Love from GIA

Episode 223 (Sandwich Vs Oetmeal)

The sun has shifted to the western horizon. Time to close this shop. And I have to go home to see my husband.

"Sir, don't forget to lock it later,"

"I'm going home" I said.

I told them to lock this store, because today is Saturday. And it's time to spend the night outside. Usually like that.

Either they're together, or they're friends.

"Hehehe, Yes Buk" Hilya replied.

"Buk sure, wasted" replied Haru.

Isamu just shoved his smile on me, because he was the only one of the three of them who rarely went out and was picked up by his girlfriend.

In fact, maybe Isamu doesn't have a boyfriend or close friends.

"Sir Isamu didn't come out later?? Maru's brother and sister Hilya are enthusiastic," I asked.

"No Buk" he replied very briefly and sparingly.

"Kalo Mbak Isamu lonely, later as Mbak Hilya same Mbak Haru is out, Mbak Isamu can go to my house aja, home I was quiet Mbak, calm just do not be shy, hehehe," my speech.

"Hemm, yes Buk," he answered briefly.

Indeed Isamu, jaauuuuhhhh once with Hilya and Haru. Yesahh is natural, because Hilya and Haru are city girls, while Isamu is a village boy. So he doesn't know the ins and outs of this town.

The cruelty of this city, the hustle and bustle of this city.

And I look around, Isamu is not so wild or like to play with a guy (Dating or dating). Maybe it was because he was from the village, so he looked more calm and well-mannered. And not dare to neko-neko.

"Sir, do you know my house?? Definitely know dong, Mbak Haru same Mbak Hilya aja ever there, cook Mbak Isamu has been working with me for a long time did not know my home, hehehe," I chanted with a smile on him.

"Or Buk, I have an address for Ibuk's house" replied Isamu with a smile.

"Yes nih Buk, Isamu we never take anywhere, especially if we are again the same as our boy friend Buk, he was afraid of guys what the hell is Sa???" ceplos Haru's.

"Yes loh Sa, ayolaaas at times, you have lived in the city for a long time but rarely want to be invited out, do you not-don't you already have a idol in the village yaaa,"

"Gazo ngakuuu..." Hilya.

"Hehehem, yes lest Ma'am Isamu has asked yes in the village, so here take care of his feelings, hehehem," I said.

"Hehehe, no Buk, yes so," replied Isamu.

"Yes, I say go home, don't forget Isamu Ma'amu to my house yes," I said.

You just smiled at me, didn't give me the answer.

I also left the store.

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***(At Home)

"Assalamu'alaikum," my greetings with pleasure, let alone remembered the flowers given from Mas Naufal earlier.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Mbak" replied Bi Sarah.

"Bi, is Mas Naufal leaving??" my many.

"Of Ma'am, Mas Naufal did not say the same thing as Mbak Gia??" ask Bi Sarah.

"Eemmm, don't know Bi yet, don't see hp at all,"

"But, Gia check first," I replied as I groped my phone in the bag.

Then I opened, 5 WA messages from Mas Naufal.

"Darling, I'm leaving,"

"Sorry to say via Wa,"

"You be careful when you go home, not speeding,"

"Love youu,"

"Mas love Gia,"

That's 5 Mas Naufal messages on my phone.

I smile at Mas Naufal's messages.

"Hehehehm, Mom.....Mas," murmured.

"Why Mommy?? Is Naufal not saying the same thing?? Though Mas Naufal said the same Aunt if it was the same saying Ma'am," said Bi Sarah.

"It's Bi, hehehem," I replied.

"Ooooo, Ma'am Gia smiled, hehehem," said Bi Sarah.

"Kok like sumringah once Mbak-Mbak," continued Bi Sarah again.

"Yes dong Bi, hehehe was in Boutique, Mas Naufal sent flowers to Gia, so sweet ya Bi ya Mas Naufal," I told Bi Sarah.

"Waduuuhhh, it's good to be Ma'am Gia" said Bi Sarah.

"Lucky Bi had a husband like Mas Naufal, who never wanted to hurt Gia, like Papa ya Bi ya,"

"Huuummm, like Papa who never wanted to hurt Gia in the least, there is a Bi ya turns out to be a human like that in the world, yaaah but already gone," I said.

"But Papa said, God loves us something if we are ready, ready according to HIM, do not we think, is not so Bi??" I said tough-ass.

"Yes Ma'am, I've also said like that Bi, whether windfall, disaster, ordeal, blessing, all given for our readiness," said Bi Sarah with her eyes slowly glazed.

"Hhhmmmckk, Auntie so remember Father," said Bi Sarah.

"Aaaaaa.......Auntie don't crybaby dong" I said trying to strengthen Bi Sarah, when in fact I also remember my late Papa.

