The Sugar Mommy

Where Rian's Home

Mak Ratih ended his call with the Judge. He stared at the screen that was slowly dying, turning dark black.

The middle-aged woman let out a long breath. Apparently the judge did not come home because the son was at Rian's house. However, the judge explained that Rian was not at his house.

"Where is Rian?" Mak Ratih looked up, staring at the clock on the wall. "It's like this, but Rian's not coming home? Are they having problems?"

Mak Ratih is quite memorized with the habits of Rian. Elsa told Ma Ratih several times about Rian's habit when he was angry. So, Mak Ratih guessed that Rian and Elsa had just had a fight.

"That's it. Why should I think about other people's problems. The matter of Elsa and Rian's household, is the matter of both of them. As the person closest to Elsa, I can only pray that their problems will be resolved soon." Mak Ratih spoke in his heart.

While waiting for his son to come home, Mak Ratih busied himself in the kitchen working on the people's order catering menu for tomorrow. After all, Mak Ratih can't sleep. So Mak Ratih will be more relaxed the next day. The job will be finished sooner than usual.

When Hakim, or the children of Mak Ratih returned to the village, Mak Ratih wanted to take a day off selling, focusing on spending his children's holidays. The judge went home without telling him first. As a result Mak Ratih can not take off cooking catering because it has already received orders.

"It's okay not to take a day off. Most importantly the Judge came home ..." Mak Ratih monologues in his heart.

***

The distance from Elsa's house to Mak Ratih's residence is not too far away. Even walking will not take much time.

The judge pulled the car keys and pushed the door. The judge did not forget to lock the car. Even though the village will be from the thief, the Judge is just in case. Isn't prevention better than cure?

A pair of the Judge's eyes narrowed, finding that the lights of his house were still on. "Don't you haven't slept ..."

The judge's move was a bit slow. He thought his mother had forgotten to turn off the lights in the front room. However, when the judge entered the house of his parents, he heard the sound of activity in the kitchen. It sounds like the Judge is frying fish. The smell reached the living room.

"Mom," call the Judge after Mak Ratih to the kitchen.

"Have you come home, Kim?" ask Mak Ratih.

"Why are you still cooking in the kitchen? I should be sleeping, resting, why work every day" the judge protested.

"Mom is waiting for you to come home. After all, I can't sleep even though it's been tried until it feels very tired .. So I just cook for the spices."

The judge took off a pair of his footwear. He put it near the kitchen door.

The judge rolled up his sleeve. Slowly the Judge pulled out an empty seat across from Mak Ratih's seat.

"What do you want, Kim? There, sana ... enter the room! Don't help Mother everything. You're tired of working in the city, rarely come home. One year is not certain. I don't want you to get tired. Why do you go back to the village, if only told to help cook for catering!" mak Ratih's Nemel.

"Why the hell, Mom? Every time I help you cook, you always refuse. Anyway, I'm glad I could help you. When else do we cook together, right?" babble Judge.

"Mother feel sorry for you, Kim. In the city, you work so hard that it can become what it is today. When you intend to go home, surely you want to take advantage of your vacation time with a lot of rest."

"Who said it, Mom? Don't be so damn sure, deh!" seductive Judge nudged Mak Ratih's arm. "I'm Mom's son. There's nothing weird about me helping Mom ..."

"Yes, Kim. It's up to you ..." In the end, Mak Ratih gave up.

Then Mak Ratih remembered the incident at the stall earlier. Mak Ratih had to fight with the neighbors for defending Elsa.

Usually Mak Ratih never interfere with other people's problems. But seeing how the people ridiculed Elsa, Mak Ratih finally raised his voice.

"Nr ..."

"Mm, Ma?" the judge looked at me briefly.

"So at the stall, I had a fight with the neighbors."

The activity of the Judge who was cutting vegetables instantly silent a thousand languages. Whahuh? His mother quarreled with the neighbors?

Until the age of Judge before the head of three, only now Judge heard his mother quarrel with neighbors. Because Mak Ratih is typical of people who will not make noise in the eyes he will stay. But this heart, the Judge claimed to be amazed.

"Why, Mom? What is the reason you fought with your neighbor?" ask the Judge gently. "Just this time I heard Mom making a noise" I said.

"It wasn't my mother who started it. But they ..."

I frowned. "Who are they, Mom? You fight the same way how many people?" chirping.

Mak Ratih silently grimaced. "It can't be said to be a fight either, anyway, Kim ..."

"Well, go, Mom?" the judge was confused.

Mak Ratih then explained the chronology to the Judge. Mak Ratih was too furious at the neighbors who cornered Elsa. Mak Ratih is not until the heart sees Elsa being a victim of continuous slander.

"Pity Elsa yes, Miss ..." A pair of Judge's eyes glared to the past. "Rian asked me to help him find a job. I'm embracing. But I don't know if Elsa would have been left behind by Rian or not if her husband had gotten a job in town."

"Really, Kim?" timpal Mak Ratih's. Judge assented. "In this day and age, there is no need for money. It doesn't matter if you live in a town or village. Everything costs money. Rian and Elsa have a baby. If working in the city could make Rian and Elsa's life change, it shouldn't matter. Separate first temporarily. Everything needs a fight."

***

Want to avoid anyhow, Rian will still go home— where there are children and his wife who are waiting.

There is a regret why Rian was angry with Elsa, until all the neighbors came, then mocked Rian. Rian realized that he should have heard Elsa's answer first. But Rian put his anger first.

Rian went into his room. He saw Elsa and Faqih sleeping alone. Rian cleaned first after almost a day of touring is not clear without a destination. After the shower, Rian changed into a clean shirt.

The man slowly crawled into the bed with great care. In addition to their bed is old, the possibility can collapse if too strong up there, Rian did not want to disturb the sleep of Elsa and their son.

Rian hugged Elsa, kissing his wife's forehead in regret. "I'm sorry, because it's gotten you in trouble so often, Sa ..."

SERIATE....