
The day passed so quickly, the week that the little families of Aziz and Amrita had been waiting for had arrived. The family would go to the Central Market as per their plan. And now, Amrita is helping her two children wear clothes in the twin's room.
"Mama, I want clothes like Mama yes" said Fadila carving a sweet smile while tying her own hair.
"Yes, Honey. All four of us will wear the same color. Mama same Fadila kebaya shirt, Papa same Fattan shirt" replied Amrita explaining while helping Fattan wear a long-sleeved shirt.
"Mama. If we go home later we buy ice cream yes" Pinta Fattan looked at Mama.
"Every handsome prince Mama" replied Amrita with a big smile.
After helping her two children get ready, Amrita asked her son to wait for her on the sofa. Fattan and Fadila nodded and walked out of the room into the living room just a few feet from their room.
"Mas, don't take a long shower!!" amrita shouted behind the bathroom door in their room.
Cheque-plek... (Bathroom door is open)
"It's my wife" Aziz said, hugging his wife. Aziz seemed shivering because the weather this morning was very cold plus the water he used for bathing was cold water.
Amrita returned her husband's embrace. "I've got clothes on the bed. Now I put on clothes and accompany the kids. Pity them to sit together" explained Amrita.
Aziz let go of his embrace and kissed his wife's lips. Then move his legs toward the bed that his little wife meant earlier. While Amrita chose to go into the bathroom to clean her body. After bathing and getting ready, Amrita came out to her husband and two children. The sound of laughter from the family room managed to create a beautiful smile on Amrita's beautiful face.
"Let's go" call Amrita. Amrita wore a raw Mocca tunic and black cloth toed pants and a black saudia hijab. And don't forget the little sling bag.
"Ready Mama!!" reply Aziz, Fattan and Fadila along with a firm and respectful intonation.
"Haha. Thank you for your honor my beloved. Now let's go before it gets stuck" Amrita said.
Fadila held her Papa's hand and Fattan held her Mama's hand. They walked along with a smile that did not escape their faces. On the way to the central market, the sky began to look bright. But the sun is still shy to show itself. May be said the time has shown at ten in the morning.
Central Market
Aziz pulled his car over at the car park in the central market. Amrita and her two children got out of the car. Since the parking lot with a sewing place clothes quite far then they have to walk about several tens of meters.
"Mas, please carry Fadila. A lot of people here I'm afraid the kids are missing" said Amrita, who was worried. People in the central market are so many that they need vigilance and caution so as not to be separated from family.
"Dear Lady" Aziz replied and held her daughter. While Fattan, the little boy refused to be carried by his mother.
"Mama hold my hand" said Fattan, who did not want to be held. Amrita sighed softly and followed her son's wishes. They walked to where they were going.
"Assalamualaikum" said Amrita standing at the door. They do not go inside because the sewing place is very small.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied the tailor's mother.
"Mom, I'm the one who contacted me a few days ago. May I see the design of kebaya clothes for graduation" explained Amrita.
"This, son" he said while proffering a notebook in which there are many models of kebaya clothes.
Take it and open one by one book and observe the model of kebaya clothes in the book. "I want this model, Buk" said Amrita while pointing to a model kebaya that he thought was good.
At 12:01 PM
After choosing a kebaya model and measuring the size and size of the clothes they want to make. Aziz's small family chose a walk in Makassar Trade Centre (MTC). And now, they are already at the Makassar Trade Centre (MTC) second floor.
"Honey. Let me see your phone" Aziz said. The man wanted to buy a new cell phone for his wife. Aziz first bought a cell phone for his wife when he and Aher went to Bandung.
"Here, Mas" replied Amrita while thrusting her phone.
"It's been a long time. Even her phone screen had broken and she did not ask to buy a new one. Or I'm too busy not to notice anything this small" Aziz said.
"Let's go upstairs" Aziz asked. Aziz brought his wife and two children where many cell phones lined with various models and prices are quite draining the contents of the wallet.
"Mas, what are we doing here?" amrita asked as her husband stopped in front of the counter.
"Now you choose which phone to use" Aziz said.
Amrita smiled at her sweet smile. Finally, her husband bought her a new cell phone. Amrita wanted to change her phone but she wanted her husband to buy it for her. Just like the old days for the first time Aziz gave him souvenirs.
"I want Mas to choose" said Amrita smiling.
Aziz smiled and looked at the phone. The choice falls on the 2018 iPhone phone. "This is all" Aziz said, pointing to the iPhone.
"Don't that one, Mas" said Amrita. Then approached her husband. It's true Aziz wants to buy a phone that costs 14 million.
"Where do you want?" asked Aziz frowning
"The other. But not that one" replied Amrita. She whispered in her husband's ear. "Search for cheap. If that one is too expensive. 14 million I can use to open a Laundry business" he whispered.
Aziz chuckles. His wife is still like before. I don't like expensive ones. "Advan is cheaper" Aziz replied offering the cheapest.
"There is nothing else but the Advan" replied Amrita pouting.
"Women everywhere always look strange yet unique. Want to buy an expensive one he said no, it was too expensive. Want to buy a very cheap one that wants another again" muttered the counter guard shook his head not understanding. The man's wife was the same as Amrita. I don't want expensive ones, nor do I want cheap ones. Because the cheap ones are not good and usually quickly broken. If it falls, it breaks. It all depends on how we look after it.
Aziz and Amrita chuckled. Then look for other brand phones that are cheap but not cheap. While Fattan and Fadila began to feel bored waiting for Mama and Papa.
"Mama, quickly buy a cell phone. My head feels dizzy to see those people pacing back and forth!" said Fadila then looked back at the people who were just passing by.