. He turned everything around. Maybe Mama's right she's not a woman worth fighting for. Apparently, the woman was not who he thought she was.
"I hope you believe in me. You know Mas, right? If Mas still loves him, he will pursue him." said Sabda.
Aruna simply answered the Word with a nod. He's tired, let it be their business. He was sure that one day it would open its own truth.
The new Word finds out that Anin is undermining Aruna. The woman was so sharp that she turned back the real situation. He no longer knew the old Aninditha.
"Mas, if you can't come home late!" aruna Pinta. Sabda nodded, catching Aruna's forehead before getting into the car. He'll try to get home as soon as possible because Aruna's afraid to be home alone.