The Love Story of Haifa

58. Afternoon Streets.

In the afternoon, Haifa invited Alifa and Sri to take a walk around Haifa's neighborhood. Haifa has not been walking in her house for a long time. When Haifa walked suddenly there was a motor that stopped in front of him.

“Haifa,” the driver of the motor called Haifa from the top of his motorbike.

Haifa turned to look at the driver of the motorbike.

“Aa Syaiful,” says Haifa.

“How are you? Long time no see,” greet Syaiful when Haifa is approaching with his motorbike.

“Haifa is in a state, well A,” Haifa replied.

“Aa mourn the passing of your husband,” Syaiful said.

“Thank you,” Haifa replied.

“That's your son?” Syaiful pointed to Alifa.

“Iya,” Haifa reply.

“Whose name?” ask Syaiful.

“Name Alifa. Alifa Vishnu Hutama,” Haifa replied with a smile at Alifa who was engrossed in playing her spit.

“Beautiful as Mom,” praise syaiful.

“Whose are you to Sumedang?” ask Syaiful.

“Sama Bi Nani and Mang Diman,” Haifa replied.

“This who?” Shayful pointed to Sri.

“This is Alifa's baby sitter,” Haifa replied.

“Oh..”

“Where are you going?” ask Syaiful.

“Jalan-walk. Later go home to eat baso,” Haifa replied.

“Aa friends, yes,” says Syaiful.

“Eh. Aa kan cape just got home from work,” Haifa replied.

“Nothing. Once in a while we take a walk,” said Syaiful.

Haifa recalled her in-laws' advice, Haifa had to find a way to keep Syaiful from coming with her.

Suddenly Syaiful's phone rang.

“About aa answer the phone first,” said Syaiful.

Syaiful took the phone out of his pants pocket.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Syaiful.

“……”

“The key I put in the drawer,” replied Syaiful.

“……..”

“Not exist?” ask Syaiful.

“……..”

“Ya, already. I'm going there now,” Syaiful said with annoyance.

Syaiful put his phone back in his pants pocket.

“Sorry Haifa. After all, Aa did not come. Aa has to go back again to the store,” Syaiful said.

“Yes, it's okay. After all there is Sri whose duty is to accompany Haifa,” Haifa replied.

“Dah Alfah. Sometimes the streets are the same Om, yes,” Syaiful told Alifa.

“Aa, go first. Assalamualaikum,” said Syaiful then drove his bike leaving Haifa.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Haifa replied.

Finally they arrived at Pak Min's bus shop. That afternoon Pak Min's shop was full, probably because of Sundays so many bought baso. Haifa is looking for an empty bench. Fortunately, they were able to find an empty seat. Then Haifa ordered a baso.

“Pak, two baso noodles. The ice mix is two,” Haifa told Mr. Min.

“Ya, Neng,” replied Mr. Min.

Soon after the baso and drink orders came. Haifa put the sambel in her bass and then she tasted it. The taste of kangen on the subscription baso paid off already.

Suddenly the phone rang. There was a message from the hero.

My Hero:

What are you again?

Haifa let out her breath.

“Sri, please photoin the contents of my baso bowl,” Haifa said while giving her phone to Sri.

Sri took it and photographed the contents of the Haifa baso bowl.

“Already, Bu.”

Sri returned Haifa's phone.

“Thank you, Sri,” said Haifa.

Haifa sent a photo of the baso to Wira. The hero saw Haifa sending a picture of a baso, instantly smiling.

She was eating baso, Wira said in her heart.

The hero sent another message to Haifa.

My Hero:

Don't eat too much of the sauce! Pity Alifa if his mother ate a lot of sambel.

Haifa replied with a sticker that read OK!

The smiling hero looked at the stickers Haifa had sent.

Then Wira sent another message to Haifa.

My Hero:

Alifa what are you doing?

Haifa sighed again.

“Sri, please photo Alifa,” Haifa said while giving her phone to Sri.

Sri takes Haifa's phone and then photographs Alifa.

“Already, Bu.”

Sri gave back Haifa's phone.

“Thank you, Sri,” said Haifa.

Then Haifa sent a photo of Alifa who was busy paying attention to the surrounding to Wira. The smiling woman saw him. Although Haifa did not reply to the message, but by sending a photo has made Wira happy. Now his heart is calm.

The hero sent another message to Haifa.

The Hero :

Have fun. Don't go home too late.

Haifa replied to the message of Wira with a sticker that read OK!

Wira is happy to get an answer from Haifa even though it is a sticker. With a radiant face Wira walked out of his room.

“Rita, I came home yes,” Wira told Rita.

“iya, Sir,” replied Rita.

With a carefree heart Wira went into the liff.

“So his face was tangled like a confused person. Eh..now her face bright cheerful. You weird boss, the mood is easy to change,” Rita speaks for herself.