The Cost of Trust

Life story

The clock is ten o'clock at night. I intend to close my stall.

"You close it down on. You guys come in, it's night. Kasian Diaz sleeps here."

"Keep you?"

"I will stand guard on the terrace until Aziz comes."

"Good idea!"

Fai helped me close the stall.

"Thank you, mas. I stay inside. You enter through the gate."

"Yes, pager jump time!"

"Not funny!"

"Belgium!"

I locked the stall from the inside. After that I pushed the stroller diaz. I put Diaz in her box. Kasian Diaz, seems uncomfortable when sleeping in the stroller.

I meant to make some coffee for Fai mas. After making coffee, I drove her to the terrace.

"This is mas, while waiting for Aziz!", I offered coffee and also biscuits setoples.

"Thank you, you're so good at Di!"

"Hem!", I hurried to leave him on the terrace. I was preparing to break down after putting on my negligee.

The sound of a car horn cancels my intention to fall. I put my instant hijab on the head of the bed. Unfortunately, I've been wearing a negligee. But at least, I can cover my top.

I opened the living room door. I saw Aziz talking.

"Mas...!", I said. Although I wear a hijab, but my hands are not closed perfectly. I forgot, there's a Fai mas in front of me.

"Dec!", cried Aziz. He hurriedly took off his jacket. Then wear it to me.

"Lebay is very Ziz. I've seen it too!"

Mas Aziz glared.

"But now all I have the right to see is me. Even if it's just an arm, but it's mine. You can't see!"

Cihhh...Fai squealing.

"Udah ah, yes. I forgot that the singles are still here!"

"What's Di? You're following me, too, why am I single?"

"Receive the truth!"

"Eh, mum. You alone? Where's it?"

"Nemenin Farhan deck. Kasian!"

"Owh.iya yes."

"So, before Feby died, did you get to see him?"

"Udah, essentially Feby wants Dadan and Imah to be married."

"Owh..!", Fai and I compacted with 'OH'.

"Because you've come home, I'm back!"

"Btw, thank you. I'm going to get my wife!"

"Hem."

"Yes back, in search Abah aja Lo!"

"Yes bauble. Assalamualaikum!"

"Glambeach!"

"Mas, you didn't eat that. Eat yuk first!"

"Eating you first can't? I want....! Later if you've lost the battle, just eat rice!"

"You are.!!", I pinched her stomach.

"Bas clean first."

"Yes." Yeah."

I locked the living room door. While waiting for my husband to ask for his rights, I played my phone. I felt like I hadn't talked to my bad friends for a long time.

Ceklek.the bathroom door is open. Still wearing a towel, Aziz passed in front of me.

"Mas pray first yes. You are patiently waiting for him!"

"Who can't wait, you or me?"

Mas Aziz was just grinning, after which he set up his four rakaats.

Still wearing a sarong, Aziz approached me.

"Change your clothes first."

"Yes.iya...!"

Aziz changed his sleepwear.

"Can we start, baby? Mas kangen's....!"

I just nod. Just now we were about to link lips, Diaz suddenly woke up.

Aziz looked at me disappointed.

"For a while now, Diaz is thirsty!"

I breastfed Diaz first. Moments later, I approached my husband who was still struggling.

"Our angry?" , I asked.

"No. To his astonishment, Diaz likes to wake up at the wrong time. Don't let her dad have fun with her mom!"

"Still babbling, do you want to continue? Hunting Diaz bangu!'

"Next dong....!"

We are also returning to our rights and duties. Sorry Feby, I don't mean we don't appreciate your departure. But our activity is also a necessity 😉.

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Eight o'clock in the morning I was home. He was changing clothes before returning to accompany Farhan to Feby's funeral.

"Imah, you have breakfast first!", I asked.

"Udah mad!"

"Yes, we're leaving on deck. You're at home!"

"Yeah mas. You guys be careful!"

"Yes, ma'am."

They both passed.

Me and Diaz were guarding the stall together this time. Just as I opened the stall, a young woman approached us. Her face that looks soft, and wrapped in a wide hijab is old color.

"Assalamualaikum mbak!", he said.

"Getishalam."

"Umi..later Faiz wanted to snack ya Mi..!", said a child may be three years old.

"Yes boy!", greet the woman gently.

"Sir, em...do you need another employee?", he asked hesitantly.

"Em, not yet. Why ya?"

"I.mau apply to work here, if there is a vacancy."

Said the woman embarrassed.

"Don't kid, umi doesn't have any money yet." The woman's whisper was slow, but I could still hear it.

I also took it for the boy.

"Drink the sweet child!", I thrust in front of the child. The boy looked at his mother for approval. The woman nodded slowly.

"But this doesn't pay Auntie. Umi has no money!", said the boy.

"Free for you sweet boy, what's his name?"

"Faiz Aunt. Ibn Faizal." The boy was very good at saying his name.

