Pitted Because of Will

DKW 88'S

"Ma, Mama," called Daffa in a soft voice.

"Daffa?!" nisa is surprised to find that her son is not sleeping and is pretending to be asleep.

"Papa's gone, right?" ask the toddler again.

"Yes, papa just left" replied Nisa. "Why do you have to pretend to sleep anyway, son? Hm?"

Daffa came down from his mother's arms. "Ma, just now while playing with papa, Daffa remembered that Daffa wanted to be taught to make a good birthday cake."

"Continue?"

"Daffa wants to go to Om Angga's place and ask to be taught to make a cake now. Because Daffa does not want to make papa sad, so Daffa pretended to be sleepy. Sorry Daffa yes, Ma," replied Daffa with a clear expression.

Nisa just sighed. "Honey, Om Angga restaurant has just opened, surely Om Angga is busy serving its customers. Next time, shall we go to the place of the Ombaga Anggya?" tawar Nisa's. He felt bad if he had to interfere with the work of his former boss.

"Yes... Mama, Om Angga will not be angry with Daffa. Om Angga promised Daffa before. Yes, Ma, yes, take Daffa to Om Angga's place!" As Nisa had told Bima earlier, her son would whine when he wanted something.

And finally by force, Nisa assented. "Well, we go to Om Angga's place now" replied Nisa.

"Yey finally Mama wants to take Daffa to Om Angga's place" said Daffa happily.

"Bak Rini we go to Pak Angga's place now yuk! You prepare Daffa milk, she's afraid she'll ask for it to be there!" nisa exclaimed to her son's babysitter.

"Bak Rini can't come!" exclaim Daffa.

"Lho why can't Rini come along, honey?" Nisa questioned her son's call.

"Mbak Rini likes the same ganit Om Angga, likes to look for the attention of Om Angga," replied Daffa frontal.

"No, Mistress. I'm not like that" Elak Rini. He was embarrassed because he was considered flirtatious by his employer's son.

"Daffa, why if Mbak Rini flirt? As long as Om Angga does not matter why Daffa object?"

"It's precisely Ma, Om Angga looks uncomfortable if Mbak Rini is flirtatious," replied Daffa while glancing at Rini with a dislike look.

"Daffa knows what it means to be flirty?" ask Nisa again. He thought it was possible that the flirtatiousness that his son meant was not the same as the flirtatiousness that adults meant in general.

"Mbak Rini likes the lyrics of Om Angga. Ms. Rini also likes to pretend to fall if Daffa again plays with Om Angga," explained Daffa.

Nisa just smiled hearing her son's explanation.

"Just like Rini can't come." Daffa is back.

"Keep why the hell did we get there, Ms Rini can come?"

"So it was Oma, there was Papa, surely Mbak Rini was embarrassed if he wanted to flirt with Om Angga."

Nisa glanced at Rini for a moment. "Rin, sorry. Daffa does not allow you to come" said Nisa. He felt bad for his son's babbysitter.

"It's okay, Madam. I can help Bibik work at home" replied Rini.

Rini does admire Angga, but her admiration is only limited as she is amazed by the handsome artist or singer on tv. But it turned out that it was misunderstood by the child of his employer.

"Yes, then you prepared Daffa milk only. I wait!"

"Okay, Madam." Rini immediately went to the kitchen to prepare the milk.

"Ma, why is Old Man Rini?" daffa protested, he was already impatient to learn how to make a birthday cake with Angga.

Not long after, Rini came with a milk box and a plastic cup that Daffa used to drink milk. He handed all the stuff over to Nisa.

"Thank you, Rin" said Nisa.

"Come, Ma, hunt! What if the restaurant closes?" bring Daffa again. He pulled back his mother's hand to make his way.

"Yes, honey, yes."

Nisa and Daffa walked to Angga's restaurant. The restaurant is starting to close. The restaurant officials were cleaning up and tidying up the tables and seats that were a bit messy.

Without feeling awkward, Daffa entered the restaurant as if the restaurant was his and the employees there also did not forbid it because before the restaurant was officially opened, Daffa had often been in and out of the restaurant with their boss.

"Om Angga," called Daffa when he saw Angga just coming out of his study.

"Hi Boy, what's going on here again? Is anyone missing?" Angga approached Daffa and crouched down in front of the toddler.

"Om Angga has promised to teach Daffa to make a birthday cake, so Daffa came here again" replied Daffa.

"I'm sorry, sir. Daffa insisted on coming here again, I tried to hold him back, but he insisted" Nisa said. He felt bad for bothering his former boss.

"It's okay, Nis. In part I did promise him to make a birthday cake," Angga replied.

"Then come on Boy, come with Om to the kitchen!" take Angga with him to hold Daffa's hand and take him to the kitchen.

"In a moment, Om." Daffa.

The boy, who was not even five years old, pulled Nisa's hand back and invited her to the kitchen. Daffa's right hand held his mother's hand and his left hand held Angga's. Now the three of them walked into the kitchen together with Daffa being in the middle between Nisa and Angga.

"Now Om take the ingredients first yes, Daffa and mama wait here!" tell Angga, he let go of Daffa's handrails to pick up the ingredients used to make the cake in the refrigerator.

Angga prepared all the ingredients to make the cake on the table.

"Daffa wants to open it, Daffa wants to open it" Daffa said as Angga opened the bag of wheat flour.

Angga also gave the bag containing wheat flour to Daffa. He also gave the scissors in his hand to the little man who could not stand still.

"Daffa knows how?" ask Angga gently. Daffa.

"Here's Om ajarin!" Angga led Daffa's small hand to cut the flour bag slowly.

"Daffa can be alone, Om," Daffa said as soon as the bag was cut a little.

"The truth you can?" tanya Angga made sure.

"Daffa, later if the flour falls apart how? Let Om Angga open." Nisa is on the right side of her son.

"Daffa wants to open it himself" kekeh Daffa.

"Let's just, Nis. Kids love to explore" Angga replied.

"But, Sir.... "

Sure enough, Nisa had not finished talking the flour instead splashed not only into Daffa's face, but also the face and veil that Nisa used.

"I'am sorry" said Daffa, showing a row of white teeth.

"It's Ok. No problem" Angga replied.

While flicking the flour from the veil, accidentally the flour entered Nisa's eyes. Nisa tries to rub her eyes with her hands, but is prevented by Angga.

"I help blow," said Angga.

She brought her lips closer to Nisa's eyes and started blowing them.

"Are you better?" asked Angga while looking at Nisa's eyeballs. Nisa answered him with a nod. Instead of moving away, the two looked at each other deeply.