Second Woman

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"Oh.it mbak Alika there is a sudden need so her Anaya left at home "pronounced mbok sum with her hands that do not stop struggling with the thin white rice wrapper

Deg

"Iwild...."

before long Dahlia had returned with a small milk bottle in her hand, while Anaya continued to wriggle and cry

Oek..oek....

"cup babe...cup...cup...cup....." Dahlia kept holding Anaya who was still crying in her arms

While Dila was still suggesting his mind that the name Alika in this world was not just one,

this place is far from where he used to live, it is impossible so far to still meet people in his past

he continued to help mbok sum arrange rice, fried chicken, eggs also together and fried jay stamp into the rice box

"this is why the symbok tumben Anaya her fussy gini.." asked Dahlia to her mother who was still sitting on a mat with Dila.

"usually it's Dahlia.this is the show of his father's salvation, maybe his father again nengokin his son, he said, because of the old people's belief in the past forty days and a hundred days like this those who are prayed will go home...."

Dahlia silently listened word by word as mbok sum spoke. Dila also listened to the words mbok sum while his hands were unceasingly moving the food in front of him

"gendong continued that Anaya ya nduk,,, beware again also returned his mother "device mbok sum avenged nod of the head by Dahlia

Dila who was increasingly curious finally threw a question

"sorry, is his dad dead?" finally the question finally

"iya mbak.. kasian mama, eight months pregnant arrived pak steadfast died of a heart attack. mbak Alika who was in shock finally gave birth prematurely...."

the rice box that was in Dila's hand just slipped out of her hand, her world seemed to stop at one point.

"steadfast... Alika.ya Allah why is this narrow my world" inwardly.

"why is Dila..... Does she get sick?" ask Dahlia

Dila who realized from the daydream was immediately answered asked Dahlia

"ah.. no, not Dahlia..oh, this is about to end..."

Dila quickly finished her work, she did not want to meet the woman in her past...

"sorry Dahlia is done, can I ask for the rest of the money for the cake"

"oh yeah.the endowment where the money made to pay the cake," Dahlia pinta to her mother.

"this is yes mbak." mbok sum handed Dila ten pieces of blue money.

"sorry this seems like most mbok deh." he said when calculating the amount of money that is now in his grasp.

"no mbak.it all with the wages mbaknya help nata blessing earlier, if there is no mbaknya where may now be finished "

not long after Dila wanted to stand up from her sitting position at this time a greeting stopped her body movement

"assalamualaikum.." said Alika and Leo simultaneously.

"greetings......" Answer the three

"that's my mom, baby....." Dahlia who was carrying Anaya also immediately approached Alika's body

"why.. fussy yes mama's son "Alika immediately grabbed Anaya and immediately held her little daughter.

Alika who heard Dila's name was mentioned was no less surprised by Dila a moment ago when her former honey's name was called

Dila slowly turned her body towards Alika who was standing not far from her

"take Dila...."

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"drink mbak...." Alika put two glasses of iced tea on the table, gave a glass to Dila and another glass to herself

after the ceremony was deliberately Selamatan Alika asked Dila not to go home first, many things she wanted to ask Dila

never imagined by her Young woman who sold a traveling cake that was told several times by Dahlia is Dila, Dila,

sitting together side by side with the table as a separation of the two, they were both equally soluble in their respective minds

While inside the house, Dahlia who helped her mother clean up the leftovers after the rescue finally asked her mother

"they both know each other" he asked.

"no longer know.. they have lived with the same husband.." said mbok sum accompanied by ******* deep breath.

"astaghfirullah things adzim..maxute what symbok, they are both polygamists" mbok sum nodded his head and sat leaning against the wall, sitting, after that Dahlia also approached her mother's body to listen to the story about Dila and Alika

Mbok sum also tells the story of the two of them through his version, until many times Dahlia said istighfar while stroking his chest.

"yes Allah mbok... kasian yes.but now mbak Dila as a traveling cake seller yes,"

"the horror of their divorce has been.but yes do not know it nduk.. tomorrow just ask the same symbol mbak Alika, kok can now the former honey became a traveling cake seller "

*return to the terrace of the house where Alika and Dila are now sitting opposite each other

"how is Dila...."

"as Alika mbak see.i am good, mbak himself how. sorry yes mbak that time I did not have time to visit the place where mbak Alika when her husband mbak Alika died "

"what's wrong. I'm sorry can I ask you something mbak "

"please..mbak Alika would like to ask why now I sell cakes around is not "

"yeah...."

"i just want to make money for a bite of rice for my parents and also my children mbak.is wrong, this is a lawful job..."

"that's not what Dila wanted me to ask, but why should I sell a traveling cake.... sorry is not the intention to insult or demean people selling because I myself also sell but how much the results can Dila get by selling a traveling cake, why not just make another effort at least Mbak Dila does not have to burn hot sun "

At that moment Dila's eyes were heating up, the clear circle just escaped accompanied by a slow drip from the owner of the body

"take.. why...." Alika held Dila's shoulder slowly

"i don't have enough money to just open a store in front of the house mbak, even after our divorce Gono gini's property he deliberately confiscated so that I came there begging him ... just by selling a cake around at least there is money coming in to fill our stomachs" said Dila in his tears

"the path of Galang mas.I will ask for what should be the right of Dila and also your children...."

"do not mbak Alika, I beg you.I can without mas Galang...."

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Continue tomorrow guys.

Oh yeah not tired of bored I want to stop by yuk to my second novel "a wait for Larasati" is still quiet bingitssss