The charm of Father-in-Law
Kartika
In Jakarta.
A woman whose age is no longer young but still looks beautiful, is struggling in the kitchen with some employees.
"This is the cake. Well, it must be kalis like this so that later the results of the cake are good and inflate perfectly," he said so painstakingly teaching his new employees.
"Bu Kartika, there is a man looking," said a female cashier in charge of guarding the store.
"Who, Ma'am?" ask Kartika, immediately wash her hands clean.
"Don't know, he didn't mention his name," he replied, immediately returning to the Shop as many shoppers today.
The shop consists of three floors. The first floor is for the cake shop, the second floor is for the baking kitchen, while the third floor is for Kartika residence so far. Although far from fancy but he was very grateful because he still had a place to shelter in the middle of the cruel capital.
Once in the sense of the hands are clean. Kartika immediately descended from the second floor to the store to meet the people who were looking for her.
"Tika," called a man she knew very well.
"Mas Fernan" she said when she saw her husband there. How could her husband find himself? In a month, she hopes she will never see the man again.
"I finally found you" Fernan said with relief, and from his expression looked very happy.
"Why come see me?" ask Kartika without further ado.
"Tika, I'm sorry. Forgive all my actions so far," said Fernan regretfully.
"I'm tired of hearing your apologies. I'm fed up! Better, you come back and never see me again!" firmly Kartika soon moved from there, but the hunt was held by Fernan.
"Your divorce papers will never be signed by me. I threw it away" Fernan said, blocking the hand of the woman who was still his wife.
This time Kartika did not want to be fooled by her husband's plea. The wound he had cut inside his chest was very deep and difficult to heal.
"You better go home. Improve yourself and introfection yourself, Mas. I'm tired of living with you. Living in endless suffering. Even your own daughter you hurt," said Kartika with two teary eyes, then let go of Fernan's cheques slowly.
Fernan silently did not answer. In his heart was an extraordinary regret. He is aware that without his wife and children, he is like a person who loses direction and purpose.
After saying that. Kartika soon left Fernan still silent. He walked upstairs, got into the room and locked it.
Like swallowing a bitter pill, Fernan immediately went from there, but before that he bought all the cakes in his wife's shop.
"So this father is Bu Kartika's husband?" ask the cashier who is preparing all the cakes bought by Fernan.
"Yes, if you know when this cake shop is standing?" ask Fernan.
"It's been a long time, sir. Maybe about five years," replied the cashier and Fernan nodded in understanding.
"May I ask you a favor?" ask Fernan.
"Solicit what please?"
"Please don't let Kartika know if I'm the one who bought all these cookies" Fernan replied, because he knew that his wife would never take any more money from him.
Without asking too many questions the woman is admiring, understand.
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