MAMA's Soul Secret

Baristas

It's been a week since Shaina was in the stranger's body, and she still has trouble adjusting to Helena's life of being a mother and a pregnant woman not to mention living at home with Joon, the insensitive man, who often spoke bitterly and painfully.

"You get used to living with me as I am because I don't have the money to fulfill your wishes" Joon said, eating his breakfast.

Shaina is silent with the children because she has no desire as Helena, everything is available from clothes and other items other than wanting to return to her original body.

"What do I want? in addition to returning to my original body" Shaina murmured.

The children and Joon look at Shaina who puts on a sullen face while continuing to eat, whether it's how many times Shaina says the same word, wants to go back to my body or I'm not Helena but Shaina, either, a word he has often said.

"Let's!" peekit Shaina's.

"What's wrong? sick again?" ask Joon.

"No, but it seems like something is moving in my stomach" Shaina rang by holding her stomach.

Joon goes along and releases his tablespoon, "that must be the baby!" said Joon.

Shaina gaped, "I think it's right" Shaina snorted "still little can move?" shaina.

"I don't know" Joon said.

Joon sees the children taking notice of their conversation, and Shaina also notices it.

"What do you see? it's an adult talk, quickly finish your meal! Then go to school" Joon told the kids.

Shaina holds her stomach, making Joon smile, the first smile Shaina saw from the man. Shaina's smile disappears when she suddenly has to run to the sink to spit out her entrails.

"Why with you? Is there a problem with my cooking?" joon asked, his worried face clearly visible from the look on his face.

"i don't know, but since this morning I've been nauseous" Shaina said after cleaning her mouth with the water Joon gave her, Shaina was aghast and looked at the man next to her "is it because I'm pregnant so I'm vomiting like this?" added Shaina.

"Yes, pregnant women are vomiting" Joon said.

Shaina returns to the dining table and is followed by joon sitting opposite her at the square table as well as the children on their right left. After breakfast joon takes the kids to school.

Shaina rested her body on the sofa after cleaning up in the kitchen, only a 40-inc TV that accompanies her daily life when everyone is busy with their respective activities.

Sitting sweetly while stroking his stomach that has begun to form it, an activity that has become his habit. I don't know how many times he changed the TV broadcast that he thought was very boring, but when he was about to press the next button his hand stopped at a meal-eating event that was being broadcast.

At the event, the host and the guest star were enjoying eating fresh fruits that tantalize shaina, arising a sense of wanting to enjoy it as well, but at home, joon did not have the stock of fruits he wanted. Some times the shaina had to grimace over her desire that was becoming more and more so, pacing in the living room to walk around the house to distract her but not also eliminate her sense of desire.

Shaina has no choice but to open Helena's phone, the phone that he did not dare touch since it was handed to him yesterday because it was not his but he really wanted to be able to enjoy the fruits he saw on the TV show.

Shaina again occupied the living room sofa and ventured to push the power button until on her screen appeared a photo of Helena with her children and her husband with their best smile. His fingers are quite good at surfing on the flat screen but he has trouble finding the contact number joon, because quite a number of foreign numbers he does not know are stored in Helena's phone, he said, his desire to be able to enjoy the fruit was forced to scroll the contact numbers one by one, because by writing the name joon as the keyword, but did not also appear, as well, finally, Shaina was curious about the name of the contact that read sister-in-law, she ventured to press the number.

TUT! TUT! TUT!

Shaina continues to wait for her phone to be picked up, disappointed there was no answer, shaina decides her call and puts the phone back on the table.

Dreettt...! Dreeett...!

Shaina's mobile phone rang with the name of the person she had contacted earlier, with concern that she was trying to take the call.

"Yes, hello...! " Sapa shaina who started the conversation.

A familiar voice to Shaina because she had heard the man's voice for a week, let alone the tone of joon's speech that was fairly ketus to him, even though he had previously promised to take care of Helena.

"Sir, emmm.." muttered shaina.

"Speak clearly! I don't understand what you're saying" Timpal Joon.

Shaina clucked, "Sir, if you go home later can buy me a young mango yes. if you want, if you don't want nothing"

"You call me just for that?" Ask joon.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, just forget it" Shaina sizzled, "but sir, if you want to buy it please two! If you don't want nothing" he said again.

A man passes in front of Joon who is a customer at the cafe where he works.

"Yes if I don't forget, but don't expect me to buy it" said Joan.

TUT...!!!

Angrily Joon hangs up his phone and puts it back in his pants pocket covered with a dark brown apron as a protector of his clothes from coffee grounds or other stains as he works as Batista at the cafe.

Although his appearance and profession as Batista but the charm of his handsome does not fade, where the gaze of his female customers always focused on him, not infrequently they visit the place just to see Joon while brewing their coffee.

As is the case now, at one table there are three quarters of young people enjoying coffee but it is undeniable that they chat while looking at Joon with a smile. Joon was used to such treatment and he never took issue with it.

After enjoying coffee, the three beautiful and sexy girls leave their desks and head to Joon's place of work which happens to be in front rather close to the entrance of the cafe. The curly-haired woman shoved a piece of paper at Joon while telling my phone in a sexy, noiseless style. Joon replies with a smile and blinks his eyes that make the three women.

On the paper, the woman's contact number, a thin smile is created on Joon's lips and he throws it into the paper trash. I don't know how many sheets of paper like that he got for a day he worked and it all ended up in the trash.

A few hours have passed, another Joon friend has turned the board on the cafe door that says OPEN and replaced it with CLOSE. Joon has released the brown apron that covered his body since this morning and placed it on a special hanger.

"Tonight we're hanging out yuk!" Take Harris, Joon's coworker.

"I can't, next time" replied Joon who left the coffee espresso machine table, where he worked all day.

"Why? is it because your niece and sister-in-law are home?" Added Harris.

Joon nodded, "I am first" exclaimed Joon who headed for the exit.

Out of the cafe Joon walked to the parking lot to pick up a favorite car that has somehow been in and out of the workshop.

A few minutes later, he reached home and walked straight into the house. Alice and Alfan seem to play guessing games with Shaina, seeing Joon come home they immediately stop the game.

Shaina's eyes hunt down Joon's empty hands without bringing anything from the outside, instantly his smile fades from being disappointed what he had been waiting for this morning. Without saying a word Joon passed into his room, Alfan and Alice looked at each other without their usual sweet smile. Ever since their father died, the children seemed to be unable to smile even with Helena as she was also in shock over her husband's sudden departure.

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