
"Can't be the same, huh?" ask bu Nur.
"It's just a coincidence, Miss Nur. We have no agreement" replied Sinta. Then rush back to the car.
Rahma watched Sinta continuously from inside her car. He saw the snacks that Sinta bought. Want to protest but lazy down.
Sinta got into the car feeling happy. His desire to eat ice cream was fulfilled.
Rahma started to drive her car again.
"Well, did you buy that snack?" ask Rahma.
Rahma is no different from Susi. Always keep the diet of his two children. Only difference, Rahma who hobbies cooking from the past, often make her own snacks for her children.
"This?" Sinta showed me the ice cream she had eaten.
"Not that. It's!" Rahma pointed to a transparent plastic bag containing children's snacks.
"Just want. Never mind, Ma," said Sinta.
"Despite the good taste?" ask Susi.
"I don't know. Sinta also bought this time. Just look, keep getting cold," replied Sinta.
"You're it. Like a little boy. Don't make up!" rahma.
"Yes, Ma. Just this time, really," said Sinta while continuing to lick her ice cream.
"Eh, Ma. Nur said that Nadia had also bought snacks and ice cream like this Sinta," said Sinta.
"Nadia? Buy your kayak?" ask Rahma.
Rahma also knew Susi's children were very guarded diet.
"Yes. She thought, Mom, we made a deal. It's strange, it can be the same," replied Sinta.
"Ah, that's just a coincidence. Coincidentally both snack food stalls. The food is dinedin. It's not good either!" rahma.
Maybe because of the upbringing of his parents, Rahma did not like children's snacks. And he applies it to his children too.
"Yogi will come too, right?" ask Rahma.
"Yes. Mama Novia also wants to go there," replied Sinta.
"OKAY. Let the wedding dress be done today. There's still a lot for Mama to sort out. Later in the afternoon Mama also promised to go to the catering place. May Novia come too. Let it be all good-chip," said Rahma.
"Despite having to do a tasting show too?" tanya Sinta did not understand. He thought, just select the menu, see the picture, pay and done.
"Yes that. If the taste of the cuisine is not good, we are also embarrassed. He thought we didn't have good taste" replied Rahma.
Sinta just nodded. Just look at what Rahma said. Also, protesting is free. If Rahma ngambeg and Sinta are told to take care of everything by themselves will be bothered too.
It could even mess up all the shows.
All this time Sinta never thought, will drag this to take care of the wedding.
According to Sinta, just leave everything to the wedding organizer. The story sits sweet.
But her name is Rahma, everything has to be perfect. He was willing to be busy to supervise the work of the WO he had appointed.
Nadia reached her home. He started eating his ice cream alone while watching cartoons. A film he loved a long time ago.
Mbok Nah who is washing and ironing, back and forth to watch Nadia. Like his master's orders.
"Nah Mbok, will you?" Nadia offered him the ice cream he bought. Nadia bought a lot. If only taken one by mbok Nah, will not make it less.
"Can?" ask mbok Nah.
Nadia nodded. Then mbok Nah took one.
It's been a while since I ate ice cream. And his old teeth were sore as the cold of ice cream.
"Haha." Nadia laughed out loud at the funny Nah mbok mimic.
"It's cold" said mbok Nah.
"Yes, Mbok. Also called ice cream. If it is not cold, it melts. Not good anymore" said Nadia.
After the ice cream that Nah ate ran out, Nadia offered him a small meal.
"It turns out nice too, Non. Pantsan aja the grandchildren Mbok Nah on like. If Mbok Nah says he wants to go there, it must be asked to be bought," said mbok Nah.
"Once in a while tell them to play here, Mbok. I will buy a lot of it" said Nadia.
After her sister went to college outside the city, Nadia felt like an only child. There were no friends to joke with.
"They're far away, Non. Mbok Nah's children are also many children. Repot if you go all the way," said mbok Nah.
Nadia nodded.
During his time in the Nadia family, never once had the family come to visit. Only her husband came several times before he died.
That was a long time ago too. Even Nadia had forgotten about her face.
After the meal, mbok Nah returned to the top. His work there is not finished.
Nadia fell asleep in the middle room. Packages of food and ice cream, still scattered on the table.
The next day Susi came home. He's not making cookies at Siska's house. Because they even came from one of the school friends. Until I kept talking.
Arriving home, Susi sees Nadia who is asleep.
"Geez, this is a kid! Mager is too? Sleep time is here!" Susi looked at the table.
"This is also what?" Susi took the children's wraps.
"Food kayak gini bought. A lot, again. Where the former is not diresin. Hhh!" Susi is anxious to see it.
"Mhd...!" call Susi.
Mbok Nah who is cooking in the kitchen, immediately approached.
"Have you come home?" Questions that don't need answers, actually. Since he had obviously come home, his person was already home.
"Why so?" ask Susi.
"Cooking, Mom," replied Nah.
"Hhhh! Yes already. Done there!" susi.
Then back to the kitchen.
Susi could not bear to tell mbok Nah to clean up Nadia's garbage.
He finally cleaned it himself.
"Did I add a maid, huh? Make the help of his work mbok Nah. Let him not get tired. Pity him too he is old," murmured Susi alone.
Susi takes care of all the rubbish.
"Let's go mbok nah I told you to find the maid again. If the choice itself is good. He can fit in," murmured Susi again.
Nadia opened her eyes.
"Home home yet?"
Same question for Susi.
"Udah. What do you do, eat snacks, the package is not thrown away?" grouse Susi.
"Forgotten, Ma. Nadia had also fallen asleep" replied Nadia.
"Don't get used to it. Later on the date. Do you want to sleep in an ant?" ask Susi.
Nadia shakes.
"Why do you know, kayak snacks are bought? There is plenty of food in the refrigerator. There's plenty of food in the closet!" Susi pointed to the dining room.
"Nadia wants to buy in her stall bu Nur, Ma," said Nadia.
"That's not good for health, Nadia," said Susi.
"Not every day, Mama!" nadia Sahut.
"Hhhh! You are ggeyelan! Hardly Arguin!" Susi went and went into her room.
Nadia closed her eyes again. His eyes still felt sticky.