Pitted Because of Will

DKW 89'S

"Om Angga how is this the flour running out?"

Daffa's question made the two adult parents instantly move away. Both seem wrong.

"Om Angga will get a new one" Angga replied. He looked back at Nisa for a while then picked up a new wheat flour.

"Here Om, let Daffa open!" pinta Daffa's.

"Daffa dear this time let Om Angga aja who open the flour let not scattered?" said Nisa. He didn't want his son to do anything like that just now.

"But, Ma.... "

"We open up together." Angga gives a middle ground. He did not want to make Nisa feel bad nor did he want to make Daffa sad.

Again Angga led Daffa's small hand to open the wheat flour he had just taken. Slowly they put the flour into the container to mix with other materials.

Daffa and Angga looked serious when making the birthday cake batter. When the dough was mixed well with other ingredients, they put it in the baking pan.

"We're the oven first? Later after ripening Daffa can decorate his birthday cake according to Daffa's wishes," said Angga. He put the pan with the dough into the oven.

"Old no Om?" ask the chubby-cheeked toddler.

"About 30 minutes" Angga replied. "Well, let's not wait later we prepare the cream to make the decoration. Daffa wants him to decorate with fruit and not cake?"

"You, Om. Daffa wants to decorate the cake with strawberries, wine, cherry," replied Daffa.

"Well, unfortunately, Om only has a strawberry."

"Well... Daffa will wear all those fruits." Daffa looked pouted.

"Darling, we decorate the fruit that was there first, huh?" Nisa persuaded her son.

"Alright, but next time Daffa wants to make a birthday cake with fruits earlier." Nisa looked at Angga. He did not dare to say yes for fear of interfering with the work of his former boss.

"Yes, next time Om will be ready for all the fruits when Daffa wants to make more cakes" said Angga.

"Blueberry is also yes, Om, hold kiwi as well" Daffa said with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, all the fruits that Daffa wants will be available. Hm?"

"Yey, Daffa loves Om Angga" said Daffa, peeping at Angga's right cheek. Then jump back in excitement.

Angga touched the cheek that had just been kissed by the child from Nisa while smiling.

"I'm sorry, sir, because Daffa has taken care of you" said Nisa.

"It's okay, Nis. I'm happy to do everything for Daffa" Angga replied. "Nis, can you not call me Father? I feel so old when you call me that." Angga complained while pretending to put on a sad expression.

"E... Okay, Ang... Angga," said Nisa rather doubtful.

"Well, if you call me by that name, I'll feel a little younger. At least even though I am in the category of acute singles, it does not look very ngenes-ngenes," said Angga.

A jomlo? Anga jomlo sir? Didn't she have a fiancee at the time? Why did he say jomlo was acute? At least that was what came to Nisa's mind now.

"E... No, what does that mean by jom.... "

Nisa has not finished her words. Angga had run towards the oven because it smelled a charred smell from there and sure enough when the birthday cake was lifted from the oven the color of the cake was a bit charred.

"Well, Boy, how? Missed cake?" asked Angga while showing a burnt cake in front of him.

"Darling? The cake is empty even a penny anyway?" asked Nisa who was also confused by the reaction shown by her son.

"Madam dong, Ma. It means we're gonna remake the cake. Daffa likes it," answered Daffa honestly.

"Re-create it anyway? Tired of it?" timpal Nisa again.

"It would not be tired if it was done together with Om Angga. Everything was exciting, Ma," replied Daffa. "Yes, right, Om, we're gonna do it again?"

"Sadly if we repeat again we will disturb the rest time Om Angga. Poor O Om Anggara," said Nisa.

Daffa settled towards Angga. "That's it, Om?" tanyakanya.

"No, my dear. Om even seneng there are nemenin," replied Angga while pinching Angga's nose.

"No, Ma, Om Angga just said a smile," Daffa's great-grandson.

"Well, if you're tired of rejecting Daffa's will. I'll help persuade him later." Feeling bad, Nisa said like that in a soft voice next to Angga.

"No, really, Nis. I even thought there was Daffa here. So, I'm not lonely" replied Angga who was busy preparing ingredients to make another birthday cake.

"Indeed fiance.... "

"You helped stir the dough, Nis, let it slip. I want to melt the chocolate and margarine first." Again, Angga interrupted Nisa's words before she finished her sentence.

"Then what is Daffa's job, Om?" ask Daffa.

"Daffa beware Mama, don't let her dough hit Mama's eyes again. Ok."

"Okay, Om Angga." Daffa replied while showing his two thumbs.

Making this second birthday cake is quite smooth until the cake is cooked perfectly. Daffa got a part to decorate the cake.

"Not good, Ma?" ask Daffa after finishing decorating the birthday cake.

"Good," answered Nisa while staring at the decorated cake.

"Om Angga, good no?" now it's Angga's turn to get the same question.

"Good." Angga gave the same answer as given by Nisa. "But, Boy, why don't you decorate it with flowers or animals? Why love?" Angga asked the reason the 5-year-old boy decorated the cake with a heart-shaped picture.

"The word person, the shape symbolizes love. Daffa made it because Daffa loved and cared for Mama and Om Angga" replied Daffa. "Papa, too" he added.

"Come on, Ma, Om Angga, we're eating that cake together!" bring Daffa.

Daffa seemed very enthusiastic to taste their birthday cake. Using a Daffa spoon, take the cake and feed it to the Mama.

"How, Ma? Yummy?" asked Daffa, he could not wait to find out the taste of the cake made together.

"Enak. Not too sweet, the chocolate also fits, the texture is soft, and smeared in the mouth," explained Nisa at length.

"Om Angga tasting too?" ask Daffa. With the same spoon used to feed Nisa, Daffa used the spoon to feed Angga.

"Honey, it's your old spoon if you want to nyuapin Om Angga replace with another spoon," said Nisa.

"But Om Angga doesn't mind. Isn't that right, Om?"

Angga nodded, without feeling disgusted he pushed Daffa's hand to feed him with the same spoon. The three enjoy the cake together like a small family.