The Cost of Trust

The Part 173

Two o'clock in the afternoon we arrived at the shop. Aziz opened the door for me. Then swiftly, he covered my head and Diaz with both hands. Indeed, at this time the sun feels so hot. Mas Aziz took us into account. Is it appropriate for me to betray my husband, even in my heart alone this betrayal? Nurturing feelings that should have been buried long ago?

Mas Aziz embraced me and opened the glass boutique door.

"Dek, rest inside!", pinta mas Aziz.

"Yes mas!", I said.

"Good day Mas Aziz, dear Dian!", said Rani. Mama Farah's confidant takes care of this boutique.

"Good afternoon mba Rani. We went straight to the room!", said Aziz.

"Please sir, the report I've prepared at the table."

"Thank you Mba Rani!"

"Together with us."

"Mmbak Rani, sorry ...if the kids usually buy lunch where?", I asked.

"Owh.at warteg there mbak Dian." Rani pointed out to the outside of the boutique.

"Owh....!"

"Why Ma'am, do I want to buy food? Wear good food for mbak."

"Don't look at Rani. I miss the warteg cuisine. Any time ya anurap the same as jengkol stew?", asked me. The Rani I asked was dumb.

"Mbak...mbak Rani?", I patted her shoulder.

Keke face, his meal time is jengkol anyway? Inner Rani.

"Huh.iya there mbak. I'm sorry, I'm just in shock about Dian."

"I want to buy it there."

"Eh.. Let ob buy it mbak Dian!"

"It's okay, Rani. I am ordinary! Relax!", I passed into Aziz's room. He's struggling with mama's boutique financial statements. Since long ago, Aziz mas often help mama if mama is busy. Of course, outside of work hours Aziz in the old office.

"Why baby?", asked Aziz as I walked into his room.

"Diaz kan bobo mas, I'm nitip bentar aja. Can ya???!"

"Where are you going?"

"Lapers. Want to eat, but in warteg there. The kids love buying gold."

"Why didn't you tell ob?"

"Can't choose what side dish dong mas....!"

Mas Aziz let out a heavy sigh.

"Yes, but be careful."

"Ready machine....!"

"Eh, I want to too! How about a pack of two decks?"

"May also tuh. Let's be efficient, let's get rich hahaha....!"

"Not to be rich!", said Aziz lightly.

"Yes....! Yes wes Yo mas, I'm out first!"

"Yes." Yeah."

I also came out of Aziz's room. Several times met with boutique customers who were choosing their clothes.

Mas Fai same mika why has not come yet huh? Didn't they ride a motorcycle? Should have arrived earlier.

But yes, wes. Not my business either!

I walked towards the warteg. There are some Aziz mas employees who are eating there too. Indeed, his usual lunch break was on the switch.

"Mbak...I want a serving of rice, fried chicken with one chest, continue ..there is no mba anrap?", I asked.

"There's mbak!", said warteg.

"You need to use anointing. Em...kalo jengkol stew?"

"Former, there is a stew of tofu.!", replied mba warteg.

"Well, that's okay."

Warteg wrapped the food I ordered.

"Eh..sorry mbak, same sweet iced tea two yes!", I said again. And after a while, my food order was also completed.

"How much is everything?"

"Es tea two. Rice same chicken, fifteen thousand. Urap three thousand, stew knows three thousand. So it's all twenty-nine thousand."

"It's mbak. The rest to pay mas and mbak the three of them, if still less they who add their own yes."

Mbak warteg also stammered.

"Oh yes, thank you!"

I left the warteg.

"Mbak Jum's...Piro?", shouted one of the ob.

"Udah was paid the same mbak-mbak beautiful earlier who wore a pink hijab. Huh.the guy!"

Compact, the three of them looked in the direction that warteg pointed.

"This is still the remaining fifteen thousand? What do you want to take it stored here?", asked mbak warteg.

"Here you are!", replied the man.

"Yes already ,rejeki son of Soleh is mah!", said the other guy.

While the girl was watching closely who the woman who wore the pink hijab was and entered the boutique parking lot. The girl had seen the security guard lowered his face when greeting the woman earlier.

"Yes Allah..bro! Our boss's mom!", squealed the girl.

"Bu Dian, Aziz's wife?", asked the first man.

"Who else."

"Disturbed, there's another boss at the dong boutique!" said the girl.

"Ahhhh..iya..iya! Maud...Jum...kank you yes..!", shouted the three of them.

That's the one with the boutique? Just found out. How to buy gini-rich warteg food? They are beautiful, friendly and kind. Inner mba Jum.

I entered the shop again. My eyes were stunned to see someone standing at the receptionist. That's mas Fai . I'd better pretend I didn't see it. I'm sure Mika is trying on her clothes in the dressing room.

Quickly I got away from there. But my steps stopped when Mas Fai actually called me.

"Di... Diandra!", call Fai. I want to turn around like I just found out he's here.

"Eh.mas! When's come? it's been a while?", ask me a stale base.

"Yet. Just five minutes ago."

"Oh...Where's mika?", how do I get as serious as possible.

"In the dressing room."

"Where are we from?"

"That's.from. I'm the same Aziz I just wanted to eat."

"Warteg?", asked Fai.

"Yes. Yes I entered first yes.!", I said trying to leave her.

"Tunggi Di?!", Fai stopped my leg again.

"What else is it? Later if you have finished fitting clothes, enter the room mas Aziz." I tried to go back to Aziz's room.

"Wait for Di..!", Mas Fai pulled my hand.

"Apaan mas anyway, last ih.ngak delicious d see people. What else will happen."

Fai looked at me.

"Thank you!"

"Make?"

"Mica!"

"Why the same mika?", I asked while wailing to find the existence of mika.

"You've given me good advice. Encouraging mika."

So.because of that. That means....???

"It is my duty as a friend. Was I experienced first, right? What's wrong with sharing experiences."

"I know how you feel Di!", said Fai Lirih.

I tried to laugh even though my heart was broken.

"Heheh what feeling is it? I am ah. I am hungry. Excuse me!"

"Dian..!", he still called me. But I don't want to respond to him anymore. I don't know why my tears just escaped! But I hastily wipe away my tears, lest anyone see them. Especially Aziz or mika.

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What is ditangisin? Also called the past. Nope yeah? Everyone has their own destiny. Just live, iye kannn?