
"Where are the nights like this?!! asked Mr. Bernando with a probing look. The middle-aged man had just walked out of his study.
"I want to go out and buy satay for Dora pa."
"Your reasons don't make sense!! he said in a tone of disbelief.
"True Pa, I'm not lying. Just now Dora woke me up, who was sleeping. He said our son in the stomach would eat satay.
Hearing that, Mr. Bernando then remembered when his wife was pregnant with Antonius. At midnight he was also told to buy satay
"Ehm... Yes it's gone, but beware that you're out there daring to mess around." threatened Mr. Bernando. Then the newly paid man continued his steps back towards his room.
Richard walked down the stairs. After leaving the house, Richard locked the door from the outside. Then he walked to his car and got into the car, and ran his car out of Mr. Bernando's yard.
After an hour driving around, Richard never found a satay seller that was still open.
"Where else should I look for him?" ask Richard in your heart. The man looked desperate in his search.
In the midst of his despair, Richard then remembered Cornel. In the restaurant there is usually a satay menu.
Richard took his cell phone. He immediately looked for a contact corner.
Currently, the widower of one child is sleeping fast with his son. His sleep was suddenly disturbed due to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
"Hello, what is this?" the man picked up the phone without seeing who the caller really was.
Richard looked at the screen of his phone. He was afraid his call was misaligned.
"Cornel, it's Richard.
"Richard, what's wrong? cornel asked a little forcefully opening his eyes.
"Your chef can make me sad, right? my wife's cravings satay this time."
"If you ask for help it is about dong. What time is it?" cornel said after looking at the wall clock in his room.
"But my wife wants satay tonight. Come on Cornel for our friendship." - Richard
"No!" push cornel fast.
"You better go to the Greyhound cafe there is a sale open 24 hours cornel advice.
Hearing that, Richard smiled even though the trip there he had to take him twenty minutes. But for the sake of his wife and child, he was willing to take that journey.
After hanging up the phone, Richard immediately walked his car towards the Greyhound Cafe. Because it's midnight now. So the streets were so deserted that Richard could drive his car more quickly through the streets of the night.
With only fifteen minutes, Richard had arrived at the Greyhound Cafe. Not long after, Richard finally found the satay seller. Luckily there were no buyers, so within minutes Richard's order was completed.
After paying satay, Richard rushed into his car. He wants to go home quickly. He was afraid that his wife would fall asleep because of the long wait.
A little while later, Richard had already arrived at his father-in-law's house. The man slowly climbed the stairs. When he reached the top floor, Richard immediately stepped into his wife's room. He saw his wife was asleep, hugging Maureen. Richard placed the satay in the dish, on the nightstand. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, next to his wife's body, rubbed his wife's stomach.
"Sorry Papa yes, son. Too long to buy the saty."
Dora who felt disturbed, then woke up from her sleep. "New home, huh?" asked Dora who slightly opened her eyes.
"Yes, honey. It's still warm."
Actually Dora doesn't want that satay anymore. But seeing her husband's struggle for hours buying it, Dora immediately sat down to eat the satay.
The next day, this morning Richard's cell phone got a phone call. It just so happened that Richard was currently still relaxing inside his room.
The man's forehead creased when he saw the name of the caller.
"Afrian, tumben called in the morning?" inner Richard.
Then Richard pressed the green button on his phone screen. After the cell phone connection was connected, he immediately greeted Afrian.
"Hello!
"Hello Richard, help me dong."
"Please what?"
Afrian then told Richard about the incident last night.
"You're asking me to help? huh!! you're dating Mia and you're not saying it to me." Richard teased.
We've only been dating for a few days. Where could I talk to you. Come on Richard please!! please help me talk to your Papa. Let him not misunderstand me. You don't feel sorry for me, we're the same age but have never known a world paradise?"
"Yes, shit! ja.
Hearing that Afrian immediately smiled, Richard was the only hope. After hanging up the phone, Dora entered the room. "Mas, let's get downstairs and have breakfast before we go home."
"Yes dear." said Richard while putting his phone back on the nightstand.
Richard walked hand in hand with his wife as he walked down the stairs to the dining room.
When we arrived at the dining room. There are Mrs Nadia, Mr. Bernando, Antony, and Mauren. Dora pulled her husband's hand, to walk closer to the dining table.
Richard pulled a chair for his wife to sit on. After his wife sat Richard took a seat beside his wife.
A few minutes later, Anthony finished eating his meal. The man moved and stood up from his seat.
"Where are you going, Antonius?tumben this morning your appearance is neat?" ask Madam Nadia.
"I've got another show with Ma's friend." Antonius lied
"What way?" ask Mr. Bernando.
"Biasalah Pa, his name is also a young man." timpal Dora who immediately got a sharp look from Antonius.
"Yes Pa, I'm leaving first." said Antonius while kissing the back of his parents' hands.
After that Antony stepped out of the dining table. Not forgetting He patted his sister-in-law's shoulder gently, the man continued to walk out of the house.
Without waiting for long, he got into his car. Seen in the back of his car contains items in the form of toys and food for the children's home.
After returning home from Mauren's birthday, a week later Antonius came back to the orphanage. The man came to the beach while bringing funds for the needs of the orphanage.
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