Husband Mr. Mobster

EPISODE 255

# POV Mentions #

Today is the busiest day for me. How not, it's been all night for him to serve Darel to do my duty as a wife and sleep after dawn prayers. Waking up at six o'clock less because I had to cook supplies to take Iwang to school and provisions for Darel as well. Iwang wakes up at six o'clock and fifteen minutes because the school enters at exactly seven o'clock.

Oh yes for just information, Darel and Iwang got custody of Iwang one week after Iwang's grandmother's death. He's still sad, but in front of me or Darel or the others he looks ordinary. I could feel his grief because I had been in that position. Sick indeed! but this world must keep going even though we are in a bad state.

"Thank you, mom! we're leaving first!" said Iwang kissed the back of my hand before leaving for school.

"We're leaving, yeah! be careful when going to the store. Oh yeah send greetings to mama and papa Daniar too, saying that I and Iwang will come later!" said Darel then kissed my forehead warmly.

"Dad, let's go!!" yelled Iwang while pulling his head out of the car glass.

"Yes-iyaa!" Darel.

They also leave. After making sure their car was gone from my sight, I went into the house snatching the sling bag I used to use and rushed out of the house again.

"Sister, go to the store first! go to Daniar's house!" I said to Luke.

"Okay!!" the answer.

He drove the car to my cake shop. There, several employees were busy working. Today there is a hefty order from one of the managers at a company near here. No half-hearted order up to two hundred boxes of cake. Of course I discounted the purchase so that he would come back later when there are events like this. That was one of the customer-attracting tricks I learned from the YouTub* app* in the past, it was by providing some discounts so that customers remain interested in my business in addition to the taste and appearance of my cake.

"Wahh, is everything ready like that? the show's eight in the morning, right? it's only seven." I told the employee who finished wrapping two hundred boxes of cake orders.

"Yes, mom. But his father said to be delivered when it is ready if it can be before eight" said Laila.

"There's been a lot of change in Laila since she was dating Harri, my husband's confidant.

Laila changed my nickname a lot. Starting from mom, miss, and now she calls me mbak. It's okay, as comfortable as he just called by what name.

"Then put it in the car, let me deliver it!" my spoken.

"Emm, I guess it won't be enough, if so many! some of us will help bring it by riding a motorcycle!" laila's advice.

"Emm, so can you!" my spoken.

They all began to put the box-box order into the trunk of the car and behind the wheel of the car. There are still ten plastics that contain a hundred more boxes that must be carried by five motors with two people. Each motor carries two plastics which means it carries twenty boxes.

At exactly half-eight we reached the company and the security guard helped us to lower the order box and put it on a table.

"Thank you for Dance! this is a payoff from DP yesterday!" said the manager who bought my cake.

Ting....

A notification from the M-banking application entered my phone showing proof of transfer from the manager of seven hundred thousand rupiah because yesterday when ordering he had paid DP of two hundred thousand rupiah and got hundred thousand rupiah discount.

"I really like the pastries from the mbak Dance store, especially what I ordered this. It's cheap, it tastes good, can be discounted again!" the compliments embarrassed me.

"Ah, I could have!" my spoken.

"Indeed, right mbak, where is there here that sells cakes like this at a price of five thousand rupiah? nothing!!! only dance can. Elsewhere the price can be up to seven thousand for one cake, and even then it does not taste as good as made by a bakery owned, mbak!" obviously it makes me even more embarrassed about being praised too much.

"This is also the hard work of my employees!" my spoken.

"Please excuse me, sir?" I say leave.

"Ah, yes-yes! thank you again, Mbak Dance!" he said before I got into the car.

"La, I've already calculated the sales report! will your daily report be sent as usual? I still have business!" I said to Laila.

"Good mom!" the answer.

"Oh yeah, everybody!!" call me to a busy employee before I open the store.

Indeed today I deliberately opened the shop a little afternoon so that my employees can rest too before working again. Surely they were tired of having prepared this order from last night with me as well. We were making cakes from seven in the evening to ten in the evening. Even the store closed early last night to work on this order and this morning at five they went back to making orders that were only half left.

"Because you've been working hard and our sales have grown so much lately, I'd like to take you on a vacation together!" mentari.

"Wahhh, really mbakk?! asikkk!!!!" yell them all excited.

"Where are you having fun, mbak?" ask one of them.

"We're vacationing in a marine aquarium. We're going on Sunday, huh?" ask me.

"Wahh, you can!! long time no recreation!!" say one of them.

From the expressions I saw, they were very enthusiastic and excited about going on vacation. I deliberately chose Sunday because Iwang was also off school, so we could have a picnic together.

"Okay the spirit of work! saturday we'll talk about this again, okay?!" my spoken.

"Okay!!" they say they throw their thumbs at me.

Out of the shop, I rushed to Daniar's house. Today there's a four-month event at Daniar's house. Just a salamatan event and invite some relatives Daniar, neighbors and relatives Zanu and his best friend of course.

"Assynnya!" I said when I just got home from Daniar.

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Dance, how come? same who?" asked Mama Daniar to hug me warmly.

"Send by Luke, ma! Darel and Iwang will follow later." I replied.

"Ah yes already! have you eaten?" ask mama.

"How was it before here had breakfast at home with husband and child!" my answer.

"The adopted boy is yes, Dance! duh Kasian has been married for a long time but still not pregnant too! look at Daniar, just two weeks married already instantly pregnant! it is you, have not been pregnant for years too, lest you barren ya!" said bi Surti, aunt Daniar.

He did not like me in the past. Maybe because I think I am a child raised by Daniar parents and do not know clearly my origins so that he looks so hate me that not infrequently the scathing words he gave me. She used to call me a child that was picked up from the trash before she moved with her husband to her mother-in-law's house in Sumatra. Since then I have not seen each other again. Only a few months ago he was reunited because he settled again in North Jakarta.

"Sur, what the hell are you doing? if you do it again mending you do not have to come tomorrow-tomorrow!" my mother's nagging defended me.

My eyes condensed a moved sign because he was more defending a stranger like me than he was clearly his own brother.

"Why the hell are you? always fighting this little fellow? I'm your own brother not defended!" said annoyed.

"He's not a pick-me-up boy! he's my son! MY CHILD!! if you insult her again, don't expect my house to accept you!" papa Daniar said, emphasizing the word my son emphasized my status as not a collector's child in this house.

"Tari, don't think about Aunt Surti!" entertain the Daniar who caresses my arm.

"Yes, I'm okay!" I tried to smile even though it was heavy.

"He is the barren one!! so I haven't been able to get pregnant until now! why women are independent, beautiful but can not give offspring for the husbandy family?! it can only be a burden!!" he said it out loud.

Surti's bi speech attracted the attention of those who went down to help the four-month Daniar event. They turned towards bi Surti and heard whispering sounds from them. Some of the people I heard they helped chimed in that I was barren because I didn't have children yet. Astaghfirullah hal'adhim!! I stroked my chest and continued to say Istighfar. That's all I can do. So is a woman who has been married for a long time but has not been given the mandate to look after a child? isn't that child His care? it is not my fault that the Creator has not given me that trust? not that I don't want to. I really want to! I hope in every prayer to be given a baby soon. But still everything comes back to him.