
One by one the needs begin to be prepared until finally fulfilled, now only to wait for the day when nature will welcome a new birth.
The sooner time passes the more nervous Zahira feels in dealing with it, various anxieties arise that make the relationship sometimes stretch.
Given how the needs they need, of course, the main thing that is the source of everything is money, one thing that is very important.
Slaving Zahira to the point of being reluctant to release him for anything, made him greedy in fear of the future.
The more fear that tricked his eyes the more blind he became, in the end his face was often bent due to various misunderstandings.
Another misunderstanding added to the household riot, when Zahira found a message that entered her husband's cell phone.
'When you have received the money, I have also recorded it in the savings book' is a short message that makes Zahira fast steps to meet Pras.
"Mas, what kind of money did you send to Nisa?" tanyanya fierce.
"Money?" pras lugu balas.
"Yes, sister Nisa just sent a message that the money you sent has been received" he explained.
"Oh.. that's the money saving deck, mas ask ka Nisa to save our savings money"
"Lho's? why did you keep it in Nisa's sister? I'm your wife, why didn't you ever ask me about this?" asked Zahira to feel offended.
"What's wrong? sister Nisa is my sister you know deck, she can be trusted ko about money nyimpen"
"So you don't think I'm that good at money?" zahira asked, getting annoyed.
"Yes, since all the money I give you must be good, every time I ask, there is a reason. In a moment you want to be born, if I don't stay at sister Nisa want to get money from where do we make the cost of labor?" balas Pras up pitam.
"Mas! all the stuff or whatever I bought it for our needs as well. I've never foya-foya use your money, either, after all, in using shopping for daily needs just your money is not enough!"
"It's not my money that's not enough of your ungrateful guests!" pras shouted with glaring eyes.
Anger had filled his head until his entire face turned red, tense veins clearly visible on his neck and forehead.
Zahira was speechless, too hurt to speak with words. Pras had stepped on his pride as a wife by hiding something from her, and now he incised his wounds by accusing all of Zahira's fault.
"Okay, it's up to you mas. "that's the only speech that can come out of his mouth.
While the tears flowed and grew heavier as he went to the room to lock himself up. At least three hours had passed, the quiet room was shattered by a knock on the door.
Zahira was silent, reluctant to answer let alone rise to open it.
Clique
Knowing that he would be ignored Pras opened the door himself, finding his wife still sulking on the bed he immediately walked over.
"Sir..it's late at night, you haven't eaten yet?" tanyanya gently.
Zahira did not care, he was silent like a statue and his attitude was cold like ice.
"Don't that deck.You have to inget your content, eat first yuk!" invite him but Zahira is still silent.
Hhhhhhhh
Tired enough to face Zahira's attitude if it had come sulking, Pras could only exhale while strengthening his heart.
"Sorry mas ya. mas did not say anything about the money, mas also already offended your feelings. I just want to prepare for our future no more.
One hand he put on Zahira's bent knee, while the other hand gently caressed her long strands of hair.
"The money is deliberately simple for your labor costs, we do not know what will happen in the future so we take steps on standby. After labor you finish the money will be mas pintoen and you are simple yes. "he continued.
Pras nodded confidently, it made a single line of smile cross over Zahira's cheeks. Forgiving one mistake, Zahira leaned her head on Pras' shoulder, letting Pras' hands hold her tightly and affectionately.
"Once again sorry for the deck" said Pras.
"Yes, I'm sorry I did too" Zahira replied.
* * *
Kiki's routine that makes him busy apparently does not fade his spirit in the course of the day, the more he gets excited in the face of various obstacles.
For her hard work she became one of the girls who are popular among other students, especially for those who are active in the social field.
What he never expected was that it turned out that secretly some men put their hearts on him, imagining walking with him in a tight bond.
Kiki only realized this when she received a flower without a sender, followed by another small gift that made her more curious.
Until one day his curiosity will pay off, a letter in his receipt containing a dinner invitation.
Of course he will come, fulfill the invitation of the secret fan to reveal his identity.
She doesn't want to dress up too much, it's not her style. So enough thin makeup with a simple dress but enough to support his appearance, taking a deep breath he was ready to go.
The restaurant where the meeting took place was not far away, within a few minutes he had arrived.
"Good night madam, welcome to our restaurant. Do you have an order?" greet a servant as he enters the room.
"Yes, for table no 08" he replied.
"Please follow me" he ordered.
Kiki returned the servant's friendly smile, walked right behind her and allowed herself to be well served until she reached her desk.
"Um... I'm still waiting for a friend, can I have some water first?" tanyakanya.
"Sure" replied the waiter who then left immediately.
Uncomfortably Kiki looked around her, how all the glitz of the restaurant made her quite awkward.
Because this is a restaurant chosen by his secret fans, he guessed that person must be rich and classy, if not sure he was an accomplished con man who had high prestige.
Whatever it is in a moment he will see it, just make him impatient to keep glancing at the door.
"E-hmmm, good night." greet someone from behind.
Kiki immediately turned his head, finding a young man with a tall stature and quite handsome.
"Night. "said.
"What...have you waited so long?" tanyanya walked forward.
"No, just a few minutes"
"Sorry for inviting you like this, sorry also for bothering you with various items without letters"
"So that's you?" ask Kiki.
The young man smiled, stretched out his hand and said.
"Include me, my name is Bagas."