Hold on or let go!

The 194 eps

Today Alby has a visit to east Java, he will not be on the staycation of HS group which was inaugurated a few days ago. Some even report that the place is already a lot in the rental of visitors who vacation in the tourist area.

"By!"

"What?", asked Alby to Siovy.

"When can I apologize to Mba Bia directly? I want to see him to apologize! Every time I want to call her, you never let me!"

Alby's speechless.

"You're going there, right? Could it be that if you met Mba Bia, you called me so I could talk to her?", Silvy asked.

Alby stopped packing his clothes. Then he walked and squatted in front of Silvy. His hand rubbed Silvy's enlarged stomach. Sometimes there is a little movement in there. And every time it's like that, Alby smiles.

"I can't promise Vy. I'm going there to do work! After all, not necessarily Bia still want to see me!", said Alby while continuing to rub Silvy's stomach.

"He was happy that his papa was rubbing his belly!" said Silvy. Alby looked up at Silvy's face.

"Mother? Papa?", asked Alby. Silvy nodded.

"House. I'm the baby's mother, and Bia's mother!" said Silvy smiling.

Alby's chest was suddenly painful. Siovy rubbed Alby's jaw gently.

"If the mother does not exist, the baby still has a mother. Mama Bia!", with teary eyes.

Alby lowered Silvy's hand from his cheek.

"We're going to raise this kid together! Stop talking like that!", Alby instantly got up from his squat.

He grabbed his suitcase, then pecked Silvy's head and also his belly.

"I'm leaving! Assalamualaikum!", said Alby.

"Walaikumsalam!", answered Silvy. The pregnant woman just stared at the back of her husband who came out of her room.

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Time is rolling so fast. I've completely lost contact with Alby or Mak Titin. Let it be, I considered severing the cord of the friendship uh.silaturahmi. A little similar but different meaning, right???

My certificate of farewell to Alby is in my hands. Every day I was busy helping out in our shop. I filled my busy life by trying new dishes that I could make a menu in my store. As a result, our shop was more crowded. Moreover, the inn that Mr. Hartama built was neat and much in the interest of visitors. I don't know, maybe the marketing trick is good. So yes ...many visit the tour in our village and rent the place.

The impact was pretty good for our shop. Many visitors are satisfied with the cuisine in our shop. Though stalls like this are not only mine but there are several other restaurants.

I'm done in the kitchen, I take off my apron and go to the cashier.

"Mba, wes solat?", I asked the cashier mba.

"Sampun mba!", he replied.

(Already)

"Oh, Yo wes ngunu's neck!"

(Yes, that's it)

I walked up to get a waiter's apron because I wasn't wearing a uniform like my employees. Because I don't have any. Even if I have, the power I am this old is not worthy to wear a short t-shirt in dobelin. When I was young it was 😁

Now I have begun to be comfortable with a loose headscarf even though it is not a wide headscarf like the pious ukhti-ukhti.

"Good day!", I said to the visitor.

"Good day!", replied one visitor. On that table were four men who seemed to be about the same age as me.

"Mba, that's so pretty! Acquaintance dong!", said one of them. Geir? Ngga! Instead of being arrogant, I'm already immune to such fighting.

I smiled thinly. Trying to stay friendly.

"Lo mah, look a little clear must be so!", said another friend.

"Yes, I just want to meet an acquaintance in no time! Very cute Lo!", he roared the head of his friend.

"I'm sorry, what message do you want?", I interrupted them.

"Sorry mba!", said one of them who had been silently watching his rambling.

"This MBA..who ever made me catering is not it? Which one in the city of G?", he asked.

I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Well, Lo's smartass. Lo mode, mode!", said his friend.

"In the city of G?", I asked. The guy nodded.

"Huum! Temen the Cecep who served in Koramil village Xxx!"

I nodded slowly.

"Ah, yes! So, the mas is the queen kang Cecep?", I asked.

"Muhun tea!", he said.

(Yes tea)

His three friends were just staring.

"Tos lila gawe in dieu tea?", she asked.

