The Cost of Trust

The Part 191

Neneng took her husband to meet me and Aziz mas. Ujang still lowered his head.

"Kang Ujang?", greet me. Ujang raised his face and his eyes looked at me.

"Mbak Dian...mas Aziz???", said slowly because he was very surprised.

"Tea knows them?", asked Neneng. Ujang nodded too.

O Allah, it turns out that the people who want to meet them? Should yes ...embarrassed to be like this? Batin.

"I do not know if it turns out that her husband Ujang tea neneng!" said Aziz.

Imah and Hayu back in busy with buyers. The two of them seemed not to understand the existence of my guests so busy.

"You answer yourself, how do you know Ujang with us" Aziz said.

Ujang looked at his wife with a look of I don't know ....

"Neng..mas Aziz is the same as Dian...bos in the boutique!", said Ujang .

Neneng was shocked to hear her husband's confession.

"Yes Allah.kang.!", Neneng closed his gaping mouth to his surprise.

"Mas..mbak ..please excuse my husband!", said Neneng.

"We're sorry for tea!" said Aziz. I also agree with a nod.

"Masyaallah, you are very kind. I was so embarrassed to ask for a job with Di" said Neneng lowered his head.

"Why should I be ashamed?", I asked.

"My husband. What if because of the mistake of my husband, you guys.", Neneng's words were cut off.

"We are fine tea!", said mas Aziz embracing me. And I just nodded too.

"Yes, tea neng help Dian keep Diaz. But early in the morning I was here. We go home and wait for us to come home from the office. We deliberately nyari who can go home, not nginep."

Neneng's face was shining.

"What is it?", asked Neneng.

"Take care!", replied Aziz.

"Oh Allah, thank you..m.ba.!", Neneng cried out. As for Ujang, he was silent. She felt ashamed and guilty for my family.

"If you're your own kang Ujang, what's the plan?" my many.

Ujang also shook slowly.

"Can you drive?", asked Aziz.

Mas Aziz nanyain kang Ujang can drive anything? What...mas Aziz wants to be our driver?

"Can mas. I also have his SIM" replied Ujang timidly.

"Dek, what if Ujang becomes our driver?", Aziz asked me. I also widened my eyes.

"Huh? Driver?", I asked to repeat.

"Yes. I don't want to take Fai or Julian. I'm just afraid, can't help you go anywhere if you suddenly have some business, right?"

"But if I have to, I can also bring my own car, right?"

"Yes the deck....!"

Ujang and Neneng looked at each other to see a husband and wife who were arguing.

"Em. Kang Ujang Dateng went to the office. Taroh his CV in HRD. Kang Ujang wants to be ob again?", I asked.

Ujang also looked at me.

"But mbak...i am....!"

"Udah, we've forgiven kang Ujang. But next time, please don't do that again. Don't let the mistakes we make hurt others."

"Yes mba, mas.!", Ujang looked down.

"Yes, tomorrow morning when I go to the office."

"Which office is mbak?", asked Ujang.

"DWP group office", I answered briefly.

That big DWP office? ujang batin.

"Kang Ujang knows the building right?" asked Aziz.

"Know mas. Who does not know the company", Ujang began to control himself.

"But mbak...if I suddenly went there to meet HRD.........is indeed opening a vacancy?", asked Ujang again.

"Say a recommendation from me or Aziz mas."

Ujang nodded too.

"Oh yes tea, if you can start tomorrow teteh here at six. No objection?", I asked.

"Really mbak? Alhamdulillah! No objection to it! Dawn ge teu nanaon mbak!," said the cheerful neneng.

Aziz and I smiled. Being able to help them is our own happiness.

"Yes Allah mas.mbak. And... I'm so sorry I made a mistake with you guys."

Ujang.

After chatting, they went home.

Hayu and Imah approached us.

"So, the neng tea husband who became the video recorder?", asked Imah suddenly.

"You know mah?" asked Aziz.

"A Dadan said that."

"What brand?", asked Hayu who was sitting behind Imah.

"Recording the scene triggers a household rift!", said Imah.

Hayu just scrunched his forehead. Me and Aziz just smiled.

"Eh, that's a new Hayu charger that hasn't been packed!" says Imah.

"Yes, I want to pack Imah.!", Hayu also approached the pile of cardboard near the cashier table.

"Udah wants Magrib, we go in first!", I say to Imah and Hayu.

They just say my words with a nod.

"Second, let's order dinner."

"No need to mas. Next time, the vegetables are in the fridge. Honey if it's not cooked."

"But you're tired of the deck.!", Aziz grabbed my shoulder.

"There are you. Then just ask for a plus-plus massage.!", I said with a blink of my eye.

"Are you seductive???", he asked me to swallow my chin.

"The husband's own fashion doesn't matter?"

"Well! Right! The sentence will increase!"

"What's that?"

"Yes that. Punishment because you don't believe the same, and punishment is tempting!"

"Ish.where is it!", I thumped my mouth.

"Just one more."

"What?"

"The punishment for last night made the mas play itself!", he said before me.

What the hell is this ???? Crazy about my husband! Really ask for it in Rukyah!

Not how many lam azan magrib reverberated.

"Sir, mas to the mosque behind ya."

"Yes mas. Diaz is also a bust!"

Mas Aziz approached us.

"Diaz..kok this hour bobok anyway? This false address is midnight!", said Aziz annoyed.

"Why is it a mas?"

"If the nights wake up, cancel dong mas give the same punishment you deck!"

"Yes Allah, the new three-night holiday has been so jarring. It used to be okay for weeks. In fact, I was often denied the time to ask for my rights!"

"Dek ..do not ingetin it again. I feel guilty about it....."

"There went to the mosque. Iqomah hunt"

"Yes.iya..mas road now. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalam."

I put Diaz in the stroller. And I also took wudu.

I prayed magrib with Diaz near me. After all, when a magrib is like this I must not leave this little Diaz alone. Moreover, he fell asleep.

Apart from hereditary myths that are still believed until now yes. But according to my logic, a baby this small must be waited for.

Almost half seven, Mas Aziz came home.

"Dek, look after Diaz you cook it."

"Ready boss!", I said as it passed.

But just getting out of the room, Aziz grabbed me.

"Mas kangen....?!", he said sulking.

"Yes, later on. Now I have to cook."

"Kiss first.... just a second.!", he said seducing me.

Basis..big baby!

Cup.I kissed her cheek. And immediately ran towards the kitchen. If I said kiss the lips, already made sure to fail to cook!

"Dek.....!!!!", call Aziz upset.