Miss Mudaku Half my Breath

The Fate of the Weak

"Are we going home, sir?" ask David.

"Where else is she going?" answer Rangga quickly.

David commented on the smile, his boss today was so excited many times he saw the clock on his wrist and his smile immediately rose when the working hours were over, of course there is an encouragement in the mansion which is none other than Shanum's young mistress, David said.

With excited steps Rangga entered the door of the mansion.

If Shanum is not in the living room, he usually enjoys an afternoon in the park with his favorite tea.

Rangga rushed to take a bath and followed Shanum to the park.

"Good afternoon beautiful, muuacch" Rangga's warm kiss surprised the wife.

"Tumben came home in the afternoon?" tanya Shanum is full of probes.

"I want to enjoy an afternoon in the park with my beloved wife."

Shanum smashed his lips.

"Darling, aren't you tired of being in the mansion?"

Shanum looked at her husband not understanding.

"We should take a walk to enjoy the afternoon atmosphere around the mansion, how? all relax your leg muscles."

Shanum smiled and nodded excitedly.

Both walked around the neighborhood of the mansion.

Rangga clings to Shanum's hand tightly, enjoying a sunny afternoon with his wife for the first time.

A smile always rattled from Shanum's tiny lips.

"You happy, baby?" ask Rangga.

"Heum, it feels peaceful to enjoy the afternoon while walking."

Rangga smiled wryly, because he was busy spending valuable time with his pregnant wife and needed extra attention from her.

"From tomorrow, we will enjoy an afternoon together like this" said Rangga.

"Really?"

"Yes, from tomorrow I will not be overtime again, I will go home every five o'clock in the afternoon ah. Preferably at four o'clock I have to go home, I have to go home, so that we can enjoy the afternoon together even longer."

Shanum smiled happily.

In the middle of the fun to enjoy the atmosphere both of them were shocked by the sound of a loud buzzing coming from an ancient ontel bike.

Rangga's eyes sparkled and immediately waved his hand so that the cyclist stopped the speed of his bike.

"Darling what you're doing" Shanum asked frantically.

"Heum, wait here, we will enjoy the past food that is very delicious" said Rangga definitely.

"Fuck food" Shanum still couldn't believe what her husband said.

The ontel bike carrying a cart which is the origin of the loud source stopped.

"Bang asked for ten bang seeds" pinta Rangga.

"What seeds, baby?" whispered Shanum slowly.

Rangga laughed loudly at the innocence of the wife, the son of the sultan who knows food models like this, his mind.

Before long, finally the order was wrapped neatly.

"How much is it?" ask Rangga.

"So fifteen thousand sir" replied the seller.

Rangga thrust his fifties money from the wallet in his pants pocket.

"This is bang, no need to change" Rangga handed over the money.

"T but this is too much sir" said the seller intended to keep taking the change in his sling bag.

"It's okay we're sincere"

The seller looked at Rangga with haru, his eyes looking teary.

"T thank you sir, thank you for your kind heart" said the seller who is still in his twenties with fragrant.

"Why is it crying?" tanya Shanum approached the seller who was now sobbing by kissing the fifty thousand denomination given by Rangga.

"Ah sorry ma'am, I just feel really grateful, somehow today my trading is quiet, thankfully there is a father so I can get money to buy my wife's medicine" the seller's light with his eyes still glazed.

"What is your sick wife, sir?" shanum's instincts are disturbed.

"Have these two days he complained his head was dizzy, and was kunang-kunang, had been bought in the drug stall but there had been no change, no change, I was afraid that continuing to take stall medicine would be dangerous for the baby in her birth, so I intend to take her to the midwife" he explained again.

Shanum and Rangga were choked, the harshness of life in the capital made the weak unable to do much, the cost of daily living is not cheap especially with health facilities that are still relatively expensive for those who have moderate income.

Even a pregnant mother still has to endure pain because there is no money for treatment.

Shanum looked at Rangga clingy, as if knowing the contents of his wife's heart, Rangga also returned to reach into the wallet in his pants pocket.

"Bang, this is please received, from my wife to treat my brother's wife" said Rangga while handing five hundred bills to the seller.

"Ah no sir, don't don't don't don't mind, this is too big for me, thanks for the kindness of the father but sorry I can't accept it" the seller subtly refused.

Rangga and Shanum looked at each other.

"Abang, then we just buy all the sales brother, how?" shanum Gulan suddenly.

"Ah do not need mom, mom and dad must just stay alone and my merchandise is still a lot of bu, later will not be to eat, dear mom, sir" logical reason the seller makes Rangga smile.

"Bang, we live in the mansion at the end of the road there, and there are some people who inhabit the mansion, there are four aunts who serve in the kitchen, security guards are two, there are two, driver there's one, gardener one, lots of right? So brother's food won't be wasted, and I'm sure the aunts in the mansion will also love this food maybe even they miss this food that we've rarely met, and by the way how did you get into this private area bang?"

"Ah happened to be one resident of the house over there who subscribed with my snacks but today apparently they are going sir" he said languidly.

"Well by chance bang we bought all brother's merchandise, surely we ate bang, many residents of the mansion kok, so brother did not have to worry, brother snacks will not be redundant" Shanum said in a definite tone.

The salesman smiled and started to trust Rangga and Shanum

"Alright sir, if indeed my snacks will not be redundant, I will make it all for the father and family at home" he said with enthusiasm.

At a road divider Rangga and Shanum sit enjoying a traditional cake snack with a sweet and soft taste.

Shanum's beautiful eyes sparkled as the traditional green and aromatic sweet-scented palm-sugar cake entered his mouth.

"Hows it? Yummy?" ask Rangga."

Shanum nodded quickly, just this time he enjoyed a cake that was so fragrant and soft mixed a little savory from the taste of young coconut parud which is applied on the surface of the cake called the putu cake.

both corners of Rangga's lips rose and formed a semicircle.

"This is my favorite cake when I was a child, baby, every afternoon Ardi and I always wait in front of the house to wait for my brother who sells putu cakes like this."