Replacement Ribs

3. Who is that woman

For a moment Kirana's steps were fixed. Just a few seconds her gaze barely faded with her husband. Kirana quickly threw away her face and widened her pace. Holding Mentari away from the place.

"It's not fast, honey."

The small step was also flushed following Kirana's steps.

Mentari cannot see if his father is with another woman. A beautiful woman in a blouse and skirt is sitting on a sofa with Tristan. So close that even Kirana saw their faces that were only a few inches away. If it says co-worker, it seems impossible. What coworkers should be that intimate?

Kirana remembered last night's incident. His positive thoughts suddenly changed. Maybe Tristan has another woman. Or maybe …. Kirana shook her head. He doesn't want to think too far. But with the reality he had just seen, his conscience demanded an explanation.

"Mother, aren't we shopping?" Mentari's words made Kirana aghast. Currently he is actually holding Mentari back up the escalator.

"Astaghfiullah! Mother forgot her supermarket was on the second floor. We're coming down again, yeah."

Kirana's mind was completely muddled. If he could choose, he did not want to see a scene that was somehow so painful. What's that quick taste for Tristan to show up? Or is it just a sense of belonging? Since Ijab qabul said, Tristan is his. From the tip of the foot to the tip of Tristan's hair, Kirana is entitled to it.

Kirana picks up the trolley after getting into the minimarket. Many needs that he should not have because the refrigerator is empty. Contains frozen food.

Kirana invites Mentari around the supermarket even though the contents of her head are still left in front of the coffee shop. He took the kitchen as he remembered. The shopping list that is only stored in the memory of the brain has been scrapped. Because in his mind there was only the shadow of Tristan and the woman accompanying him.

"So comment on spinach, Mother."

"Can. Help Mommy take the spinach can?"

The mentari takes one bunch of spinach and puts it in a trolley. For a few minutes in the supermarket, the shopping cart contains only a bunch of spinach and kitchen spices.

Kirana gave a rough breath. It was the bad thoughts that were weighing on him. He also refocused to remember the list of needs of the house that had been exhausted. Some kind of vegetable he put in the basket. Fish, eggs and meat. He deliberately shopped for stock for a week.

Mentari's whine sounded as they passed through the snack aisle.

"Mother can buy that, right?" tanyanya while pointing at the packet of snacks that are lined up.

"Can. But not much, yeah. Yesterday's health check what doctor said?"

"Emmm …. Mentari can't eat ciki, ice cream is candy."

"So?"

"Emc …

Kirana could hardly bear to see the folded face of Mentari. Kirana also took some packages and put them together with other groceries. Mentari also looks excited not playing.

"Now we take soap first, yeah."

Kirana pushed the trolley towards the toiletries shelf. Take some bath soap and other bathroom fixtures. While Mentari was busy choosing her own bath soap and shampoo that depicted her idol fantasy character.

"But can you buy frozen shampoo, Mommy?"

"By, dong. Soap as well. The Mentari soap is over."

"Perfume is also yes, Mother."

"Yes." Yeah."

One by one the goods entered filled the trolley. Kirana invites Mentari to finish their shopping. Because the basket is full. And everything that was needed had already gone into the basket. He pushed the trolley towards the cashier to complete the transaction.

"The total is one million and fifty thousand and three hundred rupiah, Mother," said the female cashier after counting Kirana's groceries.

Kirana took her purse out of the bag.

"Just use this!"

Kirana looked up at the baritone voice that sounded so close.

"Father!" Mentari screeched to see Tristan standing next to him and holding out a card to the cashier.

"Where's that going? How can you not pick up Mentari?"

"sorry. Papa there's a need, dear."

Mentari raised her lips. And Tristan immediately held his little girl who began sulking while making transactions at the cashier.

When she finished, Kirana pushed the trolley full of groceries. While Tristan walked in front while holding Mentari. Kirana also began to dream. If their marriage had begun with the feeling of love, how happy would the little family be.

Mentari suddenly sagged from her father's sling.

"Papa pushed his basket. Poor Mother tired." said the little boy.

"It's okay. Mother can really if only push the trolley," said Kirana. But Tristan took over the trolley without saying much. Then pushed. Walking with his wife and child.

