The Cost of Trust

Blue handkerchief

"Wan, tomorrow you collect the files you need. I will marry Lili!", Stevan told his assistant.

"Every boss. But...!" said Stevan's assistant Wawan.

"But why?", asked the boss.

"Sorry boss, don't you and Miss Lilies have different beliefs?", replied Wawan doubtfully.

Yes, Wawan is right. How could this marriage be done, if between the two of us no one gave up?

"OKAY. You just delay first. Just do something more important!"

"Good boss!"

Wawan also left his boss room.

Yes, Wawan, I did not think in that direction. Huh! Lili.lili.

Stevan raised his cynical smile.

*****

The Aziz house....

"Darling....! You still angry?", asked Aziz.

"Anged about what?", I pretend.

"So about..I said if you're jealous, isn't Fai getting married?"

"Why am I angry!", I folded Diaz's clothes on my bed.

"Alhamdulillah. Thanks baby!", Aziz kissed my shoulder.

"Kios is closed?", I asked.

"Already deck!"

I heard the sound of spoons and dishes in the kitchen. Maybe I just had dinner.

"Mas, I want to talk to ya first."

"Mas is also on the dong deck!"

"From back at the kiosk you didn't talk?"

"Yes.com normal chat anyway. Do you want to talk about her wedding plans?"

"Oh, yes, too. Yes, it's a, come on!"

True my guess, Imah just scooped her rice mouth.

"Eh, my mother.mas...eat the yuk!", haggar Imah.

"Yes, eat it. When we finish eating, we talk to Yuk Mah!", ask me. I felt that since Feby's departure, Imah and I had less interaction.

"Okay. Wait yes!", said Imah.

"Pelan. We'll wait in front of the tv!", I'm standing leaving the dining table.

Mas Aziz was making coffee for himself. Then bring it to the front of the tv.

"Lha, how about making your own mas? Why not tell me?"

"It's okay, it's just coffee!"

Mas Aziz sat beside me. I chose to sit by the door of my room. So I'll hear if Diaz wakes up.

After washing her dishes, Imah followed sitting in front of the tv with us.

"Well, how are your wedding preparations?", I asked. Mas Aziz focused on seeing the news on tv.

"Ep...Imah.kanya must return to the unfortunate first mbak!", said Imah.

"Remain to the poor again Mah?", asked Aziz.

"And the letters of Imah there mas."

"How come?"

"Yes.his intention is, Imah wants to make a letter move first here. After that, Imah made a marriage license here."

"Owh..could it be too late huh mahgurus letter move?"

"I don't know mbak. Maybe make a marriage license first, later the letter moves her. What matters is that you go back to the poor. Anyways...I've also long ago belom ziaroh to the tomb of the father."

Ziaroh tomb? Yes, I am the same. Last time to get there when? Oh God, what kind of child am I. I said in my heart.

"About the plan when? Who are you going to go with?", asked Aziz.

"When is it? Alone, by yourself!"

"Kok himself? Not the same as Dadan?", I asked.

"Kang Dadan really want to mbak, but right.from kemaren warungnya left Mulu. Not to mention the new stall."

"But is there a believer?" said Aziz.

"Udah, I can do it myself! Go anywhere by yourself."

"Why aren't you the one who won?"

"If I'm nemenin huh, you're the same Diaz doang at home?"

"Yes, it's nothing. It used to....!"

"Don't take it first and now dong dek. Now there's Diaz who needs to be taken care of, too."

"Cos ..wes ..Don't have a debate. It says I can do it myself."

"But mah, you're not worried...!?"

"My most beautiful sister, thank you for worrying. But, just calm down. God willing, I can take care of myself."

"Yes already then", resigned answer.

"You go back home on a plane!" said Aziz.

"Moh ah, Wedi I'm mas. Take a bus usually rich."

"If you take the bus lama imah....!"

"It's okay, man. Take the bus there is a sense of what yes.pokanyah exciting-seru how is it!"

"Yes wes. Sakarepmu mah!", said Aziz.

"Heheheh....Yo wes, if it's Sunday tomorrow then?"

"Yes..can!", said Aziz.

"Thank you masku...mbakku....!", Come hold me.

"Udah malem, sleep there. Virgin child do not like to stay up!", I asked.

"Hehehe... virgin child, but her status is different mbak?!"

"yes, change status again. So Madame Dadan Ramdani. Tomorrow I can't say 'Opo' is 'naon-naon' that." I meledek Imah who really likes to speak Javanese medok.

"Later, kang Dadan who followed the talk of Imah mbak....!"

"Yes mah..iya....!"

"Yo wes, let's go back to the room!"

"Yes." Yeah." Sahut ku and mas Aziz together.

I'm standing from the couch going into the room. But Aziz grabbed my hand.

