Pasung Tuan Muda's

47. The Trials That Come Alternate

Right in front of the cake shop selling various shapes, I was stunned while staring at the wallet in my right hand. Carefully, the view did not switch to another position due to such apprehensive circumstances. Unlike usual, spending for this month is much different from last month.

Because I have been standing for too long, finally the decision was******* to enter the cake shop to give a surprise to Anissa—anakku. Hopefully, the money is enough and can buy as my daughter wishes.

After settling in, I rushed into the cake shop while dipping non-stop. This was my first time at the store. According to the confession of Risma, the cake that many buyers talk about is made from the store. Not wrong again, indeed in a white-painted room in combination with light blue is very dense and crowded.

It is not wrong if the store is very popular today. However, what makes me feel very awkward is, because the money in the wallet is far from enough. Fears, I can not bring home a cake dibandrol with fantastic prices.

After nearly three minutes of being stunned, a servant in a red uniform came over. From her face, it looked so friendly, that I threw a wry smile at her.

“There can I help you with, Ma'am?” ask the waiter.

“I-this, Ma'am, I want to find a cake,” I replied while dipping at visitors who pass by endlessly.

“What price are you for, Ma'am? Come, I help you find him,” take the hijab waiter that I don't know what his name is.

We also went around looking for the right cake price for the current financial condition. However, during the walk from now on, there was not a single cake that was priced very well. Because I was very confused, I finally felt desperate because I was fixated on a cake with pink dolls.

While the waiter on the right side was just watching my behavior earlier. I touched the man's right hand very gently.

“Mbak,” call me short.

“I-iya, Ma'am, can I help you?” tanyanya while staring at this face.

“Is the price of this cake nothing cheaper. You see, I do not have money like bandrol listed.”

“What's the price, Mbak?” ask again.

“My money is only this.” I put the banknote in front of the waiter, from his stupor, as if he were watching the money carefully.

“If you may know, whose cake is for, yes?”

“For my son, Ma'am,” I replied honestly.

“Yes, already, Ma'am want a cake that character like what?” tanyanya while knitting eyebrows.

Because I was so embarrassed, I pointed to a cake patterned with pink dolls. However, I did not dare to speak because it was definitely very expensive.

“Oh, this one. All right, let me wrap it up.”

“Ta-but, Mbak.” Regardless of what I said, the waiter continued walking towards the payment cashier.

Mampus me, what if it turns out the money is less. How shameful I am. Haduh ..., my mind is acting non-stop.

Upon arrival in front of the payment cashier, I stopped while stunned beside the beautiful maid. Quickly, he wrapped the cake that I had pointed at according to taste. Finished wrapping, the manservant thrust the cake in front of me.

“This, Ma'am, the cake,” said the waiter was very loud.

“How much, Ma'am, the price?” ask me while putting together the money left in the wallet.

When I offered the money, the waiter in front of me took the money from me for a moment.

“Mbak, the money just save.”

“Ma-means, Ma'am?” I asked as I stared at the waiter.

“This serious, Ma'am? I became troublesome,” my word while putting my head on the floor.

The waiter pulled my hand from the cashier, as if to invite me to sit in the chair in front of the rest of the cake. Then, he went ahead and brought two glasses of warm drink. Unfortunately, I just follow what is the action.

“Mbak, drink first,” he said while offering warm tea.

“I become troublesome like this, Ma'am,” I replied.

“Nothing, Ma'am. Oh, yeah, whose name is it, huh?” tanyanya full of search.

“My name is Marissa.” I thrust out my right hand to shake the other person's hand.

“I'm Miranda,” she replied as she grabbed my hand.

“It's nice to meet you, Ma'am, I'm very grateful for all this.”

“May I share. If you can know, your child is not invited here?”

“My child is recovering from illness, Ma'am, so I have not been able to take him anywhere,”.

“Astaghfirullah, I am sorry, Ma'am,” he replied in a raucous tone of voice.

“Hopefully, this good deed of yours is reciprocated by the Almighty, and always gets abundant sustenance,” I said giving a prayer for him.

We drank some warm tea together. Before long, I stared at the watch in my right hand, and it turned out that the time had shown at 22:00 p.m. With a heavy heart, I also have to go home so that Anissa does not wait too long for me.

“Mbak, I go back to work first, yes,” he said while staring at visitors who are getting more and more crowded at night.

“Yes, Ma'am, I also want to go home. Fearfully, my son is waiting at home.”

“Oh, may, Ma'am. Be careful on the road. Don't forget to stop by here often,” he said, then he stood up and fixed his uniform.

“Mbak, I'm sorry, assalammualaikum ..”.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” answered.

We parted in a room that gave me comfort. Angel-hearted people today came to say hello. So that I am very excited to live my life and support my son. It turned out that sustenance had been established by God, so that I no longer needed to dictate his greatness.

Right on the edge of the sidewalk, I was waiting for a public transport that didn't cross at all. In fact, tonight is not late, there should be a car to go home. So agitated, I sat down at a stop with a steady look at the car on the road.

The time kept going, but the people passing by were getting minimal and I felt very uneasy. While the online taxi that became a subscription did not respond at all to chat from me.

Haduh .. why tonight no one passes, anyway, public transport. I could go home last night. Anissa and Bi Ira must be worried, my mind said.

Because I was feeling very anxious, I finally tried to contact Bi Ira's phone. However, suddenly my phone ran out of battery and died quickly.

Before long, a footplate sounded eloquent from my ear. I don't know who came from the right side, when I turned my head, there was no one there. On the left, there was such a sound. However, I turned to the left and there was also no one.

The mind is still raging with fear, because the feeling continues to grow as if it does not want to shuffle away.

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