The Chosen Heart Part 2

She Again?

Lebaran just counts the days. Preparations for the celebration of the day have begun. A tradition that is never missed is to make a variety of pastries, and the idols must be nastar and kaastengel.

She remembers when she was a child. Because he grew up in the village, every day Eid al-Fitr mama usually make a pastry ala kampung. There is the name onion cake, flower shake, fried beans, cork cake, ketapang seeds, and the best is rengginang, which is crispy savory, Isna's favorite. and that is not a type of pastry but is usually always at the house of Isna, sweets kolang-kaling.

But this time Isna wants to invite Pri to make a pastry-style shop. The first stage makes nastar.

" Buy it Neng. If you make yourself tired." Dani had protested when she saw Isna wanted to bother making cookies.

" Sttt.. silence . Aa, I'm fine." Isna held her index finger in front of her mouth.

" Aa's afraid of Neng's soy sauce."

" Ih, there's Pri." Isna glanced at Pri. Which glimpsed is engrossed in weighing flour.

" Are you sure it's good?"

" Eh, haphazardly. Delicious dong, testable. Don't under estimate, huh? "

Dani widened her smile. " Alright, please prove it."

" Yes, I'll prove it."

It turns out that making pastries is not a difficult job, but it takes time. Though the dough that Isna made was only three-quarters of a kilogram of wheat flour, but they had been two hours struggling with the rice dough, and it seemed that the dough was not reduced at all.

Incredibly, long time too.

Dani who is on work holiday must be willing to bengong alone, he said,

Finally he followed in the kitchen, helping to form the nastar. But, even got the nagging of Isna, because the shape of the nastarnya big, like a pia cake.

" Already, Aa play there. Don't need to help. It's so absurd." Isna drove out her husband fiercely. Nastarnya so not compact shape.

" Yes, Aa play it. Don't miss it?"

" Yes, don't miss, heavy. Let me just."

Dani laughed a little. " Drug of Love." Then leave the kitchen

" Sir Isna, I have not cooked to break the fast. How's it?" Pri's mother reminded Isna of her duty.

" Order only, Ma'am, don't cook. Let's finish this job."

Mbak Pri according. He went on to help Isna, forming a nastar dough.

Until the time of Ashar, they were still busy with their cakes.

Meanwhile, Dani, after the Ashar prayer congregation immediately continued his activities at the mosque, as the organizers of the event opened together.

It feels, waiting for something while doing something makes time run fast.

Maghrib's time is coming soon. The cake work is a little more. Isna took her cell phone, wanted to order food to break the fast.

" Assalamu'alaykum, "said the voice of someone greeting.

" Wa'alaykumussalam, " Isna answered.

That voice was Arif. Isna recognized him.

" Go in."

The sound of the door opening. Ariffun appeared before Isna who was in the middle room.

" Tea, there's a break from mom." Arif handed me a cloth bag that was quite large in size.

" What is this ?" Isna received the bag from Arif's hand. Then peek at the contents. There are food boxes in it. Isna took them out one by one, then checked them out.

" Thank God..." It turns out that the contents are compote salak seeds, risoles, potato meat stew, capcay, and fried catfish.

" Arif broke the fast here huh? Mother sent us food."

" I'm also loved, Tea."

" Oh."

" Yes, it's tea. I'm saying goodbye."

" Eh, yes. Thank you very much, sir."

After Arif leaves, Isna cancels her plan to order food. He called his in-laws.

" Assalamu'alaykum, mother."

" Wa'alaykumussalam, Neng. What's up, Gorgeous?"

" Thank you, the delivery has arrived. Incidentally, Ma'am Pri is not cooking today. I'm making nastar, help Isna."

" yes? Well, mommy wants to make one jar."

" Let's calm mother, anyway mother yearya until nastarnya to the mother's house."

" Oh yes, Lebaran will go to Surabaya. Come along?"

" I think it's fun too, Bund. But Aa didn't say anything yet?"

" Yes, this is a sudden plan. The plan of the mother actually finished praying Ied mother departs, tomorrow it's back again."

" Well, just a minute, bund."

" It would be a long time, but here the store nobody controls. Though certainly many visitors, because last year also so. During the holiday Lebaran the store is quite crowded. Mother's friend who used to be in the store wanted to go home to Bandung, wanted to marry her son."

" Yes, Isna can really, if you want to pray Ied with mom and dad, later after that just join the mother. Wanna?"

" Isna will talk to Aa ya bund."

" Yes, Honey. Where's Dani going?"

" In the mosque, bund. So the committee opens together."

" Oh. Yes yes, mother wants to prepare food open first."

" Yes, mother. Thanks again for the food, Bund."

" Together Beautiful."

" Assalamu'alaykum."

"Wa'alaykumussalam."

Isna hung up. Then back to the kitchen, approaching mbak Pri who apparently has completed his task. The last baking dish is finished in the roast.

" Thank you, Ma'am. Without Pri's help it's not necessarily finished ."

" It's normal, ma'am."

Isna took out the food she had just received from the in-laws, and placed it on the kitchen table.

" Who from, mbak?"

" Mommy, Arif who delivered earlier."

Pri Ma'am saw one by one the food boxes that Isna put on the table.

" Mother is so attentive. I was invited to go back to Surabaya Lebaran later. But I refused. I'd like to stay here, accompany Isna Tea."

" I was also invited by Mother. If I want, Pri's mom will be alone dong."

" If Isna's tea wants to join the mother, just follow the tea. I'm here, keep the house."

" Just come along. What are you doing alone at home?"

" It's okay, mak. If I come later troublesome mother, because the accommodation must be borne by mother. Not feeling good to me. Flight tickets are expensive."

" Yes too, Mother."

They talk while putting food on the table.

Coinciding with the completion of the food arranged, adzan maghrib was heard.

They also break their fast. Just two.

After breaking the fast with the compote of Anne's mother they both prayed together magrib.

" Eh, yes, the nastaran has entered all the jars?" Isna remembered the nastars she had made patiently.

" So there are still some who have not entered the jar.Still hot."

" Oh, it's cold for meureun."

(meureun\=maybe)

Isna tidied up her face, then went out the musholla, headed to the kitchen, to see the state of her nastar.

After making sure all the nastarnya is safe in the jar, Isna also out of the kitchen, now her goal is the bedroom.

Not to mention his foot stepping out of the kitchen his phone rang. There is a notification WA message.

Isna took her phone out of her dress pocket.

Open the incoming message. There are several messages, and one of them is from a number that is not in the contact list on his phone.

" Whose number is it?" Isna opened it, and the first reaction to seeing the message was to be surprised to see lightning in the clear weather.

" Good night, Mrs Dani Prasetyo. How are you? I Hope You always happy and enjoy your life."

By just reading that one sentence, Isna knew that the sender of the message was Anindita.

Isna's chest instantly rumbled violently. After so many weeks of no story, why now should he show his existence again?

What other stories would the woman share? Or even he will create a new story that will drain Isna's emotions?

But the message that came in was only one. Just so. Whatdoes thatmean?

Truly a woman who is not working, if Isna can comment calmly on her behavior.

How not less work? Send unclear message of purpose and purpose .

Isna trying to calm herself down . Isna must remain sane and think with common sense. Perhaps the woman's goal was to disturb her mind. Never let that happen. Isna strengthens the heart. Toh Dani is now her husband, Anindita is the past. Whatever Anin will do, Isna will try to keep her relationship with Dani.

Anindita's just a past time for Dani.

But, how difficult is it for a woman as beautiful as Anindita to forget a Dani Prasetyo?

Only Anin knew the answer.

Seriate

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