"Yes, Gia went up, ya Bi, want to take a bath, already smells, hehehe," I said so as not to continue talking about my Papa.

"Enggeh Ma'am, monggo," Bi Sarah replied, letting me go upstairs.

***(In Room)

I rushed to take a shower.

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After the adzan magrib, I just finished taking a shower.

Sunday night for me.

If in the past...for teenage girls as in general, surely they spend their time to play or out, go out, dating, go see concerts, go to the coffee shop play truth or dare, and go to the coffee shop, go to the park, go dinner.......

Hehehemmm, but if it's for me.

Sunday night my version, definitely out to eat with family, or not the same family movietime, if not sure get together family.

All about my family.

The first family. That's my Papa's motto.

So, I'm not surprised if it's a normal Sunday night. Nothing special, there is no story confused about choosing clothes to go with a boyfriend, confused later to say what if you meet a girlfriend, deg-degan if you meet again or at the same girlfriend's pick up. Hehehemm.

Me, I am.. .

It's my version, like that.....

It was designed with my parents like that, I went through all the times without feeling a bit of one of them....

Hehehem, funny huh??

But, don't get me wrong....

After I got married, I thought about it too.

Ngerasain dinner, dating, watching both, confused about which clothes???

Well, like my Sunday night right now.

Without Abay, without Mas Naufal.

As I sat pensively in the Balcony alone.

And reflect on all that, about my past lifestyle.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door.

Tok...

"Mr...."

"Mbak Giaaa," call Bi Sarah.

I stood up and walked over to open Bi Sarah's door.

Gleekkk....

"Yes Bi?? Why??" my many.

"There is a guest below, Miss Isamu," replied Bi Sarah.

"Oooo Ma'am Isamu,"

"Tumben Mbak Isamu here?? Hehehem finally Isamu's mother came here," I murmured inwardly.

"Yes already Bi, please Auntie say a moment later I go down, I want to get ready first, this is not a side, hehehe," I said.

"Well Ma'am" Bi Sarah replied.

"Thank you Bi" I said.

Bi Sarah stepped out from my room.

A few minutes later, I went down to see Isamu...

***(In Living Room)

"Haayy Mbak Isamuu.

Again, he just smiled at me.

Bi Sarah came to bring me a special drink in my house.

"Please Mbak, drink it" Bi Sarah said.

Isamu just nodded and smiled at Bi Sarah.

"This is a typical drink when visiting this house, hheehm, cobain,"

"His son, hot chocolate,"

"Sir Isamu is not allergic to chocolate, right??" my many.

"Let's Buk" I replied with great courtesy and subtlety.

"Yes, like this Mom in this house, quiet yaaa,"

"Eeemmmm," replied Isamu while looking around and looking at our family photos displayed there.

"Wouldn't she ever go home to Buk??" ask Isamu.

"Rarely Ma'am, if it is not fitting a holiday, which is my same Mas Naufal who was there," I replied.

"Oiya, by the way Hilya is the same as Haru go where Ma'am??" my many.

"I don't know Buk, because they had gone separate ways, Haru was just like a guy, Hilya was just as much a guy, too" replied Isamu.

"Eeemmm, Miss, you don't want to be like them??" my many.

"There's already a man I love in my heart Buk, so I keep my heart just for him alone" Haru replied.

I was shocked by Haru's reply.

It turns out that Haru who is quiet and not talk much already has a heart adoration.

"Ooo must've had a mean girlfriend??" ask again.

"It's not Buk's girlfriend, yes it is," Haru replied with a smile at me.

"Diminum Mbak" I said.

Isamu drank hot chocolate made by Bi Sarah earlier.

"So, Ibuk here lives with Mr. security guard, Aunt earlier, same Mr Naufal only??" ask Isamu.

"There were two more guards behind Ma'am, and there was her husband Bibi, too, so there were seven in this house" I replied.

"Eeemmm, she said she heard first I'm a Doctor huh??" ask Isamu to me.

"Hehem, yes," I replied calmly.

"Pantesan, the doctor can get a Doctor Yes Buk," said Isamu.

"Well not Isamu, it is predestined that my God and Mas Naufal are fooled, not always that the doctor can be a doctor, that the official can be an official, that the businessman can be a businessman, not always like that," my spoken.

"I'm a Buk cinder, because the man I love is very well established" Isamu yangs said, apparently opening up to me.

"Why minder?? The important thing is that he can accept you for who you are, and understand you" I said.

"Hehehem, I don't think it's going to happen to Buk" said Isamu.

"Loh why?? Don't be so bad, ma'am" I said.

"I'm the same as him like it's impossible to be both Buk," said Isamu again.

"Do'a aja Mbak, no soul mate knows," said I.

