Sharing Love: Sharing a Husband

Chapter 9

Zia is preoccupied with her routine at work, her efforts are increasing every day.

"Mbak, if this continues, your efforts will be more successful," said Mila.

"Hopefully yes, this is also thanks to you guys working seriously. Without you, this store would not be like this" Zia replied.

He is happy with the business he is living now, he can also help the economy of the orphanage that used to be his residence. What's more, the employees in his shop were his friends while still living there. He is grateful, and hopefully his efforts will increase rapidly and has branches out there.

When Zia was busy, Angga came back. But this time not to order a cake, he deliberately came there just to invite Zia to chat.

"There's a cake you want to order again, Mom?" ask Mila to Angga.

Instead of answering, Angga even frown like looking for someone. Of course Mila knew who the man was looking for. Before long Zia came over, they had a little chat, and Zia still used to think nothing of the man.

Until noon, Angga just returned from the cake shop. Her heart began to flowery because Zia could already be invited to chat even though their discussion was only about work and cake.

***

The next day, Angga came back. Twice his arrival was not about the cake he ordered, he ventured to get close to Zia.

"August, Mas?" greet Mila.

"Morning too?" She answered Mila's greeting, but her eyes wandered somewhere.

"Mbak Zia has not come yet, Mas," Mila told Angga. "Too early in the morning if you just want to meet him, because Mbak Zia must take care ..."

"Take care of what?" concluded Angga curious.

"I'm being honest, aren't I?" inner Mila. Finally, Mila did not tell the truth. "Just let Ms. Zia be close to Mas Angga, let there be new friends. Hopefully, their closeness makes Mbak Zia a little forget her problems with her husband."

"Take care of what, Mila?" ask Angga back.

Not yet Mila answered, Zia was already seen in the doorway.

"Ah, that's Zia's mother." Show Mila.

Instantly, Angga immediately turned his head towards the doorway. And sure enough, the hijab-wearing woman appeared there. Angga smiled at the wingless angel.

Zia approached the cashier, he placed the bag he was carrying under the counter. Zia was no wonder Angga's whereabouts were in his shop, because the man was customer number 1. Customers who have a lot of mode, without being known by Zia.

"Would you grab a cake, Mom?" ask Zia to Angga.

Angga shook his head in response. Zia frowned, she felt confused if instead of taking a cake for what this man was already in his shop this early in the morning?

"Deliberately passed by, so I just stopped by," she lied. He deliberately wanted to meet Zia.

"Have breakfast?" ask again.

"Already." Zia was a little uncomfortable with the work of Angga this time, she felt uncomfortable. But as much as possible he behaves normally, because this has not been about his personal problems. For a while he was still able to tolerate it.

"Darling, I brought this. I came here because of this." Angga showed a paper bag in his hand and placed it on the cashier's table.

"Next time, I don't bother." Not that she refused, but Zia did not want to be misunderstood by all of this. Actually, he also wanted to tell Angga that he was married.

But she remembered what her husband said before, no one should know this marriage but her mother. Because he married in a simple way. Unlike her husband's marriage to Camelia, Siri's marriage is widely known.

"But I don't feel bothered. I'm happy to do this, let's just say it's from a friend or a brother" Angga said.

"Yes, Mas. Mas's words have a point," said Mila. "Friends, Ma'am. It's not a sin to be friends" he told Zia.

"From the Mubazir, it's just for me, Mas." Pinta Mila while reaching for the paperbag on the table.

"Ah, yes I can, Mila. That's a lot of ko, can be eaten in a lot." Angga gave the cake to Mila, although her heart was sad because it was rejected by Zia.

***

Angga did not give up, every day he came to see Zia. Eventually Zia resigned, and accepted their friendship. Just friends no more, for Zia.

As the day was getting late, Zia intended to go home today. For some reason, the motor he used to use suddenly broke down could not be turned on.

Whether coincidentally or indeed Angga was waiting for Zia's return, the man approached Zia who was still in the parking lot in front of her cake shop.

"Is there a problem?" asked Angga upon his arrival before Zia.

"Eh, Mas Angga. Yes, suddenly the motor is tight and can not be switched on," replied Zia.

It was late afternoon and it was time to go home. All this time, he never came home late. And now, he could be late coming home if his bike still broke down like this.

"I'll just drive you home, how?" hagga.

Zia thought for a moment, otherwise going home now could be late. When he came home with Angga, he felt bad, how is this?

"It ... Don't think too much, come home. I'll drive you home, if I need to, I'll come into your house."

There is no other choice, finally Zia home delivered by Angga.

"Hmm, okay. Wait a minute then." Zia intends to meet Mila, but the girl first meets her.

"Already, Mbak went home with Mas Angga only. Motor let me take care of it." Mila had eavesdropped, so she knew what Zia was going to tell her.

"All right, thank you, Mila. Ma'am first then," said Zia.

Mila nodded, then she said something to the man who was going to take Zia.

"Mas Angga drove Zia's mother home, don't kidnap her first."

"It seems like a good idea, Mila. I'll kidnap your mother before I go home." Laughter was heard from the man.

And Mila laughs, the man is a little humorous until Zia is often made to laugh by him. Finally, Zia was brought home by Angga. On the way, the atmosphere suddenly quiet. Angga became a little misbehaved, his heart felt racing.

As much as possible he held back his feelings, because it was too soon if he revealed his heart now. Moreover, it seemed that Zia was indeed not easy to approach, she would be patient for a while.

Not felt, the car they boarded reached Zia's residence. Angga saw the house, a house that was quite very large, he did not expect Zia's house to be this big. Even Zia looks like a simple woman even she has never used a 4-wheeled vehicle.

"Thank you for taking me home."

"Yes, you're welcome."

Zia got out of the car and went straight into her house.