The Hugger Heart
ADDITIONAL TRUST
'Oh my God..two more red lines' I took a heavy deep breath. Actually, I can already guess when menstruation has not come for several weeks. There's no history of my late period. Always right on the same date, sometimes forward a few days if there are many activities and fatigue.
It is not that I am not grateful for this trust that He has given, but the time is not right. That's according. My business is in a critical position. Decreased sharply since last year. The competition is more and more, business copycats who attack my suppliers are increasing. Even though I have loyal customers, new customers do not grow. My financial condition is being tested.Akuun can only take a few deep breaths while muttering, 'God willing every child will bring his own sustenance'.
I already have five children with a distance of only about two years. The biggest one just entered junior high school, there are still three children in red and white uniforms and one of the youngest children who just released diapers, the age of just two years in this year. It feels like it will get heavier if it adds one more, especially in the current condition.
However, this trust I cannot refuse. It happened, and I have to accept it. God willing will bring new happiness to the midst of my small family that is not small anymore.
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My husband was silent when I showed him the test pack results that night. His arm grabbed me and then kissed me gently on my forehead while whispering, 'God willing this trust is good for us.'
I understand the weight my husband is feeling. He has not worked for a year. Reduction of employees from the company where he worked the last two years, finally last year put my husband's name in it. Be my husband at home, helping my online business that is not quite so.
'Yes, right. God willing this is a good trust for us.' I murmured before we finally fell asleep.
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'Hello.good afternoon. My name is Iwan from Bali. I saw the online store Anyaman Natural on Facebook, I want to invite Anyaman Natural to attend an international event invitation in Azerbaijan. Is it roughly the Natural Webbing party can fulfill it?' a phone call at dusk suddenly offers to attend an international event. I've never attended any show before. I am just an online seller of various woven crafts in the area where I live. Help the neighbors of the next village to sell their work. And when I received the call, I was in one of the craftsmen's homes woven mats and bags that I was ordering to meet my customers' requests.
'Just a moment, sir. I connect directly to the owner of the Natural Webbing only yes. So that the conversation is more clop, because I am only the marketing part aja.' I said while poking the arm of my husband who was taking some photos of mothers who were weaving.
Since my husband no longer works and helps my online business a lot, I did position my husband as the owner of this online business. Let me just share his 'kitchen. Slowly because it often accompanied me pacing back and forth here and there to meet customer demand, my husband finally began to understand the ins and outs of the products I sold.
'What was Mr Iwan talking about?' tanyaku was on my way to the house from the wicker craftsman's place.
'He has often been invited to participate in international events for carving, this time he had another invitation and could not attend it. By the committee he was asked to bring one or two other craftsmen with him. To represent Indonesia.' Obviously my husband while staying focused driving the motorbike we were riding.
'Dad want to come?' ask me with astonishment.
'March. Create experience. I'm not tied to a job that requires me to stay. We try to take this opportunity' he said steadily without hesitation.
'really?' my mouth doesn't believe. Usually my husband does not really discuss the offers of this kind of exhibition event. Because it feels only an online seller, not a craftsman, artist or other commonly invited in exhibitions, competitions and the like.
'Yeah seriously. But there are some conditions that must be met first. We must prepare a photo of the product and the manufacturing process along with the father who is making it. Must write in English to explain the product that is favored and to be contested. Bismillah, hopefully this is good. Sustenance dede' he said with a smile sumringah.
'So, the event was a cultural exhibition, a bazaar as well as a competition. Each participant handed over one of its flagship products that were seeded for competition. In the event participants showed all their work for sale, and showed the manufacturing process of the products contested and displayed at the exhibition. Dad had to learn a lot about webbing.' My husband explained the essence of his conversation with Mr. Iwan on the phone earlier.
I was still amazed by my husband's attitude, the impact he dared to take chances suddenly like this. Pretty drastic change in my opinion and only this time I saw my husband come out of his comfort area. Hopefully this is good.My prayer is in my heart while tightening my grip to his waist.
The dusk before Maghrib at that time became brighter. The almost sunset still emits bright light with a dimmer light but still able to illuminate our streets. The breeze that began to turn cooler, because at night, became a friend who accompanied our journey home.
The house that our in-laws bought for us after the land in the rural area about 300km from where we lived was sold. We were not allowed to contract a house when we were newly married. Although I repeatedly asked to independently form a small family by contracting, but never get permission. Until finally after the land in-laws sold, then buy this house for us. A simple house in a comfortable area, away from the hustle and bustle of the streets. A house that fits perfectly with my husband's persona, a lover of tranquility.
It was here that we lived, a simple house with two rooms large enough and a spacious backyard enough to someday build four more rooms there. In this house formed our little family and enjoyed a hard time together, laughter, crying, which alternately approached in it. Starting from entering it with one child and the second child in the womb, until now there are five children and the sixth child who is in the womb. We have many memories in this house.
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