The Cost of Trust

Suitable to be sister

"Here's why the show hugged him!", mas Aziz sulked.

"Ciye ngiri.ciye.", ledek Imah.

"Why? want to change?", my ledek.

"Dih... What.Gak lah.Emang again that reality show?Big NO!", said Aziz.

"In, since when is your husband like this?", asked Mama.

"Since associating with Imah ma, strange contagion." I said.

"Have a son!", said my husband.Yes, indeed since the presence of Imah in this house the humor of Aziz is much better.

"Emang I'm a freak opo anyway mbak?" said Imah manyun.

"Sir.Amit..amit..baby branch, you don't get rich that's a whiz mom!", I caressed my distended stomach.

"Hits champ?Granddaughter of a hotshot mama?Thank goodness." Now the mama who showered me with kisses and warm hugs.Did mama really have changed?

"Sheath ma.", I answered.

"Okay..basal mama-mak." said Aziz popping his mouth.

"Eh.mas, I belom mama-emak you know." Imah.

"Yes, but she was once the wife of people.Have mother-mak dong!" mas Aziz said he would not lose. Okay, so they both fight that way. Worth it, every time they fight I see something in common with them. And.this is the answer.Because they are brothers.

"Have you ever been a wife?Wait...wait...kok you can stray here huh?", asked mama.

"The story is like this Ms. ..", I want to repeat the story .

"Auntie....Oh, not Mom." said Mama.

"Honey, lmas to the room first yes.Capek want to rest.You guys just talk first." said mas Aziz passed.

"Yes mas."so good, I was angry this afternoon because I met Lili again.

"Oh.iya Aunty.I mean that."

Then Imah tells the beginning of his marriage and until finally working here. And, I fell asleep in a sofa with a sitting position.Entah afterwards, what Imah and mama screwed.I did not hear it.

I woke up when azan magrib was reverberating.

"Astagfirullah.", I woke up in shock.But now I've been lying in bed. That feeling I was sitting on the couch?

"Capek really yes deck?", asked Aziz who was neat with his clothes and sarongs.

"You didn't wake me up anyway?", I said going to the bathroom.

"Slow down the deck.Don't rush that."

I also took a quick shower, and then performed the magrib prayer by myself.Because Aziz mas must have gone to mushola.

I long my dhikr, until Aziz came home from mushola.She approached me, then rubbed my stomach while peeking the top of my head.

"Darling.you know no.Tadi, your mother bobo on the sofa" said mas Aziz.I pinched his arm.

"Aw..", he choked.

"Why don't you wake me up anyway mas, mama where?Keep on, I can suddenly wake up already in the room?", my cerocos.

"One-one reason why he asked.Mama has come home, it was mas asked nginep.But mama said, want to settle the house first.Kan has long been in residence.Mama also story, Mba Imas already married to Surabaya.Unfortunately he ga Ngabarin us." mas Aziz said.

"Keep, how do I move here?", I asked.

"Digotong Imah same mama!", he said getting up from his seat.

"Then anyway?The power is impossible!"

"Yes obviously not possible.Indeed who else is strong to lift you if not your mas?", he asked back.

"That's right...I'm heavy huh mas?", I asked.

"What's the answer? You're saying I'm fat, aren't you?".

"Gak.Mas didn't say anything.Kan mas said powerful mas lift you.Berati not fat really, but..gendut doang."answer while laughing.

"Iihhh.kamu mas!", I said pinching his stomach which was now slightly bulging.

"Mas, your stomach is also now big you know. Nih, the fat is furrowed.the folds can be counted.Hahahha." replace me who laughs at it.

"That's because you're decking.Anything you eat is not finished, the gold is exhausted."

I smiled mockingly.

"So, who's fat?", I asked.

"Yes, the fat one."

How long we never joke like this until our laughter comes off.

"Tadarus bentar ya.Sambut azan isya."

"Every boss!", I also read my holy book.We read the same letter.Surat Yusuf.Maybe.

Along with I saw azan isya, our tadarus was over.Then we prayed together.

"Dec, mas ahead huh" he moved from his seat.

"Yes, I'll follow!''.

"Don't, you just rest.Kasian Dede's a belly, a tadpole."

"No mas. Don't worry!", I said.

"Yes already. Go ahead first.You just eat!".I nodded, instead of hearing him who was now good at nagging me.

After Aziz died, I went to the kitchen. Eat rice with potluck.

It's past 8 o'clock, Aziz still hasn't returned home. I better go to the kiosk. I've been sleeping since this afternoon. My energy is better.It turns out the kiosk is indeed crowded.Has fast he has not returned home. I took the initiative to help Aziz and Imah.Kulayani as much as I can our customers.

Finally. around 9 o'clock, the stall began to quiet down. The three of us breathed. Alhamdulillah for today's fortune.Bisa holiday, meet mama, knowing that it turns out Imah is not someone else.

"Alhamdulillah, the windfall of Soleh's children" said Aziz calculating the income of the stall that had just opened the magrib.

"Alhamdulillah." said I and Imah together.

"Well, it turns out...kamu it's not someone else for mas Aziz how about if you move into it?".

"Hahaha.ngak mba.I'm here. I'm used to being comfortable here." replied I'm relaxed.

"I'm sorry ma'am, if the treatment has not been good with you" I said.

"It's not good what the hell mbak.Mbak tuh me well, not rich that it..tuh.", said Imah pointed to mas Aziz with his chin.

"Sopan dong.Sama boss!", said mas Aziz stylized.

"Sakarepmu boss.!" said Imah with a laugh.

"Already dong mas, you're brothers are both old don't get rich boy deh like to fight."

"Who started trying the deck?!", once ketus mas Aziz.

"Udah.already. Why.mau ya move inside." persuaded me.

"My most beautiful mother, I'm sorry. But really, I'm more comfortable here. So feel like you have your own home. Hehehehh.", he said.

"Well, I won't make it."

"Close the kiosk mah.It's late at night, tired of you too" said Aziz.

The stall was finally closed. Can not be denied, the melting taste has indeed whacked our bodies.