The Cost of Trust

New motor

The expected day arrived. Nothing special this morning. I'm still with the routine of taking care of Diaz and taking care of the house. I have freed you from the task of washing. I can do it myself ,Diaz I can leave things for a moment to grind and dry clothes. While satisfying for breakfast the three of us did it in the morning .

"Mas, I'm the same Diaz wants to go to the back village huh?"

"This shack? Tumben?"

"No, it's not like seven o'clock in the morning for a walk!"

"Yes temenin?"

"No need to go, people go to the back of the house."

"Yes already!"

"You have breakfast first, if you want to help some house I also do not mind heheheheh."

"Ready first lady! You'll come home and your streets are clean!"

"Hehehe..thank you father..!", I chanted as I pushed the Diaz stroller.

"Mbak...where are you going? Come along....!"

"Emoh, you haven't had a shower. Still stinks of jigong!"

"Bak Di anyway, I'm not allowed nyuci. So join the clock as soon as you want to do."

"Dih ..already know the term join, progress!"

"You are mbak...!"

"Oh yeah, we're going for a walk. And Auntie Imah....!"

I also walked out of the house. Passing through the alley next to my house which to the back there is densely populated. I used to go there a few times. But it's been a long time.

I remember there was a house that was producing home-cooked food. Whether it is yellow rice, market food and others. But I forgot where it was.

"Eh, pulse basket? Where's the tea going?"

"Ah, I can. This is Mom, I richly used to see around here someone can make the same cake rice tumpeng yes Mom?"

"Oh, that's Neneng Tea. The house that paints ijo."

"Alhamdulillah, thank you ma'am. Meet mom, I also know Neneng tea house."

"Yes alike. I want to go to the market first. Let's..."

"Thank you again, Mom?!"

The mother also left me. I walked towards the house that mom had intended.

"Assynn...!"

"Goddessalam...Uh, miss Dian! Let's go in mbak!"

"Thank You Neneng Tea!"

"What dream did I tea guest mbak Dian?"

"Ah, teteh mah lebay. Is my tea a great guest?"

"Not great, but a distant guest....!"

"Saking far away is tea, we are just wall-jumping but it's hard to find heheheh!"

"Yes right..right... By the way Dian tumben came here? What's the need?"

"Teteh still makes the same cake order rice, right tea?"

"Who are you still, for whom?"

"Make me at all!"

"Mbak Dian, pesen to me?"

"Well, why tea?"

"Yes, that's okay, ma'am. Just.I am a small business. Afraid of cheating mbak Dian. Though mah, mbak Dian can oruh pesen to a fancy restaurant!"

"Teh Neneng mah excessive, I also like tea."

After the stale base I immediately ordered as I planned.

"Can the tea be done all the bada magrib?"

"God willing, Sister Dian."

"Thank God, this is my wa number. Well this..make the cost!''

I hand over paper and a million rupiah.

"Sir, isn't this wrong?"

"Why tea? Sorry, less? If less this consider aja Dp tea, the rest later then fit in between ya?"

"It's not Dian, it's mostly."

"What time?"

"Nih mbak, the tart is only three hundred and fifty thousand. Her hump asks for a small, five to six person portion. The rest?"

"Yes.kIf keburu make any snack is up to Neneng tea."

"Ow ..new this time I made confused the same customer."

"Why confused about tea?"

"Where-anya mah ya mbak Dian, the customer asked for this it was but the money was chuckled. Here, to the point of confusion want to be in whatever the rest?"

"Maybe it's Neneng tea time."

"Yes, I'm going home first. Thanks for helping me."

"It is precisely me who trimaksih mbak Dian."

I also want to leave the tea house Neneng. Hope everything goes well tonight. No festive parties, just me, Aziz, mama and Mommy and Diaz of course!

*****

Azan ashar. The weather makes it hot today. My phone is ringing loudly.

[Good afternoon Dian?]

[Yes me, who]

[I'm from a motorcycle dealer, want anterin motor order Mbak. Dian's mom at home?]

[Oh, yes. Waiting for me!]

I rushed to the stall, approaching Imah and Aziz.

"Darling you had a bath?", Aziz grabbed Diaz from my sling.

"Udah dong yah!", I help answer it.

"Have you taken a bath, too, dear?", asked Aziz to me.

"Udah dong love.!", without me knowing there is someone who is looking at us with a look of dislike.

Yes, Mas Fa'i was staring at the romance of the two of us. After a while, the car carrying my order motorbike came.

"Good afternoon, with Dian?"

"Yes, me!"

"Lho deck, you buy a motorbike?", asked Aziz.

"Yes!", I answered briefly.

The motorist took my bike down from the car.

"Well.motor new gaes.!" said Imah.

Mas Aziz was still confused by me who suddenly bought a motorcycle. Even my motor matic was idling in the garage.

"Lho, the boss is here?", said one of the people who dropped the bike to Fai. Mas Fai just glanced!

"So, the motor showroom was yours?", I asked Fai.

"No, got my om!"

The driver had already returned to his car.

"Dec, can you explain?", asked Aziz.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask Fai first!"

"Why didn't Fai say it was your showroom?"

"You don't want it? Indeed why? You bought it on me?"

"Not money, you know what I buy elsewhere" I replied.

"Please, the price is general. I am not special. Moreover, the purpose you buy is to make Aziz, different if for yourself. If you need to, I'm free!"

"So, cocky really is a rich man!", I said.

"Sir, don't talk to Fai! You're quite clear, why did you buy another bike?"

"Make your birthday present!"

"Year date? My birthday?", asked Aziz.

"Yes is it."

"Oh Allah, dear.you still want to?", Aziz hugged me tightly.

"Mas, let's go! A lot of people....!"

"Kok you think buyin' that motorcycle?"

"You want to, right?"

"You know where it came from?I never talked!"

"Look at your laptop!"

"You open your laptop?"

"Heeeeh!"

"But it's an expensive deck! Uh, but there's no notification from m-banking about buying that bike?"

"Take my savings...!"

"Dek, you can buy it yourself, but you think! Think Diaz!"

"Udah deh. This is a lot of people!", said Imah annoyed. Turns out Diaz was in the sling. Aziz and I laughed together.

"Happy birthday, my husband....!"

"Thank you, my wife, shalihah.!", don't forget the warm kiss on my wife's shiny forehead hit by the lamp.

Imah, Dadan and Fai are just spectators.

Aziz , Gumam Fai.