"Sir, why don't you watch tv first?"

"Yes, I'm also lying down!"

Mas Aziz caught up with me in the back.

I looked at Diaz for a moment. Like Diaz is still not thirsty so hasn't woken up.

I tidied up the pillow before I threw it away.

"Honey.!" said Aziz lirih.

"No. I'm tired of it!"

"Well, that's the deck!"

"Mas, I'm sorry.This time I'm really tired."

"Yes already.yes already.!", said Aziz relented.

"Oh yes deck. Fai's clothes have you washed, right?"

"What clothes? "

"That's the one in the backpack? Ruining the view know it!"

"Dih, abbey anyway. Her clothes are her. Why do I have to bother cleaning. Oh ah ah!"

"Is Fai's shirt unclean?", asked Aziz.

"What a fact are you. When I was told to wash his clothes? Am I not londri? You're just there!"

"Yes times.if you want to do good do not giggle."

"What stage? Oh right...tuperware me mas????!!!"

"Jeez, weigh the rice box ....!"

"what did you say, mas? Justjust anyone? " My eyes are glaring. The people of Adam did not know what it was like to lose tuperware.

"Yes.iya... tomorrow we ask!", said Aziz timidly.

"Well, I'm going to sleep!"

"Yes.good rest, my dear."

"Hem...!", I said.

What exactly did Aziz think? Really, I told you to wash his dirty clothes mas Fai? Not a matter of uncleanness, but in the sense of really less ethical anyway? Especially if you ask to hold the triangular cloth ....?

Iiiihhhj.

******

I woke up because the sound of the washing machine had been roaring since before dawn. My eyes were on the wall clock. It's still four o'clock. I groped Aziz mas, is he awake? He may not be the one who is holy again.

I rushed to the back porch. Where I wash my clothes.

It's true my guess, Aziz has put in our dirty clothes. What caught my attention, Fai's mas backpack is here.

"Mas!", call me.

"Sir, are you awake?"

"What do you see?"

"Dek, you don't want to wash Fai's clothes. Yes, yes!"

"Actually you are why? Why is it suddenly as good as Fai?"

"Why then? Want to do good again deck!"

"Squeen!"

Azan dawn reverberating.

"yes, we pray first!", ask Aziz.

"Yes." Yeah."

We also prayed in our room. Diaz was still asleep in her box.

I can't bear to see Aziz doing my job. All right, this time I'm giving up.

"Dek, mas continued nyuci again yes!", said Aziz mas while removing his sarong.

"Udah. Don't need. Let me just!"

"But the deck.there's Fai's shirt!"

"Yes. Its nothing. Pack this washing machine. But, tomorrow-tomorrow there is no support to do good to him. Moreover, washing his clothes mas Fai."

"Thank you, my dear.thank you!", Aziz hugged me.

"What apaan mas....!"

"Mas is more and more convinced.if the wife of this mas, really very much love mas!"

"meaning? I wasn't sure I loved you all this time?"

"Heheheheh is not that dear. Anyway, I'm getting really good with you."

"Yes, yes.iya. I went back again. Take care of Diaz."

"Ready lady."

I also went to the kitchen. Preparing rice for me to cook on magicom. After that, I went back to the laundry room.

Our laundry is in dry mode. It's Aziz's work from before dawn. And now.I have to open that backpack.

Huh! Why do I have to touch her personal stuff?

I took out his dirty clothes. The scent of perfume is still smelling. She still wears my favorite perfume I've ever chosen for her.

I started putting in trousers, t-shirts and shirts and t-shirts. It turns out there are snags! Using my fingers and thumb, I put the stuff into the machine. I hurried to get into the machine.

Behind the door, Aziz laughed at his wife's behavior. After that, he went back to the room.

I grabbed his backpack. There may be things to wash. Is correct. There's a blue handkerchief.

This...sweep my hand?

I stare at the initials in each corner.

ARD.

Geez mas Fai, are you still keeping it? What's on your mind???

I put her back in the basket. While waiting for the laundry of Fai mas, I dried the clothes of our family.

After that, I went back to the kitchen. Prepare for breakfast. It turns out that Diaz is awake, Aziz's sending me.

"Sir, Diaz thanks***** first. His work is ntar again."

''Yes, that's the coffee."

"Thank you baby....!"

Mas Aziz also brought his coffee cup to the front of the tv. As for me, I chose to sit on the sofa to breastfeed Diaz.

Enjoying the morning routine, the thing I wanted. And right now, it's all real. Thank God, thank God.

*******

Numpang promotion can be yes. It's called "Married my stepmother's ex-boyfriend"

& "Our love is the same, our faith is different"

Thank you.maapkeun less pleasing. Mamak really othor amateur 😁😁😁😁🙏🙏🙏