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Friend gathering

Not long after the arrival of Ilyas, there also arrived two married couples. They approached a new couple sitting at a special table of six people.

Like a small reunion. Everyone hugged each other, with a pretty decent appearance making Ilyas pangling.

"Weeeh, Gus.." said to the man with Koko a gray robe, next to him also no less make Ilyas shake his head.

The wives shake hands. Get to know each other before sitting in their seats.

Almost thirty minutes waiting, Ilham came with the help of his employees, carrying a tray. In his treat squid mixed with clams and shrimp cook Padang sauce. Gurame sour sweet, shellfish, as well as some other fried-fried menu. Not to forget also, six glasses of drinks that were offered by Ilham.

"Royal really Mr. hajat, MashaAllah.." sneered the man with Koko gamis earlier.

"It's for se-RT. Much, really?" timpal Ilyas saw some of the menus presented in front.

"Let's know which one you like best." Chuckles.

"Well, sit here, Ham. Don't be rich people eat chicken. Antum must also eat–" said the other man who greeted their laughter.

"Haha, thoyib..." Inspiration took another seat, sitting with them.

While tasting the food they presented they also had a light conversation. Remembering the lecture period, as well as the activities when they were still activists.

For Qonni himself, it was actually no stranger to those men. Because they were his old brother. One of them had come at her wedding with Aaron.

"By the way, rame is also a Antum store. Just opened?" ask Ilyas curiously.

"It's open here, Yas. But actually, at home tuh Ane's wife already there's five annual nerima catering."

"Five years?" Asked the man next to Ilyas half in disbelief.

"Yes, from a girl. He likes to cook people, especially Umminya many acquaintances. So often accept seafood orders that."

"Ooo..." Simultaneously mangosteen.

"Well, only this year has capital been collected. Finally, Ane can open it herself. But tetep— wife who mix spices."

"Yes.iya.sip is. Returning from Qatar immediately slamming the trade steering," led men who use casual suits to trigger their laughter.

"Well, Ane's goal is to work a year in Qatar because of this. Want to develop a wife's home business," he replied later after muffling laughter.

"Can, gitu— only a year?" Ilyas' gaze led seriously, as interested.

"Could, because of that contract. You see, Ane was only a substitute for workers who were on leave at that time. That's why it's not long."

"Oh, really mean, it has to be more, right?" Ask the guy who uses Koko's robe.

"Yes that. Minimum of three years. But if it's three years, Ane's wealth is not at home. Understand, just a year it feels like I want to go home again."

"Kor sih.. kita-we who have married must understand."

"Well that. After all, it's nice to live in a country of people, it's better to own a state. Maybe there's a big paycheck. That if brought to Indonesia, Ane agreed. But if I use it to live there. Just as rich UMR Jakarta is used for living in Jakarta."

"Agree.. agree," Ilyas said.

"By the way, don't you open private anymore, dong?" ask a casual looking man who is still cool to enjoy his air.

"While Ane closes first. Time and energy are limited" he replied.

They are compact mangosteen. While Ilyas switched to sipping his Fresh Tea.

Putting down the glass, the man in minus glasses turned towards Qonni who was sitting next to him, at the very corner close to the wall.

He was worried about the conversation even so ignore Qonni who was actually cool eating fried oyster mushrooms flour.

"A meal, Mas" he said, offering, which Ilyas smiled back at.

"Enak, right?" tanyanya softly, because it lost with the laughter of other friends.

"Yes, savory.not a mild mushroom flavor that is a bit languid too, Mas."

"Emmm.., where are you, I'd like to try." The man opened his mouth, which immediately in response, Qonni directly inserted the chrispy oyster mushroom into the mouth of her husband.

"Enak, right?"

"It's delicious..," she replied in agreement.

"Duuuuh, new hostess in the corner. Udah, feel the wall all we mah," ledek one of them. To make the man with glasses turn his head while laughing.

They continue to satap tonight with pleasure. Fresh Seafood ingredients, making this processed into more delicious. Can not be denied, the taste of Padang sauce is thick is also not canned. Worth it, if this menu is the best seller here.

Still continue the chat, even though the store has begun to quiet. Even the cooking utensils have started to be cleaned. Signs the shop will close because the time is getting up late.

"That's ten and a half, here. Anna has to stay away" said Ilyas.

"Yes, Anna too." The man with Koko the robe agreed.

"It's still not so late. But, thank you very much. Don't forget to come again."

"InshaAllah..." Ilyas smiles.

"Well, how much?" Ask one of them.

"Apaan, the price, '" Reject Ilham.

"It doesn't want to be free. The food is as much and as good as this."

"Yes, Anna agrees. We pay, Ham," said Ilyas.

"Eh, this Antum-Antum is the one who invited. Pegimane. Rich as who."

"Oh God, really, Ham. Honestly, we're not good."

"No, no, no, good cat! Ribet very, in love free even want to pay everything. Then count-count-calculation," he said with a laugh, Ilham really seriously invited his friend as a bagyakuran.

"Yes, we pray that the shop will continue to ripen." Ilyas patted the shoulder of the man next to him.

"Aamiin, thank you. Everyone.., it's a pity that Haki didn't come."

"Again in the village, son?" Ask a casual looking man.

"Yes. The possibility of not knowing when. His mother's sick."

"O Allah, may Allah lift his sickness" said Ilyas.

"Aamiin," they say almost simultaneously.

After hugging each other, they also agreed. Inspiration and the wife drove to the front of the store. And, among Ilyas' friends who came all drove the car. Yes, only Ilyas came by his motorcycle.

The man put a helmet on his wife's head. The sound of horns rang out from the two cars that started to go backwards.

"Be careful, Yas." Still waiting, Faithful Inspiration stood with his wife.

Ilyas honked, before he finally drove. Leave the shop that was just opened.

...

On the way, Qonni looked up at the increasingly quiet road. The light from the street lights occasionally hit his face as it flashed.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Mom?" gasp.

"Sorry, yeah."

"Sorry why, Mom?" Leaned his body, so that more sound Ilyas.

"I'm sorry, because Mas still ngajak you walk on a motorbike."

"Oh my God, Mas Ilyas, what's the matter?" The woman returned her face. While Ilyas's hand was raised while grasping Qonni's hand, kissing him.

"Mas promise, will try. Love comfort to you, Nisa, and her sister Nisa if Allah loves sustenance again."

Qonni smiled faintly, responding to the latter's words.

"By the way, you don't want to have a son from Mas?"

"Why should I ask. There are— people who refuse the windfall of children, so?"

"No, dear." Back to kissing Qonni's hand. "Mas is actually worried that you're not ready because Nisa's a kid."

Qonni flinched, with lips exhaling. He actually agreed, with the words of Ilyas. Nisa is too small to have a sister. However, if he refuses, he does not appreciate Ilyas.

"Don't be too thoughtful. I just ask. I appreciate your body, which will contain and suckle it. Now, just focus on Nisa, yeah."

Qonni nodded. "Yes, Mommy" he answered later.

Ilyas exhaled slowly. Although already feel the first husband-wife relationship, and forget to immediately water the fertile land. He hopes there is still a chance. Because of his wife's kasian if you have to get pregnant again. However, if the sustenance comes sooner. He was ready to help his wife take care of two children.