The Hugger Heart

LONG DISTANCE

'How's the nausea, Mom?'

'Lumayan.same as before, only this time heavier'

'Weight?'

'Ga there's a Dad here.' said my sulking.

'Oooh..patience well....'

'How's it going, Dad?'

'Alhamdulillah all smoothly'

'Can you eat food there?'

'Can'

The most worrying thing for me is my husband's food intake there. My husband has been very picky about eating. Actually the taste is simple, but the simple is often not always available, especially abroad.

I who is not good at cooking met a husband whose appetite is simple, very suitable. Clear vegetables, fish or fried chicken, sambal, that's his favorite menu.

While I, I like that much spice for Nusantara cuisine and a lot of cheese for Western cuisine.

At first glance we look like two different poles. However, as it happens, the two different poles are always of interest.

'Yesterday the traveling judges to ask each artisan (craftsman) about his superior product.'

'What is 'Trus Dad? Can answer?'

'Yes dong.. thank God the judges look quite satisfied with the father's explanation.'

'Know where, Dad?'

'From the expression on his face as Dad answered one by one their questions. And from the time they visited Dad's stand. Others are only visited for about 10-15 minutes. But at Dad's stand, they're almost an hour looking at one by one the products you're displaying.'

'Yes....'

'And there were 6 of them, each asking a different question, and each father explained, all the judges listened. Including Mr. Najmudin, his face smile continues.'

'Indeed the originals are friendly or what?'

'The real person is serious and rarely smiles'

'On the stand next to Dad, Mr. Najmudin was a bit angry, because his artisan (craftsman) was not in place. I don't know where he went, when the jury came he didn't exist. Mr. Najmudin was the one who explained his superior product while reading from the paper he carried. It seems like the product info that each artisan (craftsman) sent at the beginning of the requirements to join this exhibition'

'If Pak Bowo's stand is close to Dad's stand?'

'No, Because of the different criteria, so the stand of Mr. Bowo is a bit far from Dad.'

'Dad there's a ngunjungin stand when the exhibition hasn't started'

'The standard is very simple. Only half-finished wood carvings, which are done throughout the exhibition, some of his work, with a smaller size and one superior product in the form of carvings from rural scenery complete with rice fields and water flow, with a large amount of water, very good.'

'Original artisan (craftsman) yes Mr. Bowo'

'Is...'

'Different from Dad, artisan (craftsman) impromptu'

'Ha.ha.ha..ha'

When we are so far away, we feel closer. Indeed, every time my husband served outside the City while still working first, we even became more frequent communication and stories to each other a lot. Even if it is only a short message.

It is different when the husband is at home. We rarely chatted casually, which often happens is fatigue together. Busy each taking care of children and online businesses.

The phase when Brother is still small and his younger siblings are born, then next there is always a small child who will make us tired during the upcoming night's sleep. Tired of smiles. Because the behavior of children at the age of toddler can drive away tired instantly.

'Dad how much longer is there?'

'About three days. Dad immediately ordered a ticket to Kalimantan, so did not stop by Mama's house again. No papa yes, so that Dad quickly go home.'

'Ga papa, Dad. Yesterday I told Mama and Papa, they didn't bother.'

'What time is there now?'

'Hour 2 nights'

'Well.it's only 10 o'clock.'

'Yes already, mother sleeps yes.let tomorrow have bad luck, not drunk and healthy.'

'Yes Father..many prayers mother yes, so that the mother is strong and not tired'

'Together my husband, have a good rest too....'

The conversation that night was finally over. After the chat my nausea was somewhat reduced. Hopefully tomorrow my body will be more fit to be able to take the kids to school and pick them up.

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'Sons...Let's take a picture in front of the door, I want to send a photo to Dad.'

'Title The morning activity without a father' Brother responded to my words.

'If our photo eid is also not?' asked Nasya while hugging his favorite doll that Alan invited and took pictures.

'Photo dong.kan you all cute when you sleep again.' said me while teasing the children.

'Ih mother.ada-there is...' My son number two is coming along.

'Let's be a cure kangen for Dad if you see you guys in the photo and be healthy, Dad will be happy.' said I explained.

'Are you guys missing Dad anyway?'

'Bangett!!!!!!' answer them compactly.

Soon the children began to act in their own style.

'Yuk We go to school first' invite me after seeing the clock has shown at 6:50, That means 10 minutes more school bell will sound.

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'Children't in school, Mom?' asked my husband not long after receiving a photo of the children this morning.

'This is a new mom to the house, out of the market. All right after the kids.'

'Hmmm....'

'Where is it still at 4 am?'

'Yes'

'Coconsidered awake?'

'Every day here always wake up at 4 kok...'

'Ooo....'

'Let the news of the children and check the condition of his beloved wife'

'Hmmm...'

'Dad..Mom is Dad...Asya wants to talk...'

'Ooh yeah...Father.ini Nasya nih want to talk to Dad he said' I also give my phone to Nasya.

And Nasya immediately chattered about the scene of the photos this morning, the trip to take her brothers to school, also the excitement of shopping lightning with me. Because I don't want to be exposed to the scorching sun, so go to the market quickly. Let's not faint on the street.

I started tidying my groceries into the fridge, separating the ones that would be cooked this morning with the ones that would be cooked later.

Luckily in this day and age there are many online videos that teach how to cook easily and quickly. It is very helpful for mothers like me who often run out of ideas what to cook, but have not dared to try cooking with a lot of spices.

'Mother.ini cudah'

'OK, thank you dear, now please keep your mobile phone at the dinner table first well, mom wants to cook first.'

'Yes, mom...' Nasya runs towards the dining table and turns to his beloved doll.

Before long my phone rang indicating the chat went into a private lane.

With my own smile I saw the delivery of photos sent by my husband, ranging from activities there to all the food menu he ate. Starting from breakfast, snack, lunch to dinner.

Seeing the delivery of photos of my husband who looked fresh and healthy, I also became calmer and not too worried about the food that my husband could eat while there. In a country that is very different menu cuisine with Indonesia.

Seriate.....