The Cost of Trust

Ductile expelling of feathers

"Come smart boy, apologize first to mama Feby!", pinta Imah on the prospective stepson of her lover. Ah. Belibet really call it right.

Farhan looked at Imah for a while, with a small nod from Imah finally Farhan extended his tiny hand to Feby.

"Sorry Farhan tent....!"

Feby's not budging.

"Darling, call mama not Auntie boy!", pinta Imah.

"But Farhan wants to call Auntie Brother Imah. Farhan does not want to have a mother, he wants to have a sister Imah!"

The sharp glances from Feby also seemed to intimidate Imah.

Dadan and Aziz looked at it.

"Take this fucking kid. Because he ruined my future. I don't care how he wants it!"

Imah, Dadan and Aziz stared in disbelief. Didn't he just rub his son's head?

"Astagfirullah mbak, don't talk like that. He's your flesh and blood. Nine months on your stomach sharing everything with you. If you really don't want to take care of Farhan, at least don't say the word inappropriate." Imah hugged Farhan who looked in shock.

"Halah.bocah hick, you don't have to look for a face like Dadan. Take aja sono. I don't care about Farhan or Dadan."

"Just talk to you Feby. You can insult me as much as you do, but never hurt Farhan."Dadan looks very angry.

"Patience!", Aziz tried to calm down.

"Rather than you make a fuss here, you better leave. Don't ever step on that honorable foot in the area."

"Whoa Lo hah forbid me! It's up to me to come here. I'm here too the intention is just to meet Aziz. Not Lo let alone Lo the hick boy!", Feby pointed at Dadan's face and then turned to Imah.

"Feby, go." Aziz still remembered it slowly.

"Aziz, I'm gonna stay here a lot. All these years I've been looking for Lo, I love Lo."

"Astagfirullah... You are too much Feby!", Aziz began to be unable to hold back his emotions.

"What's wrong?", suddenly Diandra appears.

"Who are you here, Diaz?", asked Aziz.

"Sama mama's. Mama came straight in, because mama saw the stall again rame he said."

"Hi ,Di!", greeted Feby without feeling awkward.

"Hi mbak!", replied Dian.

"Eh, there's this handsome Farhan. Why are you, baby, hugging sister Imah so? Well, Farhan why? How is his face so rich in fear?"

"That's mbak.", I'm confused about what to answer.

"Imah, Farhan was invited in. Mom brought chocolate cake. I'm sure Farhan likes it, can't he Dadan?", I asked Farhan's father for permission.

"Boleh mbak Di. But. actually, I want to go home to the stall. There was a message that the stall was crowded."

"Yes aja aja aja or Farhan here, if you ask to go home later can be delivered with Aziz mas." Aziz nodded as well.

Farhan and Imah joined hands towards the mother house.

"Udah... conferring her?", asked Feby again while holding his butt again.

Dad finally came home.

"Diandra, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah is good."

"Mas, you're waiting for mama. Let me stay here for a while. If it's crowded, I'll call you."

"But the deck, you haven't recovered yet baby!", Aziz rubbed his wife's shoulder.

"Calm down. I'm just sitting around too."

"Ehem..."Feby.

Aziz and Dian looked at each other understandingly.

"Yes already, go inside first. Call me later if you bother!"

"Remember.!", Aziz sauntered into his house.

"Oh yes, it looks like Feby has already filled the quota, huh? Someone wants to buy again, why is it still here?", ask me to start a conversation.

"So she wanted to see you with Diaz but Aziz said you're resting."

"Owh, here I am. Thank God they are still in health. Ma'am Feby there needs to be the same me?"

"Hem, not really, want to see Aziz doang" he said casually.

What did he say, want to see my husband doang? Is he delirious?

"Liat mas Aziz? Why is Aziz here?"

"Yes.pengen see only time can not. Just so you know yes Di. I have been trying to find out where Aziz is. I love to die with your husband."

"Astagfirullah..lost his love live dong mbak death?", my face I make as serious as possible.

"Lho.I didn't say that. Ma'am Feby will say love dies with my husband, yes I say that his love is lost means the death of dong! Is there something wrong with my words?"

"Loe...Lo...sama aja rich brother-in-law crazy lo it!"

"Huh? Is that it? It's 'just a cousin' my husband, you know Feby...."

"Whatever is.gue doesn't care what you say. To this day, I still love Aziz. Point!"

Yes, said the god. Feby's a resilient feather. Gatels. He wants to stamp Mulu. Must have a strategy to keep him the same Aziz. Even though Aziz said he did not want to make another tantrum, let alone the same Feby who he said had relatives of the hospital owner.

"Keep..munya mbak Feby how , try to tell me."

"Yes...I'm the same as Aziz."

"I'm sorry, this is the proof. I was talking to him, right?"

"Yes.tap.", Feby's speech stopped.

"Mbak Di, for vocers Telkoms* which is twenty-five giga mba!"

"Eh, yes, yes." I gave up the requested vocer. Then the man handed over the money.

"The price is still rich, isn't it mbak Di?"

"Still dong mas. Later if there is a change to be informed there!", I pointed to the price list near the rolling door.

"Ready at. Thanks yeah....!"

"Together mas...."

The buyer also passed.

"Mbak Feby still wants to be here?", I asked.

"Lo ngusir me?", snapped Feby.

"Oooopppsss casual mbak. Don't get me wrong. I noticed it a long time ago here. Not really bosen?"

"As far as I am !"

"Oh.yeah already if you still want here is all right."

I also intend to pretend to close my stall. Stacking up the plastic chairs near me.

"Lho...kok tidied up?", asked Feby.

"Yes mbak. There is my mother-in-law. Kasian or if it's in grapein."

"Yes, why don't you let me in and talk to Aunt Farah?"

"Hahah.mbak Feby is very funny. My mother-in-law wants to talk about our family business. When it comes to that, Feby's mom is funny."

Feby's face flushed.

"Maap mbak, can you stand? The chair wants me in, afraid someone will take it. Husband only if you look a little can be brought by people, especially chairs. If we don't take care, who else. Right mbak?", I also managed to take the chair that Feby had sat in.

"Damn Lo Di. Look at it, Aziz must be on my knees."

"Oh mbak...Dian was so scared", my face made like a real scared person.

Feby also stayed away from the stall. Finally the tenacious feathers went away too. Astagfirullah.why so follow Imah mulu.

I also closed the rolling door. While closing first, open again bada ashar only.

I also headed back to the mother house. Passing through the side door like the others. We rarely go through the front door.

"Lho, deck you here? No one's guarding the kiosk."

Mas Aziz sat next to the mother who was holding her grandson.

"Kios closed while mas. Besides there is also a mama mas, it's not good to be left by Mulu."

" That..the tenacious feathers go mbak?" asked Ema who was sitting with Farhan.

"Udah, I told you to go home."

"Where's the way he got rid of her?", I wonder.

"What hair?" asked Mama.

"That's ma, Mas Aziz's fanatic fans."

"Yes deck."

"Oohh.".", mama's mouth is round.

"Mama has not been made to drink yes, briefly Dian fetakin!"

"No need to, this is mineral water. If you want to make it yourself."

"Yes, um..."

We talked a lot about Diaz's progress. Looks like Diaz did bring a change to my mother's attitude towards me. Alhamdulillahot.