Mahligai Infidelity

- The Busyness that is in vain

Remember uncle Richard and aunt Jenny are coming today. Since morning Wulan had been busy in the side yard of the house.

He cleaned the garden, replaced the garden lights with new ones, bought a new table and garden chair then painted a short fence of garden dividers and grass around.

Everything he did with Buto.

After feeling quite tired he sat on a grass while sorting out several garden models from a site.

“Buto is good if in fox like this right?” wulan asked while showing a picture.

“But did not have time like it,” said Buto.

“Call the gardener, they can do. Making it like this does not take long deh,” said Wulan.

“But his gardener is looking where Nyah?” ask Buto.

“Yes, our gardener who at that time did not know where to move,” said Wulan.

“While like this was Nyah, tomorrow I will find more skilled workers,” said Buto.

“Wulan, let's go eat?” call bi Indun from the room.

“But more bi.”

Bi Indun also approached Buto and Wulan.

“Creating a garden is not a moment. Why not say from yesterday. Can aunt find a gardener,” said bi Indun.

“Dadak bi, aunt Jenny said she wanted to come here when she was at the airport.”

“Trus why not at home?” tanya Bi Indun's.

Wulan's head stared towards the inside of the house.

“Face grandfather Serem bi, mending barbeque outside, more relaxed not stiff. Especially if grandpa has started to ketus.”

“Ya is already barbeque outside. It's so pretty, the table's been changed. The lights are also already, already in the paint, what else is lacking?”

“Less perfect and less romantic,” says Wulan.

Bi Indun shook his head.

“What cooking aunt?” ask Wulan.

“Nice and vegetable cooking Asem. You request her Tempe in plain fried solicitation? Already fried aunty.”

“Aunty has set aside your own polosan. Others can eat the spiced.”

“Buto let's go in we eat,” take Wulan.

“Makin here taste more strange deh,” muttered bi indu while walking in following Wulan and Buto.

Setiba at the dinner table Grandpa was already there with little Zaka. While Irma, she was taking rice and side dishes from the kitchen.

“Come on the meal! This is the sour gravy of grandfather and Zaka, this is the sour gravy of Wulan, and this is our sour gravy rather spicy. This tempe knows Wulan, this is ours. This is Grandpa's steam chicken and Zaka's. Wulan chicken fried water fryer. And this is sambal onion,” said bi Indun.

Wulan stared at the table which at that time became very full with just a few simple menus.

“Sorry ngerepotin aunty,” says Wulan.

“Yes not ngerepotin anyway Lan, this is right to eat, bother what?”

“One type of Asem sauce but in the cooking is different, yes definitely bother. Fried tempe tofu also split,”

“Have we eaten, instead you still have to continue painting?”

“Buto let's eat.”

“Which I eat?” ask Buto.

“You can eat anywhere you can,”

Wulan ate her food voraciously, after finishing off a plate of rice. Wulan took back the rice with the same portion. Asem without garlic, tempeh without spices and chicken fried without oil.

“Hmmm,” Wulan sat leaning back after finishing two rice plates.

“They are done?” ask Buto.

Wulan nodded. “Still bi, lunch is amazingly tasty.”

Wulan's speech made Buto want to taste Asem and tempe vegetables that were eaten by Wulan.

“Rarely see mistresses as greedy as this, definitely delicious,” muttered Buto.

He poured the leftover sauce on the bowl onto his plate and tempeh that looked golden yellow without any seasoning.

After one mouthful entered Buto's mouth, his once enthusiastic face turned flat.

Seeing the reaction of Buto. Bi Indun and Irma chuckled.

“Auntie, does it really feel like this?” Buto was forced to swallow the food that had entered his mouth.

“Wulan ask that there is no onion, the aroma must be bland to,” said bi Indun.

At that time, Buto immediately added spicy sauce owned by bi Indun and sambal and other fried chicken to his plate.

“Two months abroad the appetite of the mistress changed drastically,” said Buto.

“Hooh, I'm tired of potato bread potato bread. Anyway the most delicious food in my brain is the menu of aunty sour sauce,” added Wulan.

“Neither is better than food at home.” added grandfather.

“Iya bener cake,”

Their painting work continued until 3 p.m.

“Wulan,” shouted bi Indun from inside the house.

“Iya bi”

“Your call reads,”

“Thank you bi, it might be Arkan,” said Wulan.

Bi Indun picked up the phone while walking towards Wulan.

“A woman,” says bi Indun.

Wulan took the phone from bi Indun's hand.

“Lan,”

“Hai Ren.”

Renata was silent for a moment.

“I'm upset, you're not dead anyway?”

“No, I'm still given a chance to live haha.”

“If you don't call Arkan, I certainly don't know you're in Jakarta.”

“Three months is in Jakarta, previously I lived the forest Ren did not have a mobile phone. How do you call in Malaysia? Btw said mass Arkan your business there smoothly.”

“Yes, bokap asked me to hold his business here. In Jakarta bored no you and Sarah.” said Renata.

“Loh Sarah?”

“Gi 8 months pregnant, can not be brought by road.”

“Alhamdulillah deh.”

“She's in Kalimantan. Last time I saw you was,”

Amidst the excitement of the conversation Wulan and Renata, suddenly the sky began to cloud. Small grains of rain water slowly water the soil.

Half an hour later, the sky was getting cloudy. The volume of rainwater is getting bigger.

After hanging up the phone, Wulan sat gawking on the terrace staring at the park that had just been painted with Buto in the rain. Paint that has not been how dry it was instantly faded.

Wulan's face was instantly gloomy.

“It's tired of getting tired in the paint even rain,” murmured.

“Tomorrow will Buto paint again Nyah,” said Buto who is still faithfully sitting next to him.

“But, our barbeque event tonight is off dong.”

Wulan stared at the digital clock on her phone, time has shown at 4 pm.

“It looks like the rain is getting heavier Lan, come in.” said grandfather from the inside.

“Tomorrow can still be continued.” Grandpa continued.

Wulan nodded.

“Hatchi.”

“Sana shower, your head got rained, tar got wind,” said grandfather as soon as he saw Wulan start sneezing.

“Ya already, Wulan enter shower first.”

Wulan walked into the room while calling Arkan.

“Mas,”

“Iya darling.”

“What time is it here?”

“Now, I'm on the road to pick up dad first. Stop grab mom at home and go directly to your place,”

“Our barbeque event is off, rain.”

“No matter what dear there is no barbeque, the important intention of mom and dad has met with grandpa.”

“So mas here eat his what dong?”

“Eating anything can be. The important thing is not to take care of you.”

“Hatchi,”

“You got a cold huh?”

“Hmm, looks like it's starting flu symptoms. Tar taking medicine also cured.”

“Yes already, heart mas on the road. I'm going to take a shower first.”

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TBC…