I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

the unexpected

In a food truck, which used to hang out in one of the alleys located not far from the office where Kuni worked.

The girl sat on one of the chairs, laying her head on the table limply.

"I can't stand it anymore–" his eyes looked cute, with hair that was messier than usual. "I'd better be at home listening to my mom's beautiful singing every day. Than having to deal with that madman. He's really driving me crazy."

This whole day, Kuni was really bullied. From being told to spray the room fragrances, open anything like Snack and others. As well as the most infuriated him was, when Devan called him only to ask him to get rid of the sesame attached to the onde-onde cake. A trivial but enough job made Kuni's brain boil right then and there.

Why buy an onde-onde if he doesn't like his sesame. Mending if only one grain. While he had to separate the sesame from the ten onde-onde cakes on his plate.

All he ate was one grain. It was just one bite. It felt like he wanted to stuff all the cake into his mouth, when he saw Devan pushing the plate while talking casually.

"For you, because you've been so long I don't feel good anymore."

Kuni recalled her face.

That fucker really, huh? Now he's getting tough on me. Plus he now has more power than the result of the visa, making me more and more unable to wart.

"Aaaaarrrh... I want out of this fucking job." Dunia scratched the rough of her head, feeling frustrated.

"Beautiful, this is your cake." Said a thick-bodied middle-aged mother. Place a small plate with a piece of cake. The girl raised her head.

"Kue? I didn't order, Mom."

"It's free for you in trouble."

"free? That right?" Pulling closer the cake before the owner of the food truck changed his mind.

"Yes... This cake is dedicated to my customers who are upset, like the girl behind you." point to the middle-aged mother who we call Asmia's mother. Kuni looked back, she found that Sarah was eating with the free tart.

Uh... Since when is Miss Sarah there, wait? Out of nowhere, he seemed to be enjoying the cake. Even to smile. Kuni who was caught looking at Sarah also nodded politely at her.

"You here?" Ask Sarah.

"I–iya Ma'am. Sarah's been here a long time?"

"Emmm..." Sarah looked at her watch. "It's been almost an hour" he said.

Ms. Asmia smiled, warm. "Let's see Sarah. If you know this lady why not join her?"

"Ah... No need Mom. He's my boss." Kuni felt bad.

Hearing that Sarah also moved to carry all her possessions on the table, towards the desk of Kunia. Like laptops and everything else.

"In my office it's your boss. But outside, I'm just an ordinary person." Sarah smiled, and she sat down next to Kunia. "Mom As? I want more cake."

"Hehe... Can, let me get you a minute." Asmia's mother walked away to her truck.

"You used to come here?"

"Not really, just today. I was going to the cafe over there. But close, finally I keep walking up the alley here, uh... Meet with the food truck Bu Asmia," replied Kuni as it is. Sarah is smiling too.

"This is my favorite place. If I was lonely. And what makes me feel at home, the friendliness of Ms. As... She's like my own mother."

Kuni smiled. He sipped his juice. Sarah looked at the chest of Kunia.

"That weird necklace you're not wearing?"

Kuni sighed, again she felt annoyed. "I only wear it during work hours, at rest or home I don't wear it."

"Yes, it's because of his grudge against me." Kuni stirred her avocado juice with a straw and then sipped again.

"Rudge? What revenge?"

"It's a long story, Mom. The point is, he used to be my underclassman that I once bullied." The world breathed a moment and then exhaled again.

While Sarah was just a beard, she was curious but better to keep quiet. In any case, they were not close before. So there was still a boundary between him and his subordinates.

Until Ms. Asmia came, brought one or two new tart plates.

***

The day goes on, until weeks have passed. Doing unnatural duties of the man.

This Sunday morning, the girl was on her way to go somewhere. After yesterday afternoon received his first salary, the nominal corresponding to the one in the contract letter. Enough and even more when he wants to buy a special item.

Yep... Coinciding with his birthday with the six-year-old Anwar, two more days. He must have bought something for her as a gift of love from the short-haired woman.

This afternoon, he visited one of the shopping centers. Approaching stores that sell various types of famous gadgets.

In spirit, Kuni wondered which Tab was good at a price that was still below twenty million.

The shopkeeper also helped choose one of the S brands that are famous for their complete features.

Kunia was still listening carefully with an interested look at the Tab.

"All right, I'll take this one. Pack it up, please."

"Good, Miss. Cash payment, or credit card?"

"Cash Mommy."

"alright... I'll write the note first."

"Yes..." Kuni was getting excited. He waited a moment and made the payment. After all, he brought the tab.

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Outside the rain falls with low intensity.

The girl who was wearing her umbrella walked slowly. Towards the underground MRT station.

Yep... He does have a motorcycle, but Kunia instead prefers to use public transportation rather than private transportation. I don't know, just walk while staring at the road without having to jam.

His feet continued to step, crossing the pavement, passing through several shops lined up on the left and right sides. Her lips were happy. Can't wait to hand the Tab over to the idol.

I can't wait to see the response. Anwar will be very happy.

The girl hugged the tabbed paper bag for Anwar, imagining the happy response Anwar showed when he received it. Until for a moment the scale stopped in one of the stores, he turned slowly towards a boutique.

No way– I must have seen wrong.

Dunia tried to deny something she saw with her own eyes.

Yes, a man and woman he knew, was in a boutique dedicated to bridal fashion. Focused even more as the man's hand gently stroked the woman's long fine hair before him.

Seriate....