Replacement Ribs

13. Kirana's Agility

"Your husband doesn't intend to pick you up?"

"No, Ma. Nana's asking for more time here." Of course Kirana is lying. He couldn't possibly say Tristan kicked him out. Her mother asked her to register the divorce in the Religious Court. Even Kirana did not understand the reason her mother kept the news of her wedding from their neighbors. Because Baraka couldn't have dared to tease him if he knew he was married.

Kirana steps out of the kitchen after finishing a piece of cake. Linger with his mother is not the right thing for now. The end of the conversation will always be focused on the development of his relationship with Tristan. Kirana never communicated with her husband. Dream if Tristan contacted him to ask his whereabouts or even reportedly.Kirana was reluctant to start it. Their relationship is becoming more unclear.

Staying at home for two days bored Kirana. The more alone, the more Kirana had to suppress her longing for Mentari. And the problem he faced increasingly disturbed his mind. Kirana picks up her mother's electric bike in the garage. Visiting a clothing production place that has been four years into his business may be able to shift his mind goods for a moment.

Kirana went down the village road to get to where her employees worked. The old house of his grandparents that was transformed into a place of business. Not too far from his home. It only takes ten minutes to ride a motorcycle.

Kirana honks as she passes through Baraka's vegetable garden. Greet the garden owner who just stopped his bike.

"Where are you going?" ask Baraka. Kirana stopped her bike.

"To the factory, Mas."

Kirana's view sweeps through Baraka's garden area. Wider than the last time he went down that road. Evidence if Baraka's business is growing.

"Wouldn't stop by first?"

Baraka's offer was of course welcomed by Kirana with pleasure. Dozens of times passing through the place, he was very curious about the contents in the garden which was covered in webs. Kirana parked her bike and followed Baraka into the garden.

"MasyaAllah! Very broad, yes. This could be a tourist spot."

"Alhamdulillah. It's in discourse."

The expanse of green vegetables that look fresh is so pampering the eyes. It was like Kirana picked every kind of vegetable and took it home.

As if he could guess the contents of Kirana's head, Baraka held out a basket and let Kirana pick up the vegetables as she pleased.

"This is really, Mom? I'd take a lot of tablets if I could." Kirana took the basket extended by Baraka.

"Take aja. The gardens are also allowed" said the man.

"The same certificate, too, dong."

"Not the same one who has all of you?"

"Well, heavy! If the same has to feed as well. Later scolded by Ms. Sharif again." joked Kirana.

Baraka laughed crisply. Kirana didn't understand what the man meant. For what reason Baraka is now a female mason. That man has changed too. No longer was Baraka quiet. Baraka who met now talk more and occasionally dare to throw jokes.

Presented with a variety of vegetables make Kirana kalap. Everything is fresh and just to get it out. Green mustard, kale, spinach and many more are lined up neatly in pipes. All interesting because Kirana is a fan of vegetables. Never eat without vegetables. That pattern is also being applied to Mentari. Ah, Mentari suddenly flashed through his mind. Until Baraka's call is surprising.

"You don't like vegetables, Na?"

"Who said? I'm just confused to take a lot but what's he wearing?"

"Easy. Later delivered using a tub car."

"More tomorrow I'll have a title at the morning market?" reply Kirana.

Baraka chuckles. He helped Kirana pick up whatever vegetables were there. One basket was full.Kirana was confused to bring home what to wear. While he still had other goals to the factory.

"Later to take me," said Baraka decided.

Baraka insists on delivering, but Kirana is determined to take her alone. Finally the vegetable basket was tied to the top of the bicycle.

"Thank you a lot, Mom. I think coming home this will be. Syifa can be bought for sure."

"Either. Next time you need some vegetables here."

"By pleasure, Mas.don't be surprised if later every day I ask for vegetables. I'm first, Mas"

"Yes. Careful."

Kirana is back on her electric bike. An hour later he was in the vegetable garden. In fact, he was still reluctant to leave the place. But lingering with Baraka in that place can cause prejudice is not good. Because many workers saw them both. Although not completely satisfied, Kirana continued the journey with a basket of vegetables behind her.

Sure enough, arriving at the clothing production house, Syifa who happened to be in front frowned then widened.

"Assyc! Brought by the city."

Kirana. He got off the bike and walked over to the wide-veiled girl who had been friends with him for a long time. Syifa runs Kirana's business. It could even be said that Syifa was Kirana's venture vein. Due to the technicality, Kirana only receives reports every month.

"From Mas Baraka's garden. He was told to stop by. If you want to take it, Fa."

"The bride can, Na. Make the kids if you want to make me."

Kirana entered into a room that was used as an office for Syifa. The home of his grandparents was very large. The ancient house with a pendopo on the front is able to accommodate fifty tailors. While the back as an office and also a warehouse. Kirana did not expect that the efforts that initially tried while still in college could continue until now. It is even able to absorb the labor recruited from the surrounding citizens.

"What's the new product, Fa?" ask Kirana about the new product.

"MasyaAllah. Yesterday I accidentally spill on medsos. I'm curious, Na. Cool, no, anyway?"

"Keep launching when is the plan?"

"Fastly. I was terrorized by the same follower. Production was 75 percent of the target. Sure it will run out inshaAllah."

Kirana never went to school for clothing design. But he has a penchant for doodling clothes models since childhood. Far from what he imagined if the end could actually be useful for many people.

"Na, you can go home with Mas Baraka. Make a pact?" ask Syifa after finding out that Baraka is also at home.

Kirana sighed softly. Which story of Kirana's life Syifa did not know. They may even be friends from the womb. Born in the same year and month. Even in a matter of hours the difference. Perhaps also his mother and his mother Syifa often check pregnancy together and posyandu was together. Syifa may be the only person who knows about her marriage to Tristan other than her parents. Looks like Syifa oun closed the news meeting. Either because of his own will or because of pressure from Kirana's parents.

"Ma?"

"Yes. We promise to discuss about TPQ that has been vacuum for a long time. Baraka wants to open TPQ again. He said pity the kids who weren't on najai. His parents were busy working, busy to the rice fields. Kids are busy playing gadgets."

"Well, good idea. Then he'll stay here?"

"Yuhoo. Want nyalon kades said. Go find the Miss Kades again, all right." Kirana repeated her joke with Baraka at her house earlier.

"Dearly enough. Candidate Bu Kades dream already taken. It was very late Mas Baraka. Done thought,""" said Syifa with a sorry face. She's not much different from Kirana's mother. Fanatical supporter of Baraka Kirana.

"You're the same mother. Clop!"

Syifa also chuckled.