My Choice of Woman

Episode 89

A loud phone ringing sound rang out, there was an incoming phone call asking to be answered. Farah heard the sound of her cell phone, she headed for the nightstand picking up her phone which was now screaming loudly. Farah tapped on her phone screen, she saw the name “Kinan” appear on her screen. He also answered a call from Kinanti.

“Assalamu’alaikum," Kinan gave his greetings to Farah.

“Wa’alaikumussalam. What's up Kinan?”

“Today you can come to my booth? You haven't visited me in a long time, Farah.”

Farah thought, today she has an event at 15:00. There are five hours left to go to the show.

“God willing I'll be there, Kinan.”

“I'm waiting for your arrival! Wassalamu’alaikum.” There was clearly an enthusiastic voice from Kinanti.

“Wa’alaikumussalam.”

Farah gets ready, she can stop by her husband's tavern. Today is Farah's inaugural day to teach skills at the town hall. Paper craft that he made already sold in the market made Farah's name skyrocketed like a skilled young woman. Many communities want to make Farah as a filler material about entrepreneurship and skills.

Inspiration is fully supportive. Inspiration is also proud that his wife can be this skilled. According to him, Farah is still very young, he still wants to pursue his career. Inspiration knows about it. Maybe a slow approach he can take. Farah still did not understand how to provide inwardly. Inspiration can be patient enough about this.

Farah had prepared to wear her best clothes. He said goodbye to Ms. Tin before stepping out of the house. Farah walked for 200 meters to the stop near the gate of her housing. His first destination was the Ilham-owned store.

Farah stared fixedly at the sturdy stop building. With a slightly forced step, he took shelter alone at the stop while waiting for the 2A corridor bus. His pair of wild eyes stared at every inch of memories created at the stop. Right, Farah with all the memories of Ray at that stop.

How could I forget you, Ray? After that incident, your figure never appeared. You're like drowning in a bottomless trough.

Farah took her breath. He calmed his slightly raging heart. Farah's alertness is increasing. He looked at the environment around him. Farah turned her head in all directions ensuring that it was still a safe condition at this time.

Before long the 2A corridor bus stopped right in front of the stop which was near the gate. As soon as possible Farah got on that bus. Before his feet stood, he looked back. I don't know what makes it such. Farah did not find what she was looking for. Then Farah continued her journey.

Farah was just watching around, yet she did not really supervise someone who was behind a large tree close to the stop. A man wearing a jacket with a hoodie covering his head. The man also wears a mask. The man looked on with certainty as Farah boarded the bus that had just left. He noticed there was little Farah was looking for before his feet rested on the floor of the bus.

Don't you miss me?

Farah enjoyed this trip, soon she would get off at the front stop of her husband's tavern. Farah was ready, the bus stopped at the jalte to Farah. Carefully Farah stepped out of the bus.

The stop to Farah's destination was also quiet. No one sat at the stop. Then she walked across the street to get to her husband's shop. Arriving at the store, Farah was greeted by greetings and smiles of several employees and employees who passed by her. Farah smiled back.

Farah went up to the fifth floor. She wanted to meet her husband before heading to the selling booth Kinanti in front of the college area. Before leaving Farah had prepared a french toast for Ilham. Now Farah can be free to want to meet Ilham without having to ask permission from anyone.

With a bright face Farah opened the door of the room of Inspiration. “Assalamu’alaikum!”

Ilham was slightly surprised by Farah's very sudden presence. Ilham smiled to see Farah who wore a soft blue colored robe in line with her solemnity. It's his wife's favorite color. Farah kissed the back of her husband's hand gently.

“Wa’alaikumussalam, tumben here do not say-tell Mas?”

Farah yanga laughed still revealing a neat row of white teeth. “Ingin for surprises only. Oh yes I brought a french toast for Mas Ilham.” Farah offered a box of food to Ilham.

“Thank you, Darling.” Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head.

“Oh yes, I want to go to the Kinanti sales booth which is in front of that college. Can, Mas?” Farah asked her husband for permission.

Inspiration has not yet given an answer. He gets a little bit of a wild mind that tends to be cunning. He smiled meaningfully.

“Bby, but there is one request.” Inspiration sizzled in every word he spoke.

