Not a Savings Woman

Small discussion

Haris piles up the map that has been signed. Look at the clock in his hand. I can't believe he finished his job early.

"It's only four o'clock, is this clock dead?" He took his cell phone, made sure he didn't see it wrong. 

It turns out to be true, it was only four in the afternoon. Back on the back of the chair. Stretch the muscles that feel stiff. I don't know for what reason, today his brain is working better than usual. Suddenly he remembered Bilal. 

About this time he was doing it again. 

Taking pictures of Bilal kept in a drawer. Then put it on the work desk.

Despite almost a full day of separation, he still felt the warmth of the boy in his arms. Even the smell of the smell did not disappear. 

Andik came to submit some reports today. Unlike usual who put on a serious face, this time there was another radiance on the boss's face. 

''Remember Miss Ainaya?" guess Andik's origin. 

Haris clucked in annoyance. He immediately read the report without answering the assistant's absurd question. 

''I want to go home early. You'll take care of the report that hasn't come in." Stand up from his seat. Snatch the suit and get out. He could not resist the longing and wanted to see his son soon. 

''Has Mr Haris started falling in love with Miss Ainaya, or is he just missing Bilal?"

Andik looked at the back of Haris who started to move away. From the man's gaze, he could catch something still veiled. 

Haris stopped his car in front of a toy store. In his mind, he wanted to buy toys for his son, who was just a matter of days old. 

''What toys does he like?" Take a luxury remote car. Then it turned towards the side, where it was a special place of gunfire. 

''Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" greet the store employees when they see Haris who looks confused. 

''O, I'm looking for a boy's toy. I'd like to take something like that.'' Haris pointed at some of the toys that were around him. 

The woman helped Haris pick up some toys and took them to the cashier. 

''You don't ask, what age is his son? This is there for babies and also children who have grown up, whispered one of the employees who were surprised by Haris' groceries. 

''No need, why be asked? The important thing is to practice a lot, '' answered the others in a whisper. 

Haris pays with more money then asks the employee to help him carry to the car. 

The luggage is almost full, even some toys are placed in the back seat. 

''May Bilal like.'' Return the car to the house. 

Just as Haris entered, Ida walked out the front door. The woman immediately grabbed the man's ear until she grimaced. 

''Because of your carelessness, Jihan fell, ''' he said furious. 

Haris rubbed his ear that was painful. Staring at Jihan who seemed to blink one eye. 

What is this, I don't understand. That's what Haris' heart is. However, he kept quiet and digested the code from his wife. 

''Yes, Ma. I'm sorry, next time I won't be hurt again, '' he said relented. 

''Mama's going home?" Haris hugged her mother, then looked at Jihan who was behind her. 

''Yes, tonight your father came home from out of town, so you couldn't stay over" he said, leaving them all behind. 

"Where did you fall? Why is mommy beating me up?" pekik Haris. 

Jihan lifted her shirt and showed her the wound that had been wrapped in bandages. 

"At the mall, I accidentally hit someone and fell." Jihan limped closer to her husband who looked tired. 

"Can we do it?" ask Haris while taking off his suit. A little surprised when he saw Jihan grimacing. 

After Ida's bu-car disappears behind the gate, Haris opens her car again before entering. He took down all the toys he had bought. 

''Who's the toy for, Mom?" yelled Jihan from the terrace. 

"For Bilal, who else?" harris replied without staring. 

Jihan scrunched her forehead. Then laughed softly, astonished by her husband's exaggeration. He entered without waiting for the man. Sitting in the middle room saw Haris coming in and carrying his belongings. 

"But you can still cook, right?" asked Haris who suddenly felt hungry.

Jihan took her phone. 

''You usually have a message, Mom? Why cook everything, my feet still hurt." Glanced at Haris who was walking towards Bilal's room. 

"But I want to eat your cooking." Haris opened the door to Bilal's room. 

Staring at Ainaya who was lying next to the son. Then close it again and approach Jihan. 

''Can't you see I'm sick? Next time, right?" Jihan moved from her seat avoiding Haris who was almost sitting nearby. 

Why her? I was asking nicely, but why did he sniff like that. Do I have any wrong?

Haris loosened the tie that had been choking his neck all day. Following Jihan's steps towards the room. Pulling the woman's hand that was about to turn the knob. 

''Why are you anyway? If you don't want to be papa, but don't be like this. I am tired and need entertainment. Not your frustration.''

''I was sleepy, '' said Jihan ketus then went into the room. Not heeding the flat-faced Haris. 

Haris ruffled his waist and then came back down. Just a few steps down the stairs, Ainya came out of his room.

Haris stopped his steps, and Ainaya looked up at her husband from below. 

"Will you eat my cooking?" ask Ainaya seriously. 

He overhears a debate between Haris and Jihan. 

Silent 

Haris seems to think hard between accepting and not, but his stomach can not compromise and increasingly rebellious. 

"Byeah" answered Haris briefly. 

Continuing his steps towards Bilal's room, while Ainaya rushed to the back. 

As usual, Ainaya cooked quite a simple meal. Besides being faster, it is not complicated. However, it ensures that the food made is healthy and nutritious. 

"Nay, Bilal is crying" cried Haris from the doorway of the room. 

Ainaya turned off the stove to approach the husband who looked nervous. 

"Did you bother him?" accuse Ainaya of rushing to raise his son's tiny body. 

"Don't do it, maybe he's thirsty" replied Haris. 

"Sorry mom, honey. Mom was busy." 

It was as if something was strange in Haris' ear to hear Ainaya's words that had just slid. 

"You remember, right? Bilal is no longer your son, so you don't deserve to be called mama." 

Ainaya looked at Haris with a sharp look. Eyes glazed. Even though the agreement has been made, it cannot just break the relationship between mother and child. In fact, nothing can change that. 

"I just don't want anyone to be suspicious if they hear it" he added, leaving Ainaya behind.