The Cost of Trust

Mas Sundanese

The event of hugging each other was over. Mas Aziz has returned from the voucher agent.

"Feel the embrace of Mulu!", said Aziz suddenly approaching me.

"What's the problem with elo?", joked Imah.

"Yo Ndak trouble to Yo.", Ahaz. The four of us laughed together.

"Yes, mama's coming home."

My mom moved out of her chair too.

"It's weird, the kids came and mom came home." Mas Aziz pretended to sulk.

"Yes.tomorrow if mom gets here again."

Then my mother said goodbye to me and Imah.Mas Aziz drove my mother to the gate.

"Jaga well mama's daughters yes. Especially tuh.candidate mama.Awas if you make a tantrum again.Mama teasing-mama your sampe modyar." Mama threatened me by imitating the dialect of Imah. Basic Imah, the influence in my family is great.

"Yes ma."

"Yes, assalamualaikum." Mom started driving her car.

"Getishalam."

Aziz returned to the stall to meet Dian and Imah who were checking Aziz's groceries.

"Mas, you want to pray first."

"Yes mas!", I answered while still cleaning Aziz's groceries.

"Oh yes mah, he said you want to meet your busiest friend. Don't you come here?", I opened a chat with Imah while still tidying up the groceries.

"Wis is mbak, I'm not dizzy with men.If emang Imah has a mate, then later also meet me again."And relax to respond to me.

"Hemm...why could that be? Didn't you say you wanted to meet yesterday?How do you change your mind?", I asked again.

"Yes is mbak.Ternatya he already married mbak. His wife went to Imah. Maki-maki Home. Diha...I've never met him."

I shuddered and shrugged her shoulders.

"Owh.ya already, the next time you are careful.Selective choose friends, whichever is about good to be friends with which is not. It's a big city, mba afraid that we can't keep you going."

"Don't say that ah mbak.Insyaallah Cemaat can take care of yourself. Just relax."

We also started joking around.

"Excuse me. Buy tea quota."There are customers already standing behind the storefront.

"Yes for a minute." Imah Lun got up from her seat.

"What pulse is it?", asked Imah.

"T*****tea cells. The 75th thousand."

"What vouchers are electric? It costs the same." May offers its products. It should be recognized that the shrewdness of a Faith in promoting its merchandise.

"Voucher for tea."

Imah also took the voucher that the buyer asked for.

"This is 75 grand."

The buyer also gave a hundred thousand pieces of money.

"Udah.kembali keteh aja!", said the mas.

"Make me mas?No need...!", reject Imah.

"Nothing, I am sincere."mas it keuekeh want to give back to Imah.

"But mas.".", Imah tried to refuse.

"Receive it, windfall is rejected." Mas Aziz appeared suddenly behind him. I also smiled if Aziz began to act on Imah.

"Yes tea, I'm sincere. But...can't I ask wa teteh?", said the Sundanese mas.

"Well... the edges of the mode right?" said mas Aziz.

"Let the hell be called a business!", I don't want to lose.

Imah and her mas look shy.

"I am not a stranger?" said Aziz.

"Yes mas. I sell soto noodles Bogor in the front alley", replied the mas.

"Owh.iya mas, I also new ngeh same si Aa", I said to mas Aziz.Si mas Sunda still smile.Don't be asked what kind of face Imah, red blushing.

"Where do you want to be given the wa number?", asked Aziz.

"Who am I?", asked Aziz.

"Kan mas Aziz masku?", Why put on a pretentious face kiyut.

"Yes it can." Mas Aziz chose to sit near my chair.

I saw Imah and Sunda mas exchanging wa numbers. It seems like Sundanese people are interested in Imah. Then Sundanese left our stall.

"What's the name mah?", I asked.

"Mas Dadan Ramdani mbak" replied Imah spirit.

"Owh.", sahutku and mas Aziz berasamaan.

"Why the hell?", let's start sulking.

"Don't dong. He is a Sundanese. Usually called Aa mah" I said.

"Owh...ngono anyway?", I asked.

"Iyo ngunu kuwi mah", I have begun to understand the language of Imah.

"Hahaha.mbakku..mbakku...mbakku. I lope yu pul", Imah hugged me.

The three of us laughed together. Suddenly something sounded but I don't know what it was.

"Mas..mah, don't you just hear what sounds?" my many.

"What the hell is that?You heard mah?", asked Aziz to Imah.

"No." the answer was short.

"Owh.maybe my feelings are yes.Yes already, I want to shower all prayer asar deh."

I stood up from my chair. Suddenly, there was water coming from my birth canal. It didn't hurt anything, but I couldn't help it seem to hold down urine.

"Yes Allah mas ..ini.".", I said faltered.

"Dec, why are you like this?Do you want to give birth?"ask Aziz to panic.

"Maybe it's also mas, it's called amniotic fluid." It seems to understand more.

"This.. signs want the birth of mah?", asked Aziz again.

"Yes mas. Yes, I've brought him to the hospital now!", Pinta Imah. The panicked Aziz was just pacing around.

"Mas! Even go back and forth. These are just signs. It's still a long process. Mending now, I prepare clothes Dede same baby has mbak Di.Has been gasket right?", asked Imah on Aziz mas.

"Yes mas. Instead of you pacing around like that, take it in the closet. I have prepared the mas. Clothes for me and baby Dede's shirt."

It is precisely me who is calm facing one of the birth processes of our first child.

"Yes.Mas take it now.Oh yes mah. Close the stall, keep everything important in the safe. Keep the keys in a safe place!", Aziz ordered.

"Yes mas!", Imah was busy closing the rolingdoor.Delivering our merchandise into a safe tucked neatly behind the cashier.

"Mbak, the key is to be stored mas Aziz aja yes.I also want to prepare my clothes items one set. Just be sure to mbak."He ran to his room which was right behind the stall.

"Where is it?", Aziz came to me with a bag I had prepared and his small carry-on bag.

"Here, you keep the keys to the kiosk vault in your wallet.Bring cash as well right?Same important documents?", I asked in succession.

"It's a dear."

Let's get close to me.

"Where are you going?", asked Aziz.

"You come with you. If it turns out to want to be born, Imah has brought a change of clothes so that it can jaganin mbak In the same baby Dede." The rewards are in Aziz mas.

"Who wants the hand of Dian, you follow the storm?", Mas Aziz stared in wonder with a carry bag Imah.

"What is the difference with Aziz?", it was Imah's turn to ask Aziz.

"No need to debate. So anterin I go to the hospital?", I asked the two of them.

"So..", replied Imah and Aziz kompak.

"By the deck, I carried it to the car?" said Aziz.

"I can still walk kali mas."

"Well, please hold a blanket in the back seat.Fear of water the water ngalir anywhere."It also takes care of me.

Mas Aziz locked the stall and the house. Checking the electricity and all the doors. Make sure that everything is safe.

Our car drove quickly to a hospital not too far from where we lived.