Trying To Be Faithful

Movie theater

"Where is tea?"

A chat came in when Hasna just finished kneading the dough for the doughnut. Hasna chose to call instead of replying with chat.

"Teh, where is it?" he asked without even answering the greeting from Hasna. She is Widia, a sister-in-law who is so close like her own sister.

"At home."

"I'm at home, but why is Mba ana here? Tetu where to? Clothes are not in the closet. There are no children's clothes either."

"Later on sharelok."

"Don't take it long."

"Yes." Yeah."

It only takes about 30 minutes to get to the housing where Hasna lives. Abel asked the person who happened to be outside.

"That means Hasna's selling cakes huh? That house, Neng."

"Guid!" Hasna waved from the front of the house. Widia smiled.

"Yes that's my sister. Thank you, Mom."

"Together."

Widia immediately approached Hasna.

"You're off college?"

"Again calm, next week's exam."

"Come, come in."

Hasna clasped Widia's hand and invited her into the house.

"Steak what else?"

"Here, make a doughnut. Later in the afternoon there is a donut order for studies."

"Now a cake business? Thank God, may the bestselling sweet tea."

"Aamiinu. You know you're here?"

"Tau, but bodo is very. What would it hurt to him if I came here. Oh, aye. Tomorrow I'm the same boyfriend I want to go see, the same kids go yuk."

"yeah, ogah! You want to make us mosquitoes?"

"Ha ha ha. Lah, don't. I want them to watch as they eat. Relax, my courtship is a treat" whispered Abel. They laugh too.

"I'm off this week, can I stay here? Help make cake. Uh, which youngest?"

"Going to the neighbors. I'll be angry you're not even here and don't help in mom's shop."

"Say I'll go back to the dorm."

"Wid, don't do it. She is your mother, after all. Don't just because he keeps you away from your mother."

"At least let him know he's wrong. Yeah, well, this is the point of not wanting me here what the hell?"

"Ceileeeh, snack." Hasna pinched Widia's cheek.

"I'm gonna go find Nay first, ah."

Widia got out of the house and started calling Nay.

The children were very happy when Widia decided to stay for a week with them. Yes, at least there are sodaras who still care about them.

The next day, Widia, Hasna and the children prepare because they will soon be picked up by Widia's lover. They're going to go to the cinema.

"God, we haven't been to the mall in a long time" Shaki was enthusiastic.

"Sha, what did you get yesterday?"

"Bronze ha ha ha."

"What a great deal. It's also a beginner, isn't it?"

"Onty, I'll have pop corn."

"Ready!"

They told me a lot of things in the car. Long time no see, seems like a lot of stories they want to share together.

Coming too fast made them have to wait quite a long time, almost an hour.

"Eat first time yes. Tau jajan that's." Alex Widia's boyfriend gives advice.

"Eat it," Widia chimed in.

They also entered a restaurant. Look at the menu book, choosing what foods to order.

"I can finally go together after a long time. The last time we eat Azam's mas is still there."

Widia's words made Hasna recall the past. Even with the Puput.

"I never thought we'd be like this now. At least even if Azam's gone, I guess you'll still be together. In fact everything changed just because of mother's selfishness."

"Don't talk about it again, Wid. It's not good to talk about other people's mistakes, let alone your mother, the mother, too."

"I don't think about it with mom, why would she ask you to move house. That's Azam's house for you. Doesn't he think that Nay, Puput and Shaki are their flesh and blood. Sometimes I feel ashamed of my mother's attitude."

"House, property, husband, child, and our lives are just a deposit. One day it will be taken again by its owner. Why do you have to be dizzy, Wid?"

"Aren't you sad?"

"Teteh is just an ordinary man, sad for sure. It's just that circumstances must indeed give us to keep moving forward even though it is very difficult. There are children we still have to fight for."

At the next table, there was a person listening to their conversation. They whispered assessing Hasna and Widia's chatter.

"He is very strong."

"Why? why does papa know that guy?"

Hearing his eldest son's question, Raden stood up. His son could only look in wonder at the attitude of Raden who walked over to Hasna's table.

"Hi." He greeted while standing behind Hasna. Widia and the others looked over. With Hasna. He looked back and looked up to see who was greeting.

"We'll see you again, Hasna."

For a moment they stared at each other.

"Bun, who?" tanya Puput made Hasna aware.he immediately turned and turned to Puput.

"He's a friend of Mother's."

"This is your child?"

"Yes, sir."

Raden thrusts a hand at Nay, the boy salim and kisses Raden's hand.

"This is what's his name?"

"Nay."

"Oh, Nay."

"Then this is," Raden invites Shaki to shake hands. The boy greeted and kissed the back of Raden's hand.

"Shaki's."

"Oh, okay. Shakis. That this?" Raden approaching Puput.

"Puput" he said without welcoming Raden's hand.

"Mr ...."

Raden shook his head faintly gesturing for Hasna not to reprimand Puput.

"It's good to finally meet the beautiful princesses. Okay, then you guys have fun, yeah."

Raden waved his hand and returned to his desk.

"That?"

"He's papah's friend. Why?"

Raden's son just smiled at Raden's attitude. Raden is not usually as active as it is approaching someone.

"Who?" widia asked a little whisper.

"Finished."

"Well, that's fine, Tea."

"Hussshhh!"

"Beauty father," said Puput ketus and a little hard. He deliberately made his voice heard by Raden. Raden slightly glanced, even with the eldest son Raden.

"Fighting, Dad."

Raden glaring.

After they finished eating, they finally went to the cinema. Don't forget the large-sized pop corn and its drinks.

While in the middle of the screening, Nay asked out because he wanted to pee. Hasna permission on Puput and Widia to go for a while.

"Nay's got his pants on, can you?"

"Can, Bun."

After washing his hands, Hasna returned to the theater.

"Sorry, excuse me."

Hasna stopped the steps when someone touched her hand.

"Yes. Me?"

"Yes, Aunt. My name is Airlangga."

"Oh, yes. Why ya?"

"I'm sorry, Auntie before if I'm not polite, but may I not ask for her phone number?"

Hasna frowned.

"Ah, don't be suspicious, Aunt. I forgot to introduce myself in more detail. I'm Airlangga, Papa Raden's son."

"Fen, Airlangga."

There was a voice calling Airlangga. They got closer and finally met.

"Ga, why are you here the same ...."

Airlangga.

"Where's the phone?" ask Hasna. Airlangga immediately reached into his pocket and gave the phone to Hasna.

"This. That's my number, you save yourself."

Hasna turned around and went back into the cinema.

"If you want the number, the tukeran used to be the latest iPhone, okay?"

"Eh?"