The Cost of Trust

Part 190's

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, we reached home. Aziz and I got off Fai's car.

"thank you for the ride!" said Aziz.

"Hem...!!", said Fai briefly.

"Thank you Rifai!", I said a little softly.

"Yes... Diandra?!", Fai was no less soft-spoken.

"Basic Lo, the same bini I just Lo can be soft so!" said Aziz ketus.

"Yes different, in the same match Lo ,gue can fight. The same with Dian? Kill myself!"

"Basic! People are not clear!", my grumble.

Finally Fai said goodbye. We entered through the side door. I saw Diaz being bribed, huh. I'd love to approach Diaz. Unfortunately, Aziz held me.

"Be clean first, just deketin Diaz dear!", mas Aziz took me into the house.

"But I miss the mas..!", my whine.

"Eat him, hunt for a bath. After that, new nyamperin Dias. May also be tired from the morning ngurusin Diaz."

I also nodded obediently.

"Well, I took a shower!"

"Yes. I want to go behind."

And after that, I took a shower. I was in a hurry to set up the Ashar prayer. It's past five o'clock. Next time, I'll pray in the office.

"Hun bath mas, will not pray ashar you?!", call me Aziz mas.

"Yes. Otw!", said Aziz.

I'm also heading to the kiosk. Diaz was so carefree to see my presence.

"Honey mom.....!!!", I immediately kissed her cheek .

"Here dear, you miss it!", after changing hands, Diaz cried spoiled at me.

"Cup...cup...kangen mommy huh?", I asked. Diaz's hand was looking for the source of her life in my chest. Apparently he wants to suckle. It turned out that even though I prepared the breast that I had pumped last night, Diaz still wanted it straight from the source.

"Sorry yes Mah.mbak ngerepotin Imah continues. You must be tired from the morning with Diaz."

I feel bad for Imah.

"What is mbak? Diaz Anteng from earlier. Not long ago bring it here. It was in the same house A Dadan , same Farhan, same mother too. Instead, we have Diaz, there's entertainment."

"You are so good, Mah!", I said.

"Don't hesitate if you need help, huh mbak."

I also nodded.

Suddenly from the inside, Aziz gave me a cell phone.

"Who's the mas?"

"Call from Neneng's tea!"

I also received his phone call.

[Assalamualaikum Neng tea. A kumaha?]

[Walaikumsalam mbak Di.]

[Kumaha tea, Aya teu anu arek gawe ti servant?]

(Where is tea, anyone want to work at me?)

[Em..kumaha! Em...teh neng kaditu wae her?!]

(Em.gimana yes. E...teh neng to that?)

[Hey? Sok mango atuh Mun kadiyeu mah!]

(Hey? Please come here)

[Muhun mbak Di. Ayeuna urang. Assalamu'alaikum]

(Yes to Di. Now I'm going there. Assalamualaikum)

[Guardiansalam]

The phone connection with Neneng tea was completed.

"why is Neneng tea deck?", asked Aziz who was sitting next to me. His hand rubbed the cheek of his son who was breastfeeding me.

Hayu has been busy serving buyers. I haven't even had time to say hello to Hayu.

"I ask for tea. Find someone to take care of Diaz."

"Continue?"

"don't know. That's why tea wants to come here.".

"Dek..kenwhy not nyari at the foundation. What is the legality?"

"If it's from the foundation, I don't have a problem either. That's your problem!"

"I? what am I causing trouble?"

"Mas, the name of the baby sitter from the foundation is clearly going to live here. Make help us. But you yourself do not like there are strangers living with us.Imah who is clearly your brother, you are ashamed. Uncomfortable. What if someone else?"

"Yes.we can use the former room of Imah."

"Yes. But either Hayu, or Faiz also needs a break in that room. Do the baby sitters want to share their place?"

"How do you think dong?"

"Yes.a time Neneng tea there are acquaintances who want to be her mother Diaz. He can go home, doesn't have to stay here "

"Owh.ya already atuh, mas mah follow you just how good."

The three of us enjoyed our time together. Diaz is still nursing, but still yes. I covered it with my hijab.

Hayu and Imah completed the task of serving the buyer earlier.

"Thank you, Mayu!", I said.

"Mbak Di you know... thanks wae.....! Wes, this is our job. Yo didn't Hayu?"

"Hooh!", said Hayu briefly.

Aziz and I looked at. Hayu started getting his jawir syndrom huh?

"You can follow the real Jawir Hay. No more looking at the German indo. Because most of the slang is the same Jawir ", said Aziz.

Hayu laughed too.

"Where not to hear Imah. From the morning of the afternoon of the evening, it was Imah. Iyo ora Mah?", joked Hayu.

"Tenane is Hayu iki!!!!"

We joke by telling things. I shouldn't have been prejudiced by Hayu.

"Assynnya!"

"Walaikumsalam!", we said compact.

"Eh, Neng's tea!", greet me.

"Yes to Di."

"Where's tea?"

"Mbak Di, what if I am the one who takes care of Diaz!", Neneng offered himself.

"Teh Neneng?"

"Yes mbak Di. God willing, I can take care of Diaz."

"It's not tea. I believe it. What else is more experienced."

"Keus kunaon oruh?", Neneng was curious.

"Aren't they selling?"

"No, I'm not at. There is no capital. Plus, yesterday our son who was in the tea village was sick. My parents are in the hospital. I can't go home. Uh..even now, my husband Kang is speaking. Stone fired from his job."

"Astagfirullah....! So how are the kids?"

"Alhamdulillah has been brought home."

"Thank God then. By the way, where did my husband work? so what?"

"So ob, in Nugroho's boutique, you know Di. Unfortunately, my husband made a fatal mistake just to get the money to treat our son in the village. But yeah, it's nothing. Instead of being polikan , mending in fired right mbak Di?", asked teh neng.

Aziz and I threw each other a glance.

So, that ob's her husband's tea neng?He said he had to take the money for his sick son? My inner.

"Did the tea husband come here?", asked Aziz.

"There I called you, for a moment."

Neneng also approached Ujang who was on his motorbike.

"Kang, go there yuk."

"Arek naon?"

"Let's go with it!"

With a shaky step, Ujang approached the two people who turned out to be his boss at the boutique that had just fired him this morning.

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Hayo.... Ujang... meet the same two lovebirds nih.mau forward what backwards all of you?