Trying To Be Faithful

Move over

"Bu hasna, I order risol mayo a hundred pcs, same putu ayu a hundred pcs, yes."

"For when, Mom?"

"Sunday at about one o'clock in the afternoon, will you?"

"God willing I will."

"I transfer the advance money first yes, the rest will fit the goods delivered."

"okay, Mum. Send me the address."

"Later I wa. Thanks, Miss Hasna."

"Together, Mom."

Hasna thanked me for getting the order for Sunday. He immediately put it on the list. There were already two people who had ordered the cake for the same Sunday, which meant that he would not take another order.

"Bun, spp brother's money has not been paid huh. Monday tomorrow will be pts."

"Oh, mother forgot. Tomorrow all of you take your mother shaki to the treasurer for a fee."

"Yes it is. What do you want now?"

"You'll cook chicken opor for our dinner later. Wanna help?"

"Can. What's the big brother, Bun?"

"Uleg spice it up, son. That's what's in that little bowl, you just washed."

"okay."

While the puput was packing the seasoning, Hasna cleaned the chicken they were about to cook.

Drrtt.

Hasna washed her hands, then picked up her vibrating phone.

"Hello, Ra. What's up?"

"Where are you, Na?"

"There's at home. Wanna stop by?"

"Yes. I happened to be passing by, wanting to stop by there's something I want to talk about."

"Oh, yeah. You are here. I don't do anything either, huh."

"Satan-et."

"Be careful."

Hasna kept her phone back.

"Who, Bun?"

"Tante zahira, he said he'd stop by all the way."

"Oh."

"Have you finished yet, dear?"

"It's not very smooth, Bun."

"Yes already, the mother wants her dark first. Later if you have, please wash the bay leaves as serehnya ya."

"Siapp."

Cooking with the puput was a fun thing for Hasna. Besides he does like to cook, hasna and puput can chat and tell stories.

"Well, already. Just wait for me."

"The season's right, Bun?"

"Udah."

"Bun, why do most mothers if they cook again, continue to taste it his hands like while rinsing the waist? Should it be, huh?"

"Hmm?"

Hasna noticed the gesture of her body at this moment. The right hand holds the spoon containing the opor sauce, the left hand holds the waist.

Merrka both laughed.

"It's like aunty zahira came, it's the sound of the car, isn't it?"

Hasna poked her ears outwards.

"Yes. I think it stopped in front of our house. Mother go there first. You take care of the opor."

Hasna removed her apron, washed her hands before approaching Zahira.

"Such fragrance, any more cooking?" Ask zahira.

"Yes. Where are you from? Shopping?"

"Let's deposit the store money. Adeuuuh, really cape. Where in the store disassembled goods, must be deposited also to the agent."

"Nothing, the money is also a lot. What do you want to drink?"

"Ice water."

"Wait a minute."

Not long after, Hasna came with glasses and glass bottles filled with ice water.

"Na, I want to say something. But I wanted to apologize to you first."

"I'm sorry for what? I'm so scared, anyway."

"Look ... duh, how is it? I really, really, swear I was so confused."

"Raaa, tell me it's okay. What's up, huh?"

"You know selly? My sister-in-law?"

"Yes, why is it?"

"He's hanging out unclear. All have demon friends. He's finally the one who's wretched now."

Zahira moved her index and middle fingers like rabbit ears.

Hasna closed her mouth wide open in shock.

"Mom kicked him out of the house. So ...."

Zahira closed her face because she could not continue.

"I understand, Ra."

"Hasna ..." with a sad and regretful face, Zahira squeezed the two hands of her best friend.

"When I have to move out of here, Ra."

"Let's find a contract for you. I'll be ready, yeah. Don't come out before you get a new place."

"That's easy. Many houses are rented. Tomorrow nyari must also be dapet."

"Sorry, Na." Zahira's eyes began to glaze over.

"It's okay, Ra. It's not your fault. I don't mind getting angry, either. I understand his condition at the moment. You're right, you should take care of it. Zinah is a sin, lest she make another sin for burying her child."

"I'm really sorry, Na." Zahira hugged her best friend.

While there in the kitchen, a young child who was a teenager was crying in silence.

After talking it over with the kids, the next day Hasna started tidying up some stuff. Put it in a large cardboard box he bought from a grocery agent. Tidying clothes into bags and suitcases.

Hasna gets a rented house from one of her friend Puput's student guardians who happens to be a hired loan shark. The location is very close to children's school, they only need to walk in a matter of minutes. In addition, Hasna also gets a different rental price from the others.

Puput looks so sad. How not, their lives changed drastically since Azam died.

"Mother apologize, yes. You should move house often. You must be tired of living like this."

Shaki and Nay are too young to understand his mother's words. They just said they were happy to have a house.

The puput was silent. He focused on making things.

Drrrtt.

"Sister, the hp sounds."

Waking up, he returned to his room that had started to empty, picking up the phone that was ringing.

Akhtia made a video call.

"Hello, Put. What's up, Deck?"

"Repires, Brother."

"Oh, want to change the atmosphere of the house, huh? uh, hold on. Try sliding a little."

"This?"

"No, right."

"Here?"

"Well, yeah. That's why a lot of cardboard, your room is empty. Put, where are you going?"

"Move, Brother."

"Moved?" Akhtia was a little screaming.

"Where to move? Far away? Why move?"

"No. Move to school. This house wants to be made the same that has, so I'm the same mother wants to turn on the contract again."

"Contract?"

"Yes, Brother. Sis, I already did I want to help mama clean up."

"Oh, okay."

Puput again kept his phone on top of an empty closet. He went back to help Hasna tidy up the rest of the goods.

After last night tidying everything up, now the cardboard is ready to be transported, the suitcases and bags are neatly lined up in front of the house, they just have to wait for the car they rented to move.

"Well, it's probably a car. Bun, mother ... mother ...." Frogs screamed for Hasna, she ran inside.

"What's wrong? Why are you yelling?"

"Bun, there's Om Raden."

"Om Raden? Why'd he come here?"

Just as Hasna wanted to step outside, Raden entered without even taking off his shoes. He walked in a hurry with a face that looked annoyed. Followed by Akhtia and Airlangga from behind.

"W-what? What's the matter? Why are you all coming here?" Hasna confusion.

"What are you? What is it, Na? You were evicted from this house but didn't tell me at all?"

"Mas, sorry, but ...."

"I told you, I hate to say sorry. Anyway, you're coming with me now."

"Where, Mas? I'm waiting for the car to be picked up, I'm moving in a little while."

"Yes, we'll move but open it to that narrow contract!"

"Maas ...."

"Hasna, okay. Okay, I understand you don't want to owe me. I also know you don't love me, okay, I accept it all. But you also don't be selfish, look at the children, think of them too. If there's a nicer place to live, why the shabby?"

"Mas, listen to me."

"No. This time I will force you to obey what I command."

Raden did not shout, but he spoke in a suppressed tone due to holding back anger.

"Come, Honey. We're moving into a new house."

He holds Nay and Shaki. While Achtia embraces Puput.

"Come, Aunt."

Airlangga grabbed Hasna's hand, took her out of the house and into the car.