"What a great name." I commend the boy's courage.

"May Faiz drink now Auntie?", the boy asked back to me.

"Yes, I can or boy!"

He slowly asked his mother to open the bottle. Like his son was really thirsty. I see how he was in a hurry to drink it.

"Slow Faiz!", his mother remembered.

"Alhamdulillah."

Faiz said hamdalah after drinking the drink. This woman is very great yes, she taught her young children things that are considered trivial but it is a very extraordinary thing for me.

"Oh yes, we have not yet met. My name is Diandra!" I thrust my hand. The woman welcomed my hand.

"I Rahayu. Just call Hayu."

"Em..sorry, I don't want to work her husband mbak...?"

"It's the deceased!", replied Hayu briefly.

"Oh, sorry!", I said slowly. So, she's a widow? My inner.

"My husband passed away four months ago. All this time, I only relied on the compensation from the foundation where my husband taught yesterday. But, the compensation is only up to six months. That was a policy that helped me a lot. Two months later, the compensation will be stopped. Therefore, I have to work mbak!"

"Owh... Where did my husband learn?"

"At a high school xx mba, my husband is honorary there. Actually when he was still there, his salary was more than enough to just meet the needs of our family. But, since he doesn't exist yes, I have to try myself."

"I'm sorry mbak, I'm so mumbling about Hayu's life story."

"It's okay mbak."

"Gini mbak, for today.tempak me here only. About accepted not working here, I have to ask my husband first. Isn't it okay, Mbak?"

"Yes to Dian. It's okay."

"Yes, come on in!"

I pushed one of the storefronts to get Hayu inside the stall.

"Tante, handsome grandpa. Whose name?", asked Faiz.

"His name is Diaz, thank you, Faiz is good-looking Diaz!"

Faiz approached Diaz, inviting her to play typical children.

"How old is Faiz?"

"This year is five years old."

"Em..kasian yes mbak."

Hayu just smiled a little.

"Where did you work before?"

"I'm just a housewife. I have been married for ten years. And.during that too... God has not entrusted trust in us."

"Then Faiz?" I said slowly.

Hayu's mom smiled.

"Faiz was an orphan, and I and the late Mas Royan raised him from the baby."

"God willing..do Faiz know?"

"Know, we often take Faiz to the graves of his biological parents."

"O Allah, you are very kind."

"No mbak, we just want to feel like we have a child. Faiz deserves affection."

"Some time ago, I sold traveling food in this complex. That's why I want to apply for a job here."

"Oh, that's it."

After a while, the sound of Aziz's car entered the yard. I saw him and Imah coming in through the side door.

"That's my husband, home. Maybe come out soon, clean up first. It's over from our friend's funeral!"

"Yes mbak. It's okay!"

It turned out that Imah first entered the kiosk.

"Mbak Di!'', aspa Daughter.

"Where is Mah, Farhan okay, right?"

"Farhan is the same mother, while invited to Bogor!"

"Owh..lha, Iki sopo mbak?", asked Imah to me.

"This.the name is Hayu. He wants to apply for a job here, but he can't be cut out. You should ask me first."

"Oh..iya!", sahut Imah.

"Bak, this is comfortable. Fair to my husband!"

She shook hands with Hayu.

"Well, this is a handsome boy. Sopo Iki?"

"Faiz Aunt!", cried Faiz.

"Well, the name is saucy, rich son!"

I really like children, so many children are easy to get close to.

"Sir, why not drink?", the drink I gave you was still not opened.

"Sorry Dian, I.fast!"

"Oh.sorry yes mbak!", I became clumsy myself.

"Faiz, have you eaten yet?", I asked.

"So early in the morning just drink warm tea just as lontong keep fried auntie. Now Faiz is actually hungry, but later in the afternoon with Umi iftar."

Faiz answered cheerfully.

Oh God, why is this pain so bad. Are they that hard?

"Faiz, Auntie Imah wants to eat. Come with yuk?", take Imah. Like I understand the situation. Because Imah glanced at me for a moment.

"Don't mbak Imah, I don't want to be troublesome." Hayu felt objection.

"Isn't it okay Di?", I chimed in.

"Yes, Faiz ate with Auntie Emana! Consider it a gift, from earlier Faiz nemenin Diaz playing. While Auntie was just talking."

"May Umi?", asked Faiz again. Ummya also nodded. Finally, Imah carried Diaz and took Faiz into the house.

For a while our conversation paused. Because there are many buyers. Hayu's mom also helped me serve the buyers. I also thought, is he accepted?

But, given his status a widow... will it be okay? Fearing, there will be people who are prejudiced who are not me or Aziz mas or even Hayu himself?

I will negotiate with Aziz.

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Btw...This Hayu, one of the candidates for the male figure here. From his background, will he be paired with Fai or...kang Dadan? Ask for advice, please ? 🤗🤗🤗🤗