While passing through the ice cream stalls that look so crowded, the steps of Mentari stopped.

"Pa, can I get some ice cream, right?" Mentari seemed to forget the advice of the doctor who had even memorized him mentioned.

"By" said Tristan.

"Content, sit down with Mother. Let Papa do it."

"What does mom want?" tristan.

Kirana was of course surprised when the question was raised by Tristan. More precisely because of her mother's call to him. Even without a smile, it sounded a little sweet. Like getting a drop of dew in a barren field. Maybe that's how Kirana feels right now.

"The same with the Mentari. Strawberry," Kirana said after pondering for a while.

But do not expect Tristan to reply Kirana. The man might just catch through his hearing Kirana's reply as it passed to queue up behind the row of several people who were about to buy ice cream. While Kirana and Mentari sat waiting at one of the tables.

After a long wait, Tristan came up with three cups of ice cream. He held out one by one the ice cream cups to Kirana and Mentari.

"Thank you, Mom." Kirana received the ice cream nervously. And Tristan was silent with her face flat.

Maybe it is true, the happiness of Mentari is everything for Tristan. Until he's willing to marry a woman he doesn't even want. Just to make her daughter smile.

Since knowing that Kirana is going to marry her father, Mentari has indeed changed. The boy looks more cheerful. Never as before. Where she was discouraged when she saw her friend being picked up by their mama. Mentari just sat alone staring at his friends while waiting for his omanya driver to come pick up.

"Mother eat ice cream like a kid!' mentari said while laughing.

Kirana. Mentari laughed even louder while pointing at the melting ice cream at the corner of Kirana's lips.

"Why is that?" asked Kirana in surprise.

Suddenly Tristan's hand stretched out rubbing the melted ice cream. Kirana's heart was beating. He looked at Tristan awkwardly. The two pairs of neutrals clashed for a split second before Tristan turned his eyes.

"Wear a tissue, Mas." Kirana took the tissue in her bag. Tristan greeted the white paper without and rubbed his thumb against the ice cream.

"Mother, said Oma soon Mentari want to have a sister," Mentari's great-grandson later.

"Ohuk!"

Not finished with the affairs of his heart that raced very fast and his body suddenly hot cold, unexpected remarks made by the maker of Kirana Chokes Mentari.

"So, if you eat more do not talk much, yes," said Tristan.

"Yes, Pa. But is it true that Mentari wants to have a sister?" Mentari will not stop asking questions if he has not received a satisfactory answer for him.

Tristan agreed and Mentari was back to cheer. The only answer Tristan thought would make Mentari stop asking questions.

"What kind of girl's sister is a guy, Pa?"

Tristan was silent at Mentari's question. The little boy kept asking.

"While she wants a sister what a boy?" sahut Tristan tired of ignoring his daughter's questions

"Boy girl."

"Where can it be. Mommy will bother to take care of it."

"There will be a mother who will help, Pa. Mentari can also help Mother give milk for sister, really."

"Yes yes. Now finish the ice cream. Then we go home."

Mentari also nodded. He finished the ice cream that was only a little left without much more talk.

But it didn't last long. Mentari again chattered all the way to the house. There was something that was asked of the two adults sitting in front. Slowly, his voice was no longer heard. The sun sleeps in the back seat.

Tristan picked up his sleeping daughter and brought her into Mentari's room. While Kirana carrying shopping bags in both hands headed to the kitchen.

Really dead style should be at home with Tristan. Kirana also busied herself arranging groceries in the kitchen with her clothes that had not been changed.

"Don't take the heart of Mentari's words earlier." The sound shocked Kirana. The egg in the mica he was holding almost fell.

"Yes. I know."

A Tristam card on the kitchen table.

"To shop for your home needs and needs," he said later.

"Although I don't want you to be my wife, I will still give birth to you. Never shop with your money. Especially for my child's needs."

Kirana fell silent at Tristan's words which again pinched her.

"Since Mas Tristan said Ijab qabul with Dad, Mentari also became my son, Mas," replied Kirana.

Tristan did not answer. He left the card still lying on the table with Kirana standing in front of the refrigerator.

"Mas!" call Kirana when Tristan will climb the stairs.

"Who was that girl?"