(Old time working here tea)

"Eum ..lumayan!", I replied. No need to explain when this shop is mine.

"Oh, did you move to kadieu lin?"

"This is..my hometown!", I replied.

"So, what message do you want?", ask me again for the third time.

I finally heard the grusa-grusu sound of the four boys who turned out to be as professional as Mas Febri.

"Tea, seagrass menta menta side dish kos baheula aya teu?", asked friend Cecep.

(How can I ask for a rich side dish first there is no?)

"Pake English by Engkos Koswara!", chirped his friend.

I smile.

"There is a mas, want a spicy or sweet acid?", I asked.

"Pedes wae tea!", said the Engkos.

"Yes already a rich cave Lo aja Kos!", said his friend.

"Gue too!", said the two friends together.

"OK, drink?"

"Gue is rich Lo, Kos!", said his friend who had invited me to meet.

"Yes tea, iced tea is sweet!" he said.

Heh?

"Es what tea is anget tea?", I asked.

"Astaghfiullah! I mean iced tea sweet tea!"

"Okay, wait a minute!", I said as I recorded their order. Suddenly Engkos stood saluting towards me. I knit my eyebrows dong? How he saluted that cake, rich respect the flag. His friends do the same.

"Good day Kapt!", said the four young men. I looked back. A little opened it turns out there was someone behind me who was none other than Febri.

He put on his sweet smile. More items are people? Ehhh???

"Buy.mas... Febri?", I'm confused. He was carrying a twenty-eight figure mini tart.

"Happy birthday my future wife! Is it past Iddah?", asked Febri without shame in front of the crowd.

I gaped at him. This widower really is unsettling! Arrrgggghhh.kan will be..eh...shame!

The whispers of Engkos and his friends are heard.

"Kok diem anyway, Nduk?", asked Febri again.

A birthday? I'm a birthday? Twenty-eight? Huh huh? Any timing? I just don't remember if it's my birthday ? So are the numbers? Masayallah. Uh, thank God for what he meant.

"Happy birthday to Shabia Ayu!", Febri's birthday.

The sound of visitors clapping makes the atmosphere become boisterous.

"Blow the candle, the bullet melts!"

"Well, what a romantic girlfriend?"

"Definitely an LDR fighter, still wearing his gold uniform!"

There are many more words from visitors. An employee of mine took a note of the order I wrote earlier.

"Come, blow!", pinta Febri. Since I didn't want to make a scene any longer, I turned off the twenty-eight-year-old candle in a slightly extreme way. Not in the blow, but I turned it off with my finger like a pinch motion.

Febri was surprised by what I did.

"Pamali cenah seagrass inflatable candle!" I said. Febri smiled faintly. At least, his efforts are appreciated.

"Once again good luck!" said Febri again.

"Thank you mas. But not until you have to give a rich cake gini. I am not a child!", I said.

Febri put the cake on Engkos' table.

"Well, may this be?", asked Febri, opening a small box with a simple ring.

I rewinded my body that almost hit Engkos' friend who had asked to get acquainted with me.

I shook my head slowly. Really, I didn't expect Febri to act like this in public. Okay, the Iddah period has passed, but if I am in public like this I am of course ashamed.

My throat's choked. I thought, after we rarely communicate he'd forget me. But why on my birthday did she suddenly come with a ring? Everyone knows if the ring is the binding meaning. I'm not ready to head in that direction, either with Febri or anyone else. I am still traumatized by marriage.

But had I refused Febri, he would have been ashamed.

In the midst of my confusion, suddenly Lek Sarman came. Lek Sarman closed the ring box. Of course Febri suddenly frozen.

"This is not how you ask for Feb's children! Say the same guardians!", said lek Sarman. He also led me inside. The new Febri 'ngeuh' if lek Sarman brings me, suddenly snint behind us.

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GaJe not the hell???

Maap.maap really if from chapter to chapter not in accordance with the wishes & expectations of you reader's favorite mamak.

How is his abis? From the beginning of this hammering, mamak has designed the ending later like that hehehe

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