The Cost of Trust

The Part 279

"We stopped in front of the kiosk. Let's meet Hayu immediately."

"OK!", Stevan pulled his car over to the front of the kiosk. At the kiosk there was Hayu and Aziz mas who was behind the cashier's desk. Both got out of the car.

"Assalamualaikum!", I said hello.

"Walaikumsalam!", said Aziz and Hayu.

"You've come home, baby, eh.om Stevan?", said Aziz. Hayu who did not know his Daddy came also looked up.

"Dad?", greeted Hayu with a happy smile.

"Stev, Aziz? How are you?", asked Stevan while sitting on the customer's bench.

"Alhamdulillah good Om!", replied Aziz.

"Alhamdulillah, Stevi is also good Dad!", replied Hayu.

I was standing next to Aziz's mas, then grabbed the back of his hand for me to kiss.

Aziz rubbed the top of my head.

"Are you tired, baby?"

"A little, if you've met his tired mas ilang kok heheheh!"

"What a hell.gombal my wife!", mas Aziz menowel me.

"You learn from me !"

"It could be!", Aziz pinched my gnarled cheek.

Ehem. Makes us realize that we are not just the two of us.

"Sorry om.. release!", I said embarrassedly.

"Yes, I understand!"

"Om going to break the fast here, right? Shop this much food!"

"May, om also want to be the same girls!" said Stevan.

"Daughter?", asked Hayu.

Stevan raised his smile.

"Yes, Daddy's daughter. Stevia Winata and Diandra Saputri, Daddy's daughters!"

Hayu hugged his Daddy, while I? Don't ask, I feel overwhelmed at being considered a child by Daddy Hayu. The same thing, that her papa Mika said. Papa Umar's. Not just words, but they love me.

Aziz realized his wife's feeling of being moved. On his swab the wife's arm.

"All love you Dek!", said Aziz slowly. I nodded slowly. Then smile thinly.

''Yes, yes, Alhamdulillah. Thank you God!", I murmured.

"Sorry Om, we're staying nothing? Dian wants us to open together!"

"Don't Di, you're tired. Let me!", said Hayu standing up.

"Mbak Hayu temenin om Stevan. I'm not tired of it, later helped by Teh Neng!"

"Oh, yeah that's it."

I also pushed Aziz's wheelchair.

"Dwp same boutique already run all the Deck?"

"Alhamdulillah it is. So from tomorrow they can take a day off. Come in again on the ninth."

"Heum. Then, you confirmed to Revan about the control schedule?"

I was quiet for a while.

"Udah mas, but yes we can control the lunch hour as well. Anyway, we're praying it early in the morning."

"So, you mean Revan's not willing to shift the schedule?"

"I don't know, but yes. You must still come at a time that has been set before. After all, we don't really matter what day it is."

"Yes, I know. But it's not more so if we get together with the family?"

"Mas, after that we can still gather together. Instead, they were the ones on the kasian. Medical employees, police and all those who served on Lebaran day could not even join celebrate Lebaran because of the task they took. Apart from the duty of the state, also because of its humanity."

"Yes, deck. I should have been more grateful, could always be with you!"

"I'm the same!", I said as I stopped Aziz's mas in front of the dining table.

"To the room bentar ya mas. Change clothes first. Shower later after eating!"

Mas Aziz nodded, I headed for the room. After a few minutes, Diaz was with Aziz. Tea was busy preparing itself on the table. Apparently neng tea is also still able to cook.

"Da.da...nda...!", Diaz reached my hand.

"Cup...cup.. unfortunately mother.Kangen yes the same beautiful mother huh???!", my god.

"Beautiful, my wife is beautiful!"

"Eh, even the father who praised mother heheheheh!"

We laughed together.

"Tea to cook?"

"Yes mbak. I did not know that mbak Di will shop this much", said Neng.

"Hayu's Daddy bought tea."

"Owh..."

"We're bribing tiker for tea. Let it be nice and relieved. Who eats a lot."

"Ready man!"

Teh neng also held a mat. I helped neng tea prepare food on the mat. Not to forget I separated for mas Agus and mas Tino.

"Teh, please this anter ahead!", I handed over two portions of the same meal as I ate.

"Yes mbak!"

Tea also brings food forward. At the same time, hayu damar and om stevan emerged from the back door.

"Assalamualaikum!", greet them.

"Walaikumsalam!", both Aziz and I said.

They're closing in on me.

"We are lesehan again!" said Hayu.

"Yes, more freely!", I replied.

"I'm sorry, I'm on top of myself!" said Aziz.

"It's okay Ziz!" said Stevan.

Teh Neng had already returned home. Then he deftly made a warm sweet tea for all of us. Takjil om Stevan bought was lined up neatly on the mat.

"Teh, kang Ujang hasn't been there yet? Today is the last day of work before Lebaran!", I said to the neng tea on the kitchen table with me.

"Not yet. Maybe clean up first, will want a long holiday."

"Hum! Yeah anyway! Yes atuh, split up for kang Ujang. Kasian when he comes home there's no food."

"Muhun Mbak!", said Teh neng while taking some food and cooking that he cooked earlier.

"When do you want to go home?"

"If I'm going home, the car's atuh mbak In tea!"

"Cunaon?"

"Mbak must have been busy at Pisan. Not to mention Diaz, Aziz as well."

"Geez Tea, don't think about it until so much why. God willing, I can tea.Please!"

"Mbak Di ah."

"Not having a bad show. During this time the tea neng has been a lot to take care of my family. The children of the same old people in the village also miss the same Teteh!"

"Yes, it's tea!"

"Yes tea, go there yuk. Azan magrib."

"Yes Ma'am!"

Me and I brought some plates and some friends.

Just sat down, azan magrib reverberated. We all said hamdalah together. We hurried to cancel our fast.

While enjoying the existing takjil, occasionally heard jokes from amber to Aziz. And Aziz also seemed relaxed even though sometimes the mastic speech was a little annoying. Just try if Fai who talks like that, in the guarantee that the glass on the table will float in the air.

Tok.dok....

"Eh, who is it?", asked Aziz.

"Most mas Agus what mas Tino. Let me open the mas!", I also headed for the living room.

"Yes?", asking. I was surprised to find out who was coming.

"Hi!", greet him!

What does this guy want? How does he know where I live?

"What do you want to come here?"

"You didn't let me in?", she asked. But without me answering, he just walked in.

Astagfirullah! My inner.