
Day after day passed so quickly. Everything is going as it should. The activity that was undertaken, the same as the previous days. Keep happening, passing and going, with all the impressions left behind, as memories and experiences.
Abhimanyu, has been to Jakarta several times, for work. He also stopped by frequently and spent the night at his family home.
Sometimes, Jani also sends food that he cooks or typical snacks Bogor, for souvenirs and Abhimanyu's hand when stopping by the house.
Just like this time. Abhimanyu, who was preparing to go to Jakarta, was detained by Anjani, so as not to rush away. Anjani wants to send a pickle, which she made last night, for souvenirs that can be brought, when her husband spent the night at his family home.
"Mas, wait a minute. This Jani just pack it up. Just for a moment," said Anjani, asking her husband, to wait for him to finish packing the fruit.
"You why do you like to bother anyway.is it a cafe menu, if it runs out You can love what customers, if anyone messages?"
Abhimanyu, in fact, was astonished by his wife. He likes to trouble himself, but he can buy, if only souvenirs like that. In the store, many are also sold in the form of packaging. But, Anjani prefers to make it himself, including some of the opening and closing menus in his home cafe.
"It's okay, Mom. I can do this again later. I want you to be able to bring this to Sekar and Yasmin. Let them also feel the teasing made by me." Anjani, smiling as she handed him four packs of packing bowls, which she had already made herself.
"A lot of pity?" abhimanyu asked, when he received the parcel that Anjani handed over.
"Make mother also Mas, same father too. If they don't like it, there will also be aunts in the house" Anjani replied, mentioning all the residents of the Abhimanyu house in Jakarta.
"Hehehe... You make the list absent again, right? why not all the vegetable builders who pass in front of the house as well," said Abhimanyu, with a happy laugh because Anjani, also laughed.
"Hehehe... It could be. It's gone there! it will be noon and so late to arrive in Jakarta." Anjani, reminding her husband, to immediately leave for Jakarta.
"Ihsss, I got kicked out anyway! Haha..."
Abhimanyu's laughter, back heard. He felt heavy when he wanted to go to Jakarta himself, because Anjani could not join his menu. Anjani has to take care of his home cafe, especially when there is a process of opening, for a new branch in another place.
"Mas. When opening a new branch later, invite mother and others to come! Tell them from now on, so as not to collide with other events, if they have other plans." Anjani, giving a message to her husband, for her family in Jakarta there.
"Oh yes, dear. I almost forgot about the opening schedule of the new branch. Thank you, have been reminded and also an invitation given to my family," said Abhimanyu, with a hug Anjani.
"The family of Mas Abi, also the family of Jani Mas," said Anjani, who was in the arms of her husband. She warned her husband not to distinguish between his family and Anjani's.
"Yes Dear. Thank you, you have no hatred for your sister and mother, even if they don't treat you well. You should know, they actually love you too. It's just a matter of time and also the way they're showing doesn't fit. Hopefully one day, they'll be able to be precise, show how they really feel at the time."
Anjani, just nodding in her husband's arms. He no longer said anything. She could only hope for the same thing her husband had said.
"I go first yes" said Abhimanyu, then kissed his wife Anjani on the forehead. He also kissed his wife's lips, in a quick manner. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm quick, I'm afraid I can't get out!" abhimanyu said, then it soon passed. He's afraid, if he gets a pinched pinch from his wife.
"Mas Abi! look out, yes," said Anjani with annoyance, but also with her husband's behavior. She shook her head as she continued to smile, following in the footsteps of her husband, who was already in the car.
"I'm leaving, baby. You be careful at home" said Abhimanyu, saying goodbye to his wife Anjani.
Before long, Abhimanyu launched his car while waving to Anjani. He looked at his wife, from the rearview mirror of the car in front of the car door.
"Hopefully, one day, mother and others will be able to accept your presence dear." Abhimanyu, muttering to himself while imagining how his mother and younger siblings, treated his wife, Anjani.
*****
In Jakarta, Sofie's mother is feeling good. When he came home from work, he bought a snack that Abhimanyu liked since childhood. Moreover, the arrival of Abhimanyu is a rare thing. His son, who now lives with his wife in Bogor, no longer lives in his home. He only occasionally came, if by any chance there was any business. Now, he came home with some plastic wrap in hand.
This morning, Sofie's mother got word from her son that he would spend the night at home for two days. Sofie's mother, has made many plans for her son, Abhimanyu.
"Huhfff, I have to make everything like a coincidence, and not a plan that has been arranged. But, for the success of this plan, I must ask the help of my other children, namely Sekar and Yasmin. Hopefully, they both want me to work together. Anyway, this time I can't fail again. Capek also gave this kind of understanding to Abhimanyu. It's been over a year of marriage, I've only been so-so." Sofie's mother, muttering alone. Don't know, what he really wants to plan for his son, Abhimanyu.
"Gee... What's that for you?"7 asked Yasmin, when she saw her mother coming, with two medium-sized plastic wrap.
"It's a snack for your sister" replied Sofie's mother, then put down the plastic wrap she brought from the mini market.
"Mas Abi wants to come?" yasmin asked quickly, with eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Sofie's mother, just nod. He walked again accompanied by Yasmin who was beside him.
"Where's this?" ask Sofie's mother, for not seeing the whereabouts of her other child.
"Not home. He had this assignment with some of his friends, who were in the campus organization."
Sofie's mother nodded back. He walked to the kitchen and placed the plastic package he had brought.
"Auntie, Bi!"
Sofie's mother, yelling for the housemaid's aunt. He was looking for her, because he wanted to make food that he liked his son, Abhimanyu.
"Where's the aunt?" sofie's mother asked Yasmin, who was already sitting on the dining table chair.
"No idea" replied Yasmin in short. He no longer said anything, because he did not want to know the affairs of his housemaid aunt.
"Emmhh... Yasmin's. Bi_ can you help me?" sofie's mother asks her son, Yasmin, in disjointed sentences.
"What's Ma'am helping?" ask Yasmin quickly. He was curious about what his mother would say.
But it turns out, Sofie's mother only smiled faintly, when she heard the question asked by her son, Yasmin.
He did not want to answer Yasmin's question. He wants, if the plan is, unknown to others, including his own son, Yasmin.