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Zifa and Bima stopped at a supermarket not far from Zifa's house. Zifa looked at Bima confused as the man followed her down from her car.
"So wait here!" zifa. Bima shook her head "No! Do you want me to wait a long time in the car? I'd better come with you"
Zifa chose to give up. The girl then entered her designated place and began to choose the materials ordered by Ningsih while Bima continued to follow her.
When going to pay at the cashier, Bima instead gave her credit card to pay for Zifa's groceries. Zifa intended to refuse, but seeing Bima's sharpening gaze made her blur. The cashier who looks still easy even smiles himself when he sees this.
"Mas is just as sweet as his interaction. Rarely, there is a man who wants to accompany his girlfriend shopping. I became a baper to squirm it" said the Cashier made Zifa shake quickly.
"We're not going out!" errativeness.
"Ooh, husband and wife huh? Ah, romance!"
Zifa shook her head more, she would open her mouth again but the cashier instead said "My prayers are good Ma'am, so I can have a husband who is similar in nature to the husband of Mbak!"
"But..."
"Next queue!" said the cashier while handing over Zifa's groceries earlier made Zifa go straight from there. He was a little upset at the cashier who seemed to say that he and Bima were a couple. Even more annoying, Bima was cool to watch them with her flat face without helping Zifa explain.
"Sir why don't you tell the cashier that we're not a couple?" ask Zifa annoyed.
Bima even shrugged her shoulders chuckling "Not important!" the answer.
Zifa snorted, typical of a Bima. Never cared what people said.
When he arrived, Bima told Zifa to come first and he brought Zifa's groceries. Zifa again snorted, just from the supermarket to Zifa's own grocery car that was carrying. Hmh! Does Bima want to look face to face in front of her parents?
"Asalaamu'alaikum!"
"Wa'alaikumsalaam!" answered Ningsih and Juna who had just come out of their room, maybe the couple finished praying maghrib because the maghrib prayer time was finished.
"Wa'alaikumsalaam! Uh, is there Bima's son too?" pekik Ningsih was a little surprised.
"Yes Auntie!" Bima put the groceries in her hand for a while and greeted the two beaks.
"It's a long time ago, you didn't come!" Ningsih.
"Yes. Accounts only met Om several times outside, even when there is an office business" said Bima and embraced Juna.
Zifa glanced at the lazy three. He then stepped up the stairs leaving three people chatting as if forgetting his presence there.
Finished bathing and changing clothes, Zifa went down to dinner. He was surprised when he saw that Bima also participated in dinner there. Zifa thought Bima had come home from earlier.
"Well, here's what I've been waiting for. Speak, we're hungry!"
Zifa just rolled her eyes lazily hearing Papa's words. He recalled a long time ago, where Bima seemed to be a biological child and he became a sidelined child. Even Zifa used to brand Bima a usurper. It turned out that now it was still the same, the man was always welcomed by his arrival by Zifa's parents.
"Do you have to eat dinner at your house?" zifa's rhetorical question made Ningsih and Juna glare at her.
Bima smelled his smile "No. I'd rather have dinner here. You see, in a quiet house, there was no one but me"
Zifa actually felt a little guilty to Bima, but she really did not like the presence of the man. Errata, not disliked but uncomfortable.
"After all, I miss your Mama's cooking. Kangen is also the same atmosphere of our eating as before when I often stop here"
And Zifa, instantly speechless not knowing what else to say. Zifa cursed herself who was always silent when Bima reminded them of the past.
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