My madam, my poison

Increasingly amazed

"Ehm .. it .. anu ... there's a married college friend of mine. So I gave her a flower bucket," replied Rizal.

"When is the wedding?"

"Sorry, Budhe, my stomach is heartburn. I seem to eat too much sambal." Rizal passed from before the aunt, she then went to her room.

"Why Rizal?" ask Mr. Hasan, Murni's husband when he just came out of his room.

"Is it reasonable to give a bouquet of flowers to a married friend or best friend?"

"Who gave the bouquet the flowers, Mom?"

"That was your niece Rizal. I found a note on the purchase of a bouquet of flowers. When I asked who the bouquet was for, she said it was for her married college friend."

Mr. Hasan smiled.

"Maybe Rizal was embarrassed if he had to confess the bouquet to his girlfriend. Let it be, ma'am, she's old enough to be in a relationship with the opposite sex."

"Sir, my womb is about to enter four months. How about we share the cake with the neighbors?"

"Mother, that's a good idea. Besides being practical, I think everyone loves cake. Let me go to Nak Zura's cake shop to order it" said Mr. Hasan.

"Let me order it." Rizal who just came out of his room chimed in.

"Don't you just say your stomach is heartburn?"

"Ehm .. is healed. Suddenly his heartburn disappeared as I entered the room. Oh yes Budhe, how many boxes of cakes will Budhe order for the four-monthly salutation later, and when the show?"

"This is the show of the prospective son pakdhe and budhe, why are you so enthusiastic?"

"It's nothing. I'm very happy because Pakdhe and Budhe finally want to be parents. That's why I'm so excited."

"Ehm ... roughly her cake is 50 boxes, and her show is Friday night.

"OK. Tomorrow I come to Zura's cake shop."

"Do you know where Zura's cake shop is?"

"Know dong. The shop is not far from my campus."

"Yes, you ordered 50 boxes of baked sponge and it should be ready by Thursday afternoon."

"Yes, Budhe, I'm going to the store tomorrow."

"Have you had lunch, Mom?" ask Mr. Hasan to Murni.

"No, Sir. Daritadi my stomach's nauseous. I want a young mango."

"Oh my God, Mom. We don't have a mango tree. There are no traders selling raw mangoes. It just makes the stomach hurt."

"I don't want to, sir. But our son. Isn't that right, honey?" Pure Ma'am rubbed her stomach which had started to bulge it.

"But, no one around here has a mango tree, ma'am. Just another fruit."

"Where could that be? Our son wants a young mango, yes it must be a young mango."

"Let me look, Budhe. It seems that on the road not far from the campus there are residents who have trees" said Rizal.

"You sure?" ask sir

Hasan.

"Yes, sir, ask for your help. May the mangoes really exist."

"I only use Pakdhe motorcycles."

"So soon, pakdhe take the key."

Mr. Hasan went into his room, then took the keys to his motorcycle.

After saying goodbye to his uncle and aunt, Rizal left the house.

Rizal has not long rode his uncle's motorcycle. Either because of lack of care or because it is rarely used. The motorcycle suddenly broke down.

"Damn! You know this I used a car!" objurgation.

Rizal circulated his gaze around the place until his net caught a board showing that 1 KM from where there was a workshop. There is no other way but to guide the motorcycle which is already quite old.

That's when a car stopped in front of him. Rizal was wrong when the passenger of the car lowered the window.

"Rizal's? What's your motorcycle?" tanyakanya.

"Mom Zu-Zu-ra? This is, Mom. My bike suddenly jammed. It seems that the time is not used."

"Where are you going?"

"I-I want to find a young mango for budhe. He said he wanted to eat that."

"That's what people call cravings. Sometimes what is asked is a little strange and also pushy. But we hope understandably, it is not all the desire that is pregnant alone, but the prospective child in the womb."

"Yes, Mom. Let me take my motorcycle to the workshop up ahead."

"1 kilo meter is far enough. Tell you what, you just ride your motorcycle, we'll pull it with the mine."

"Yes, Mas. Let's not get pushed either." Mr. Amin who was in the white car chimed in.

"I'm sorry, Mom, if it's a hassle."

"Absolutely not a hassle. I happen to be dropping off a cake on Carnation Street."

Mr. Amin then took the rope stored in the trunk, then tied it to Rizal's motorcycle.

"Thank you very much for the help, Mr. .. Ma'am," Rizal said upon arriving at the workshop.

"Either. Yes, we'll excuse you. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Rizal looked at the back of the car that was getting away from before him.

"How could I not be amazed by a woman as good as her?" he murmured in the heart.

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