The Ojek That's My Soul
The happiness of Rojali and Fatimah (prospective parents)
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Rojali and Fatimah
Fatimah seems to be starting to struggle with her big stomach, her pregnancy even though she has just stepped on six months more. Maybe because the one in the birth is twins, so the stomach is bigger.
Rojali who continues the resto business from Mirna was assisted by Nur as his cashier. The old cashier has submitted his resignation. Because, want to focus on taking care of the child that will be born.
"Mbak Atun" called the young mother-to-be to the 45-year-old housekeeper. The assistant Fatimah took from one of her neighbors in the village where her family lived. Atun, a childless widow, her husband died of a heart attack while working as a construction worker. However, Atun still bore his parents who had been old. Because his brother and sister already have their own family. Atun did not stay, he would come in the morning at eight, then go home at five in the afternoon, when Rojali had reached home. Atun on the motorbike matic loan for his vehicle home and away.
"Yes, Neng, what's wrong?" ask mbak Atun.
"I want to eat a paddock squid, can you?" asked Fatimah while stroking slowly the surface of her distended stomach.
He looked very happy, even though to get up and walk alone, began to feel difficult and tiring.
"Em, can you, Neng. Pregnant people have no restrictions in terms of food, except those who still adhere to pamali science," explained mbak Atun, making Fatimah's face suddenly radiant.
"That's it, I'll call you, brother."
Fatimah immediately took the phone, which was on her side.
Tuutt.(dialling).
Rojali, who was in the restaurant, gasped as the phone in her pocket rang. He was seriously checking the raw supplies in the warehouse. Although, he has a member or employee in charge of checking it. Rojali was not satisfied, if he had not intervened and looked with his own eyes.
His smile was then engraved on his charming face, when the name of the wife was printed on the screen of his cellphone.
"Assalamu'alaikum, jauzati,"
"(..........)"
"In a minute, Brother's coming home,"
"(..........)"
"You want to eat squid?"
"(..........)"
"Yes, anyway.., I'm a gapapa, I can,"
"(.........)"
"Can't be too bad for that,"
"Later, you'll be a squid,"
Rojali called while chuckling without a sound.
"(........)"
"Yes, dong! If it is too painful you can be cu.mi, megem grandson! Haha....."
Rojali could not help but laugh, he imagined the funny face of the wife who was in serious fashion, even though she was being ridiculed.
(Based on jail husbands, pregnant wives are still on the fad!)
"(........!!!!)"
"Yes, yes, Iaaangg.then, Abang bawain. Don't sulk yeah, yeah, yeah...,"
"(......!!!!)"
"Yes, pedes, yes,"
"Siapp, boss!" Now Rojali put on a serious face. While mangosteen he rubbed his face rough.
(Because the scolding must be tuh, anyways bumil use in ledekin, you think!)
The dashing man in the semi-formal suit, moved towards the restaurant kitchen. Then he ordered the order of his beloved wife, to one of his flagship chefs.
"Bli Gusti, make me three servings of paddock sauce squid yes, which is spicy.eh, do not be too deh. Just the mediocre.
Then he went ahead and spoke to the restaurant manager.
" Aryo, I wait in my room yes," he said kindly. His ever-relaxing war made the employees comfortable working under his leadership.
Chequek.
Aryo entered his study after he knocked first.
"Sorry, what's wrong, you call me?" ask him politely.
" Later, contact Mr. Ari profit, tell send stock lobster, shrimp pole and guramenya."
"So I checked, in the warehouse there is not much inventory, while tomorrow is the weekend," Rojali ordered.
Ari Profit is one of his friends and business partners first. Since Mirna went through the process of restoring her legs and back, she was appointed as the leader who replaced the mother, to take care of both branches of the restaurant.
While the restaurant in the city B, entrusted by Firman, the manager of the belief of the mother. A man who was introduced by Nur, the wife's best friend, at his wedding first.
Since Jihan was still, the concentration stage was working on her script. After a period of calm, Jihan herself will intervene. Taking care of the restaurant that has been gifted by the mother for her graduation. The restaurant is a job for people around town B, because Mirna is deliberately taking the power of young women, as well as farmers there.
Rojali immediately packed up, when the kitchen man had reported that his order was ready.
"Beuhh, just a moment! This Manteb is eating foursome of my children and my wife," his monologue sniffed the smell of food that had been wrapped in a special box.
In short, a strange man who soon changed status. Being that nosy son of a bitch, you have reached my palace home. He greeted her, knocking three times at the door. And, it didn't take long, a beautiful woman with a fist opened the door, with a distended stomach that made her even more adorable in Rojali's eyes.
A pair of black pupils of this gondrong man, too, sparkled. When his return was greeted with a smile that they like a lotus flower. He also widened his hand, because as usual, the wife would immediately throw into his arms.
However, hope remains hope, it turns out Fatimah only snatched the goddie bag in her tenteng.
(Well, Bang! Losing time with squid, wakakakak)
"Itsas...!"
"Kiss your hands, boro-boro hugs and kiss your brother!"
"That's the squid you're wearing!" rojali protests while chasing his wife into the house.
"Mbak Atun, ready plate yes," he ordered Atun who was mengupi-ngupi asoy at the crisp gabin endulita.
"Well, have you come, Neng? Be prepared!" sahut Atun deft.
"Iaaang..," call Rojali full of gentleness and then land a sweet kiss on the forehead covered bergo maryam.
"Abang, um.. on seeing Atun later!" fatimah protest with his effective tone.
"Sadak, the salim tauk ball," Rojali's murmur, still standing beside the dining table.
"Oh my God, Adek forgot!" Hurriedly Fatimah took the palm of her husband tengil bin jahil.
"Maap.abis was very impatient," he said spoiled while stroking the stomach.
Rojali instantly dropped his body, and knelt down.
"Hemm, Abi's children are already in spasticity huh? Keciaan...,"
"Cini, let the mother be in the handsome cama Abi," her chirp in front of Fatimah's distended belly, as if to resemble the voice of a lispy little boy.
Fatimah wiped the mane of her husband's hair, which dangled out her forehead.
His heart warmed to see the interaction of this prospective father and son. Because every time she was spoken to by her husband, the baby in her stomach, immediately responded.
Atun, deliberately stayed long at the door between the dining room and the kitchen. His eyes bore the river to see a scene that had never been experienced by him, until the husband returned to the spirit.
In her little heart, she prayed for the life of her husband and wife, who had been her employer for the past six months.
How, this couple has raised the degree of an onion peeler in the market, with a salary that is not enough to eat and buy high blood medicine for the father.
*Hopefully, the birth of Fatimah neng is smooth, healthy both baby and mother.
May happiness and love always adorn your home.
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A story full of struggle and sacrifice, peppered with pain and disappointment that matures. Sometimes the laughter and the silliness can cover the real wounds.
Sincerity is countered by betrayal.
Greed that produces resentment and enmity.
When the dark heart finds its light, it comes to light with all its might.
Because, that light will bring you back, towards the end of your mortal journey in the world.
There is great joy and sadness as this story finds its ending.
Happy that finally mak chibi can finish this story with all his heart and soul.
The first graffiti may not yet be worthy of mention, as a work.
However, my mother is very..very..thank you for the support you (readers and writers) give.
The support, advice, and lessons that all of you give are kind, friendly and not arrogant.
May goodness always be with us all.
Hugs onlen for all readers, wherever you are.
Keep supporting mak ye!
What am I without you!
Writers without readers, like vegetables without letters"r".
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