
"You together? I'm leaving in the afternoon, will I take Razik to school?" smiley.
I swear by what, when shocked by the sudden appearance of Pandu already beside him. The woman was cleaning up the rest of the breakfast and dirty glasses at the dinner table.
"Go, just ngagetin, no, thank you. Why don't you leave, my husband has even left before," he was wary.
"Bisma is too diligent, I'll be leaving soon. You're not very bad, even though 'it used to be close too before you left. Why is it now so awkward," he said trying to continue to build communication.
"You better go Pandu, and don't invite me to chat like this. I don't like it, anyways it's unethical" he replied.
The woman immediately left the dirty plate, and will clean it later after the man leaves. Maybe later she will protest and ask her husband to leave the house after Pandu left. For some reason, the woman felt very uncomfortable with the situation.
After hearing the roar of the engine the motor left the yard. When finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and unlock his room. The woman was a little calmer, at least she was free for a while.
As he went down the stairs, it sounded a bit noisy from the kitchen. It turns out that there are other residents who can be predicted if from the story of her husband, the woman who is no longer young is a household assistant in this house, who left the morning home after settling down.
"For Non, his wife Den Bisma, right?" sapanya friendly.
"Yes, sorry, my husband's employee?" reply soft.
"Call Mbok Inah Non, this will let Mbok aja right, Non When cooking?" tanyanya was amazed.
"Yes Mbok, make breakfast for the husband, especially if the usual days Mas Bhisma never breakfast huh Mbok?" When to start kepo.
"Never, most coffee only Non, Mbok also rarely met, often leave when the symbol has not come, home also when I have returned."
"Mbok, if the clock is changed no objection, Mbok came home a little afternoon, because I was afraid at home alone," he said looking for the most appropriate reason.
"By Non, later Mbok temenin."
"Alhamdulillah, thank you Mbok," he was relieved.
The middle-aged woman immediately cleaned the kitchen and other work which was certainly more than usual, considering the increase in occupants of the house. When she was bathing Razik herself, the woman would take her son to a play group school this morning. He has enrolled in one of the best schools near his home region.
"Mbok, later please if clean my room do not equal work desk yes. Later let me settle that part," said the woman.
"Yes Mbok, just starting the first day of entry, still to be awaited. Do you usually cook no mbok?"
"Basak if told Den Bisma only, but if Non When at home simbok cook only, Non If you want to eat what, then let Simbok cook according to taste."
"No need, Mbok. Later in the afternoon it can be," said the woman while busy making milk for her child.
It seems ordinary, when preparing your own breakfast. After he finished, he left by driving his own vehicle.
"Honey, later in school many new friends you know, Razik is not lonely anymore," said Bila disela driving. His son looked engrossed in mangosteen without much response. Simply driving for approximately twenty-three minutes, the woman with grace had parked her car in the school yard. Bisma does provide a special car for his wife.
The woman immediately opened the door for Razik, and helped her son get out of the car. If you first go to the teacher room to re-apply before finally taking her child to the classroom.
"Thank you, ma'am" he answered. Waving his hand as a farewell to his son. The first day in, while still waiting for her, to fill the time gap while waiting for Razik to get material at school, the woman busied herself by adding chapters in her new novel on her mobile phone.
When he was busy playing his fingers on the keypad of his phone, the vibration of his phone was on. Id caller by the name of Alan over there. If you seem hesitant to lift or not, immediately then choose to receive the call may be important.
"Assalamu'alaikum ... Alan why?"
"You know, I kind of saw you sitting on the edge of an open garden, really, no," the man replied from there. When you immediately squeaked, swept around, seen a white pajero car parked on the side of the road. A second later someone up there raised their hand with a wave. He smiled and nodded.
"You there?" his tan continued straight towards the object in front of him.
"Yes, you're sitting there alone" he asked with a phone call.
"Wait for my son to go to school, I'll wait from here. What are you doing yourself, not working hours?"
"Again out for a while, look for raw materials to make in the cafe. Do you have a child? Same with echo, huh?" kepo tanyanya.
If you sound chuckling over there, then say sure.
"Not her sister" the woman replied with a smile.
Alan was still frozen across the street, the man was not very clear with his answer. Before the woman finally hung up the phone because Razik had come home.