The Woman Behind The Scenes

Chapter 47 - Harmony

The hot day did not dampen the spirit of Tomi, and Dara. Together with his two children, they faithfully pay attention to the process of working on the tools requested by Dara. Already in a few weeks they finally implement Dara's plan to make a smokescreen tool of his dreams. A few days ago, Dara had managed to concoct the spice, and already several times he tried to perfect the recipe, until finally the word “perfect” came out of the mouth of her husband, and already several times he tried to perfect the recipe, and he himself felt so satisfied with the results of the taste he created.

The tettt! Teett!

The sound of the iron cutting machine rang, and the sparks from the friction of the tool radiated with its light

Next to the frame of the large toaster, a man crouched down with a clove cigarette at the corner of his flaming lips. His skin was well-groomed, his body was tall, and several times he joked to Dara and Tomi. Name Sapri ... Apparently he was so deft, and understood what Dara wanted. “So there's already a secret recipe huh?”

“Iya is there, Kang. We will try, yes.” Dara replied with a friendly smile despite not being seen by Sapri.

“Wah, if you try it mah right little oruh teteh!” sapri continued with his joke. Everyone laughed at hearing that joke.

Besides Sapri, there were three other people who helped him finish the job. No wonder, in just a few days they have completed 70% of the tools that Dara requested.

With a size of almost 2 meters wide, everyone had their own imagination of how the tool would gallantly stand up and attract the attention of many passers-by.

“Pandemi like this, anything at home, teteh? Keep dong?” sapri Goda.

“Iya this tandem continues. More sticky same wife, “ Tomi snatched the question.

“Can-can add again this army huh, kang? It's cold, hahahaha. Lagian soon already have a business, not anything dong if kang Tomi want to add more children.”

“Aduh. Enough, kang. Dingy. It's been two, ah” Dara answered the joke, and Sapri laughed a little.

“That kids ain't nothing brought pandemic like this, tea? Just gohome. What's important today is that we've met to add funds, hehe. At least another week is done.”

“Sunday? Fast too, huh?”

“Iya. If something is fast, do not delay Kang Tomi.”, Sapri replied to his friend.

Dara looked at Tomi, nodding her head slowly twice, signalling for them to say goodbye soon. Although she was very excited and wanted to be there for longer to see the process of making her tools, Dara had to think about the health of her children as well.

“Ya. We're saying goodbye, Kang. Greetings wife yes, why have not returned from the market?” Dara said goodbye and talked a little.

“Ah! Biasa mother, stop here and there. Thank you for stopping by.” Sapri stood up to take his guests until they left.

The mixed feelings felt so strong in her, and Dara knew she felt so satisfied that she could realize the dream she had made in just a moment of scribbling on paper.

Kio seemed so carefree sitting in his chair at the front, while his hair was in the wind, he seemed cheerfully pointing to and fro at the objects he had encountered. Kayla herself fell asleep on Dara's terapit, and Tomi.

The red light on the wide streets of Soekarno-Hatta, stopped them for a moment. The sun began to feel warm and slowly heating Dara's white skin. Tomi stroked the hand that held her, and Dara quickly caught her husband's fingers.

“Ah. Motor is also enough.” Answer Dara.

“But if it's this hot? More comfortable with car right?”

“Iya deh,” Dara agreed to what her husband said. The bike was back on the road and the weather in Bandung was always full of surprises. Not far after a few meters, a huge cloudy sky began to appear. One by one drops of rain fell, and quickly flushed. Tomi frantically pulled over in front of a minimarket, and helped Kio to get off, while Dara carried Kayla. One small family stood quietly, looking at the heavy rain that flushed Bandung.

“Kayla is still sleeping, right? Here I'm carrying if you're tired?!” Tom stretched out his hand.

“Not done. It's still sleeping, kok.”

“Already. Here you will be tired.” Tomi took her daughter and carried her. For a few seconds, he watched the toddler sleeping in his arms. Her red, tiny lips were pinched slowly several times by her anxious father.

“Beauty once you, son. Later we buy a car yes, so that Kayla is more comfortable around Bandung,” said Tomi repeated the topic of buying a car. Dara smiled, holding Kio's hand. Several times he answered Kio's questions about rain, cloudy clouds, and anything that passed there.

“The rain will continue yes, bi?”

“Iya darling. Why?”

“What should we not just continue?”

“Iya anyway, soon to be home.” Dara's words were approved by Tomi.

“Ya. You wear my jacket so as not to get wet,” continued but immediately got the headband from Dara.

“Do not. Just make Kio. Kayla put my jacket on closed. Just get close, baby,” Dara tried to convince her husband then immediately execute their plan. After their children were safely covered in jackets, Tomi drove back on the bike to bring his family home. On the faces of the pair of old men, rain drops slowly washed over them, and their hands began to feel a fairly stiff cold.

Dara still firmly hugged Kayla and several times checked that the toddler was safe in a jacket that she used in such a way as to wrap her child.

Thank goodness! Before long, they arrived home, Dara hurriedly came down to open the door.

“I've had it,” Tomi grabbed his wife's leg before Dara managed to duck. He helped take off his wife's shoes that must have been soaked several times doused in puddles splashed by the car.

Dara smiled with a different face. This time she felt the warmth of her husband.

“I put the kids to bed first.”

“After that I want boiled noodles huh babe?”

“Iya boss.” replied Dara to her husband.