"It's not true, I will pray for him Buk" replied Isamu firmly.

"What were you here for??" my many.

"That's my motorcycle's buk up front," replied Isamu.

"Kalo Haru as Hilya goes, you're alone in the Boutique??" my many.

"It's definitely Buk, hehehm" he replied.

"Aren't you bored, Mom?" ask again.

He shook his head.

Isamu's teenage life is no different from mine.

What is the nature of this child is introverted like me....

I have a hard time guessing the true nature of this Isamu.

If the two are like this again, Isamu dare to ask or talk to me. But if again in the Boutique, he was just silent, occasionally just smiling and saying hello.

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We talked for a long time, and what we discussed was definitely about Boutique, what else??? Hehehem.

This issue of yours according to the story he just told me, he is a very devoted and obedient child to his parents. Right I said, he's not neko-neko.

It's 9 p.m., Isamu finished a cup of hot chocolate. And he also praised her.

I delivered Isamu in front of my yard, there parked Isamu's yellow matic scooter.

"Oh, I say yes, yes" said Isamu.

"Yes, be careful, it's night, you're alone,"

"No speeding," I said.

"Yes Buk" replied Isamu.

And Isamu went back to the Boutique.

"Hhhmmmm, so miss the atmosphere at the Hospital deh,"

"His hand is stiff, misses when in the operating room, in the ICU room, in the cafeteria, when sambang Mas Naufal with friends there anyway," I said in my heart as I walked into the house.

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The next day.....

I woke up to pray once, although I did not pray, but I was excited because I would make Mas Naufal's favorite food that was very long not he ate.

Iituu.......Sandwiches.

Mas Naufal long shied away from this food on my grounds. So for today, I'll make him that meal.

***(In the Kitchen)

Always Bi Sarah who is absent number one if you feel in the Kitchen.

"Hay Aunt" I said, holding both shoulders from behind.

"What kind of aunt is this??" my many.

"Washing rice Mbak, same as cutting vegetables," he replied.

"Eeemmm, today's menu what is Bi??" my many.

"Soto, stir fry vegetables whether there will be fried-fried Mbak fish," replied Bi Sarah.

"Mbak Gia want to masakin Mas Naufal what??" ask Bi Sarah who seems to know what I'm going to do.

"Kok Aunty know Gia want masakin Mas Naufal??" manyu replace.

"Auntie obviously knows Ma'am, hehehe right Mas Naufal working night, so this morning Mas Naufal came home greeted with his cooking Mbak Gia, is that so Ma'am??" ask Bi Sarah.

"Hehehem, Aunt......Aunty..tau ajaa," I said.

"Siiipp is Ma'am" said Bi Sarah as she gave a thumbs up.

"It could be Aunty, it's Bi, want to make a sandwich with oatmeal for Mas Naufal" I replied.

"Hhuummm, it must be special for Mas Naufal yes Mbak, hehehe," said Bi Sarah.

"You Auntie would like to, Gia makein all of you are not papa kok Bi," I said.

"Let's go, already, Auntie also usually likes to make her own sandwiches,"

"By the way, Mas Naufal lama yo (yes) Ma'am, have not eaten a sandwich," Bi Sarah's ceplos while washing vegetables to be cooked.

"That's all because of Gia Bi, Mas Naufal so tormented can not eat sandwiches," I murmured inwardly.

"Yes Bi, it's been a long time" I replied.

"Usually if you used to, Bibi often saw Mas Naufal make his own sandwiches, sometimes made by Mbak Gia, has long been very old, is Mas Naufal already not like the same sandwich huh Ma'am??" ask Bi Sarah.

"Still Bi, still like it," I replied.

"Yes already, monggo Ma'am Gia make the same sandwich ooo........ooooo what was it Ma'am??" ask the funny Bi Sarah with her medok tone.

"Oetmeal Bi, hehehem," I replied again while laughing at Bi Sarah.

"Well that's Ma'am, Aunty doesn't know what that cuisine is" Bi Sarah said.

"Later, Gia will make it for Aunt, just relax, too,"

"Yes, Gia cooked Bi first" I said.

I also make super special sandwiches and oetmeal for Mas Naufal, I make with love and caution.

When Mas Naufal bites the sandwich and eats the oeatmeal, I also want Mas Naufal to feel happiness and love at that moment.

I made everything perfect.

"Huummm, surely Mas Naufal will be surprised if there is a sandwich on the room table, hehehem, work ah," I said in my heart.

I can't wait for Mas Naufal to come home, even though my cooking is not done yet.

I can't imagine how Mas Naufal's expression will be when I work with this sandwich, hihihihi.

While cooking while cooking Mas Naufal.

Huuummm, so miss him.

I am like someone who just fell in love.

Smiles are not self-explanatory.

Seriate......