Not a Savings Woman

Start to suspect

''We have arrived, sir.'' The voice of the driver disperse the daydream of Mr. Indrawan who from earlier was just silent. 

The man of pure Javanese descent immediately came down and thanked the driver who had opened the door for him. He went inside to unravel the fatigue from a long day at work. That is the day to day, despite having given most of his efforts to Haris, Mr. Indrawan still meddles to ease the burden of the son.

''Papa Tumben is home?'' exclaim bu Ida from the direction of the middle room. 

''Yes, there is no important meeting today.'' Mr. Indrawan took off his suit. Approaching his beloved wife who has always been his impingement while at home. Although they are not young anymore, look very romantic and friendly, even beat the newlyweds. 

As usual, Ms. Ida immediately went back to get a warm drink for her husband. 

''How was his job in the office.'' Put a cup of coffee in front of Mr. Indrawan.  

''Currently, there are only a few files that need to be signed, but they are in order.'' 

Ms. Ida sat next to Mr. Indrawan. Help take off the man's tie. 

''So I saw Ainaya in Haris's room, he said he wanted to ask for payment to be Bilal's nanny. Is the child always late to pay his employees?'' ask Mr. Indrawan to investigate. Started to be suspicious of Haris' attitude which seemed nervous. 

Ms. Ida shrugged both shoulders in ignorance. Since living in his own home, he never asked about the man's household problems including how to treat the workers.

''I'll try to ask Mimin. Going out now papa take a shower first, I prepare a meal.'' 

Madam Ida moved from her seat. Put the shoes on the shelf and tell the aunt to immediately prepare the food at the dining table. 

Is Haris late to pay their salary? I don't think it's possible?

So curious, Madam Ida took her phone and took it to the side terrace, while Mr. Indrawan went straight to the room. 

Talk at length over the phone. Asking about the salary that slightly stuck in the heart of Ida mom. 

''No, Madam. Mr. Haris is never late in giving salary and even advanced one day, said Mimin honestly.

Madam Ida nodded and disconnected her connection. 

Do they have other problems. Butwhat? A little suspicious of the husband's report. However, he does not want to guess first and will find out. 

Haris is not a person who is easy to meet except work problems or people nearby, while Ainaya is just a foreign Qnaita who helps breastfeed her baby with an expensive fee, that's the response of Ida's mother. It was impossible for him when they spoke in one closed room. 

Mr. Indrawan came out of the bathroom. Approaching Bu Ida who looks dreamy. As if thinking of something. 

''What did you think?'' asked the successful indrawan sir to surprise the woman. 

Ida rubbed her chest, gently patting her exposed husband's chest. 

''I don't think Bilal is similar to Ainaya?'' ask Ms. Ida to investigate. 

Mr. Indrawan laughed. He took his clothes and put them on. While mom Ida even pouted. She was laughed at by her husband. 

''If according to papa, Bilal is like Haris, not Jihan or Ainaya.'' Mr. Indrawan picked up the phone checking some incoming emails. 

While mom Ida chose to leave rather than have to be upset herself. 

Mr. Indrawan nodded without a sound of agreeing. Prepare to meet your beloved grandson soon. Although his lips spoke in disbelief, he began to digest Ida's words. 

I hope what my mom said was wrong.

In the middle of the trip, Miss Ida bought a cake and some fruit as souvenirs. Don't forget to buy clothes for your beloved daughter-in-law. Also some Bilal needs such as milk and diapers. While Mr. Indrawan did not want to lose, he bought a lot of toys for the grandson. 

The driver can only look at the employer's groceries, because the purchased items fill the trunk and also the back seat. Isn't that overrated. Ah, the likes of the rich are free.

The car left the supermarket. Back to the streets to Haris' house. And finally, stop in front of the page. Bu Ida went down first followed by Mr. Indrawan from behind. They went straight in, had auntie pick up her things in the car.  

''Where is Bu Jihan?'' mom asked Ida to look towards the second floor. 

''Bu Jihan is gone, Madam. He said check, '' said Mimin who was busy making milk for Bilal. 

''Same Haris or alone?'' ask her again. 

''Alone. Mr. Haris has not returned yet.''

Mother Ida rushed to Bilal's room, she could not wait to pet the adorable baby. 

''Granddaughter of oma, how are you?'' Lifting Bilal who was in the baby box. 

Indrawan sir is approaching. Looking at his grandson's face. He began to think the same thing about his wife. It is undeniable, if Bilal's eyes are a copy of Ainaya's eyes. His nose is Haris's nose. There was nothing similar to Jihan. 

Most children will certainly be similar to papa and his mother, but why Bilal is similar to others. What __ 

Mr. Indrawan came out of the room and switched to sitting on the sofa. There was a stroke of anxiety that dug into his heart. It was as if Bilal was the baby of Ainaya and Haris, not Jihan. 

Maybe I just guessed wrong.

Remove the bad prejudices that hit. Wishing what is feared is not an illusion. But real.

Madam Ida came out with Bilal in her carriage. Sitting beside Mr. Indrawan who is still at war with his mind. Either, now his heart became worried about Bilal's status which was clearly more similar to Ainaya than his own mother. 

Soon they were joking with Bilal Haris coming. The man walked over to his parents. Close the tired strokes with a beautiful smile when you see your beloved son. 

''I take a shower, Ma.'' Haris left them for her room. 

Mr. Indrawan looked back at Bilal and then opened his phone screen. Equalizing between the image of Ainaya and the grandchild is still full of mystery. 

''No Pa, they look alike, '' said Bu Ida lirih, afraid that someone heard. 

''According to mama this is just a coincidence or is there another element?'' ask Mr. Indrawan pretend. Don't want to open your voice before there's evidence that leads to it. 

''You don't know, but hopefully it's just a coincidence. Didn't we see for ourselves when Jihan was pregnant for nine months.'' Madam Ida was afraid that someone would eavesdrop on her conversation. 

''But we didn't see her when she gave birth. In fact, when Jihan came, she was transferred to the ward, '' denied Mr. Indrawan again. 

Ms. Ida was silent. His eyes continued to stare at Bilal's rosy lips which were starting to be able to let out his golden voice.