Second Woman

cake selling

the sound of the morning adhan chanting resounding signifies that the Surya wants to wake up soon from his long sleep

Nadila Fitria, a young woman who now chooses to leave her husband and go with her two children, is struggling with flour and various ingredients to make cakes

He wanted to try his luck to sell cakes around his current residence

The woman now lives far away from where she used to live, she wants to start a new day in the city

He thought the money in his savings would be used to open a business but what power turned out Galang very selfish.after the departure of Dila that night Galang immediately blocked all Dila ATM with the intention that the wife felt can't live without his help.

"let me help my son." said Rini as she grabbed a spatula held by Dila to fry a fan-fried banana.

"thank you buk....." Dila then switched to making doughnuts.

Dila assisted by her mother continues to struggle in the kitchen making cakes that will be sold by Dila later

A drop of tear escaped from the eye of Bu Rini because he saw the path of life full of twists and turns experienced by his daughter, he immediately wiped his tears to be invisible to Dila because he did not want to the young woman thought

At six o'clock in the morning all the cakes are ready to be taken by Dila to sell around, he also left alby and thalia to his mother and father

Albi is already in grade 2 Elementary school while Thalia lives a few months away he is also time to enter Kindergarten no doubt Dila must really extra work to be able to finance her two children and also her parents which he took with him at that time

The scorching heat of the sun does not dampen the spirit of Dila to collect the rupiah coffers so that the tube will not be drained by him just for daily needs

"cake ...kue...kue...kue.." cried Dila at that time as he passed through a row of houses that most of the residents were preparing also to pick up sustenance.

"mbak ....kue.." shouted a green veiled woman towards Dila who had passed her house.

Dila immediately turned around and approached the woman

"sell the cake." asked the woman.

"yes, what kind of cake?" ask Dila

"what the hell?"

"two thousand.mau how many mbak"

"oh..buy twenty thousand mbak, mixed yes" immediately Dila also put eleven cakes with various types into a plastic bag that he provides

"this I prefer one mbak itung-itung for promo , may you like the same cake so that tomorrow will buy again" said Dila with a sincere smile from her lips

"thank you mbak.. insyaallah must buy again because if the morning is complicated if you have to cook"

Dila also smiled in response to the woman's words and after that he was ready to continue selling

The woman went home with a smile on her lips, at least the results of her sale today will be enough to buy her family's stomach tomorrow

Accustomed to living enough since marriage with Galang makes Dila was a little surprised by the changes he must experience now but at least his heart was calm without having to think about a husband who did not sincerely love him

But not with thalia, Dila's daughter sometimes still whine asking to buy expensive food that she used to often eat while living with her father

Now for Dila just martabak that cost fifteen thousand is very expensive for him because he has not earned a steady income.

Dila's footsteps stopped at her doorstep when she heard her parents talking

"father is confident in the decision of the father.why not rent it anyway sir" sounded the sound of Rini's mother who was like tempting to her husband.

"but buk now Dila it needs the money. if the house we sell insyaallah can make Dila's capital sell....I think the father is good to sleep in that room, the father also ngintipin you make cakes in the kitchen" sir looks exhaled heavily and then spoke again

"the last few years Dila's life is enough and now comes like this father is afraid he is desperate or how is it buk, because the father is also wrong...I used to ask Dila to marry a man who did not have the heart.Papak thought gradually Galang will love my daughter sincerely but it turns out she is really a man....ah already the decision of the father has been round the father wants to sell our house anyway the house will also make Dila,"

Silence there was no sound even Rini's mom only heard exhaling her breath that sounded heavy

Dila's tears have soaked her cheeks, she does not want her family home to sell, however she will struggle to achieve happiness and success. No longer want his family to feel burdened with his suffering

"do not sell the house sir.." netra pak adji and bu rini was directly addressed to the owner of the voice that was in the doorway.

Dila walked up to his mother and father and put the basket he made to sell after he kissed the backs of his parents' hands alternately and sat across from them

"do not sell the house, we do not know what will happen tomorrow, but if only rented per month it is not papa but not for sale.... insyaallah Dila can still meet our needs even though we can not live luxury" said Dila with a vibrating voice, he wanted to feel crying in the arms of his father but he could bear so that the two bodies that were not young anymore did not feel too burdened with his pain

"but Dil.. maybe you can make a store or rent a stall so you don't go around like this, son, I can't watch you like this...."

"this father said what the hell... father embarrassed to have a child who stinks of sweat due to heat looking for money?"

"no shame...."

"yes already if so Darin Dila tried in his own way if someday Dila is not strong Dila certainly Dila will ask for help.... now Dila just ask please help take care of the children sir, ma'am "

"it's up to you if it's Dil...."

"oh yes ma'am.ini the results of the sale today, Alhamdulillah buk cake sells a lot only a few...."

"Alhamdulillah"

Dila smiled happily at the expression of her mother