Farah's eyes widened, thinking about the conditional permission. “What Mas?”

Inspiration brought his face closer, he pointed at his own right cheek with his index finger. Farah did not know the meaning of the Ilham movement. She thought for a moment, now Farah knew what her husband meant. Farah pinched Ilham's right cheek.

“Awww! Pain, Honey!” Inspiration exclaims.

“Loh said ask for a pinch?” Farah was surprised that her own husband asked for it.

“Not pinch!” Inspiration now rubbed his right cheek a little sick because of the actions of his wife.

“It was not a gesture to ask for a pinch, but rather to ask for a kiss.” Inspiration just landed his lips on Farah's cheek. Red clover color the owner's cheeks.

Ilham took off his kiss. He saw Farah's red cheeks. Inspiration smiles to see it.

“Do like that to me,” said Ilham.

“Hah?!” Farah was stunned, she was still trying to digest the sentence that her husband had just said.

“I've kissed your cheek, now change you kiss my cheek.” Ilham pointed again at his right cheek.

Farah looked at her husband. Ilham had already placed the position of his cheek close to Farah. Just waiting for when the moment was created.

It is an order or an obligation! Arghhh! Why be like this!

“Kok dumbly? Come on, don't let me do more than just kiss the cheek!” Inspiration spoke in a slightly threatening tone. He knew it wasn't easy for Farah who had never done this at all.

Farah approached Ilham's body, she grabbed both of Ilham's cheeks with her arms. Farah slowly kissed Ilham's right cheek. He landed his lips. Too soon, Farah released that range.

Now that Farah looked down, she was a little embarrassed after doing this. A reddish hue without being obvious was like a blush on decorating her cheeks.

“Already? I can go, Mas?”

Ilham just nodded hinting at answer ‘by’. Farah then paused to head to the sales booth of Kinanti's workplace. Inspiration only saw her Jelita back gone, lost behind the door.

“Actually the kiss is not so deep. Looks like I have to teach him, he is too innocent to do this kind of thing,” Ilham muttered to himself. He grabbed the lunchbox and took the french toast, then Ilham started eating it.

Farah was already near the college area. He saw Kinanti still serving customer orders. Farah decided to sit at one of the tables in front of the yellow both countainer that read “Karya Jus”.

After finishing customer orders, Kinanti immediately approached Farah with two cups of iced tea and a plate of fries. Kinanti sat opposite Farah, only the table became the limit.

“Your customers are so crowded Kinan, is there anything I can help?” Farah volunteered to help Kinanti.

Kinanti. “No need Farah, your arrival here is more than enough.”

They laugh. They chat even though sometimes in the middle of the chat there are one or two customers come to buy juice and snacks. Farah sees a very parted Kinanti with her new job. At least he does not have to be a parking lot in the Wholesale Market area.

“Will I show you something. I have two loyal customers, maybe soon they will come here,” said Kinanti.

Farah just nodded. He thought that the service of Kinanti was really good not impressed judes even though it still looks tomboyish. Not long after, two female students came to the both countainer of the Kinanti sales booth. They ordered two jumbo-cup-sized iced teas and potato chips.

At first glance Farah heard a very familiar voice from the two students. He looked towards the source of the voice. Sure enough, Farah instantly recognized their voice.

“Balqis, Jihan!” Calling Farah, he slightly exclaimed to call the two female students.

Balqis and Jihan reflexively turned their heads when their names were called. How surprised they are to see that the sahabtanya are also here. They hugged each other. They hadn't met for a long time, even though they were one.

Balqis and Jihan hostels are not far from here. The three friends were a little noisy like celebrating something. Kinanti who came with a tray containing two iced teas with a large cup and a bowl of potato chips ready to be served on the table.

Kinanti had kanget that both loyal customers sudha knew Farah far before herself. Farah, Balqis, and Jihan laughed. They explained to Kinanti about their friendship that started from the first grade of the Late Preventing School.

The conversation on the table soon vanished when Ilham came to fetch Farah. Yesterday he promised to take his wife to the town hall. Farah did have an appointment this afternoon, and finally decided to leave for Balqis, Jihan and also Kinanti.

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