Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 15

What a sweet thursday morning. Knowing the schedule of her husband who had to leave as early as possible, Wiya had prepared everything. Wiya is so deft and painstaking to serve the needs of Zayn, so even though he had to leave before the sun rose high, Zayn did not have to hurry and still could enjoy breakfast.

Wiya let go of her husband from the front door until the car carrying her husband disappeared from behind the high fence of their house. Actually since then Wiya waited for her husband to say something about today, but Zayn left for work without saying anything.

But Wiya doesn't want to be childish anymore. This is their first wedding anniversary, Wiya does not want to ruin it with things that are not important. After all her husband had to go to work, there was a morning meeting that was far more important than just saying that.

Wiya returned to the kitchen to resume breakfast after dropping off her husband. I am also getting ready to go to college.

"You want to go home now? Come with me, all of you," Dad bargained

"Well, I want to cook first with Mom. Later Zayn who picked up really," said Wiya enthusiastically.

"Oh yes, then, you go first, yes" Ilyas' father kissed his son's forehead and said.

Wiya finished her meal and helped mom wash the used breakfast dishes. After the kitchen came back clean, Wiya dressed to buy some groceries that she had recorded from the cooking class group.

"Mom, Mamang who sells vegetables is still often late?" wiya asked her mother who was opening a shop.

"Still Wiy, tumben deh you. Never-before, what to buy? later the mother who bought it," said Ria's mother.

"Kan Wiya wants to cook for Mas Zayn ma'am, so let Wiya only buy. I haven't been out here in a long time," while helping Mom move the chair.

"It's up to you, at least through it mamangnya, want to make what the hell is it?"

"Eheheh, gulai leaves cassava bu," said Wiya.

"Fish the salt don't forget," Mother added with a laugh.

When the store was cleared, Mom changed the signboard hanging on the glass door. And it appeared that the traveling greengrocer was pedaling a carriage with a large laden vegetable cart. Various green vegetables and plastic-dependent. He stopped just below a large catapult tree across the street in the complex park.

"Tuh Wiy, his mama," exclaimed Mother.

"Ah yes, oh yes ma'am. But I don't have any money,"

"Well what the hell? I want to buy vegetables but I don't have any money. Her husband doesn't do the shopping ration?"

"Pinjemin kek bu, yes time vegetable shopping use card?"

"Hem.hemmm.it's in the drawer first. Catet loh yes,"

"Ahaha. Yes ma'am.iya"

Wiya took a few tens sheets from the drawer that belonged to Mother Ria. Then she grabbed her socks, put on the sandals of the house and went straight to the vegetable maker who was now mobbed by her fans.

Wiya slightly greeted some of the mothers he knew there. Among them there are school friends who are now also married. Other mothers who know Wiya also say hello to Wiya, as if Wiya is an artist in their complex.

Actually Wiya was not very good at small talk, but she kept a friendly smile and removed her awkward expression of being in their midst.

"Ilma, I haven't been shopping in a long time. Yesterday's wedding was not difficult, continued to move once have rarely come home here, right?" said one of the women there.

"Eheheh, I'm sorry Mel. The recipe is impromptu, sorry mommy all." replied Wiya kindly, "Em, mang I want cassava leaves a quarter aja mang," Wiya tried to divert the conversation.

"It's getting pretty now, yaiyalah yeah. Her husband is not a rich man, handsome too, must be the treatment of this powerful Ilma now right?" added another mother.

How does this mean ? Skin care I use mandra for?

"Yes now mah playnya care ya ma'am, but in the past inget do not really like playing the same scuffles comberan,"

Waduh, Ilma village next door bu ah.

"This neng leaves sigkongnya, coconut milk same seasoning bowl teu sakalian?" said the mamang with a distinctive Sundanese accent. He handed her a package of cassava leaves, Wiya put it in her shopping basket made of straw.

"Yes, how much is it?" Wiya took the money out of her pocket. He can't wait to get out of there.

"Eh but now fatten Ilma, isn't it mom?" This mother is an extraordinary type of kepo, she asked while holding Wiya's stomach and then was crushed by one of her friends.

"For the hamidun maybe you are, yes Ilma? You just got pregnant?" urge other mothers.

"I'm sorry I'm done shopping, so happy to see all the mothers. I first yes, I've been waiting for mother," said Wiya. "Oh yes ma'am one more, I'm not pregnant yet. I may be too happy because I am too happy. Mang, thank you. Take the change." Wiya noticed the vehicles on the left and right and then immediately crossed the road leaving a crowd that was so creepy. A little longer Wiya survive, I don't know what else will be the material of their struggle.

After Wiya, the complex journalists continued their activities. Shopping while ria.

"Eh ma'am, can happy times make you fat? My life has been naughty nelangsa really, want fat ya fat too, even fatter this now," said a mother who was the biggest there.

"Eat it or ma'am, do not like julid ama live people," said Mang greens while laughing at the actions of the mothers. "If the mothers are not fat because they are happy, but mostly eat the meat of neighbors, aka gibah,ahahha."

"Oh mamang, we're not going shopping?"

"Yes do not mind ma'am..don't.sok or hunted I still want to meet ma mothers to the next complex"

"Huuuu, belagu lu mang ah!"

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When Wiya got home. I was busy serving the shoppers at the store. Wiya went straight to the kitchen and placed the shopping cart on the table. His face was bent by nine folds. Wiya was very offended by the treatment of complex mothers just now.

Am I that fat? sampe thought pregnant? hyx.

Wiya took the phone in her shirt pocket, she wanted to complain about this to Zayn. The bias of Wiya's mood will improve after hearing her husband's advice.

Tuuuut.tuuut. But there was no answer until a few calls.

Not wanting to disturb her husband, Wiya put the phone on the table. If later it is not busy will definitely return to contact, after seeing the unanswered postings from Wiya's contacts. Wiya continued his intention.

While picking the cassava leaves and separating the hard leaves with the shoots, Wiya did not forget to glance at his phone waiting for a call from Zayn. But until Wiya finished washing the vegetables and peeling all the subtle spices, the phone had not yet rang.

Wiya grabbed the thing and checked something. But found nothing. It is with great force that Wiya seeks Vela's contact and contacts her.

"Sorry Miss Vela, is my husband in her room? I haven't answered the phone since. Did he finish the presentation this morning?"

"After the presentation this morning, Mr. Zayn immediately met outside the office. He left the same Mr. Taufik, and he left his cell phone in the bu room."

"Huff, you please say yes, I'm asking you on the phone back,"

"Well, ma'am, is there more?"

"No, I'm sorry I called your phone, Vela, is my husband's schedule so busy today?"

"It's okay ma'am, maybe because last night Mr. Zayn wanted to go home early, his urgent work eating must be completed today as well," explained Vela at length.

Wiya ended the call and put the phone back into place. Wiya cooks with a feeling of sadness.

You are busy, you must have forgotten to say happy anniversary to me

And last night you said you didn't forget this special day.

Wiya continued his activities. He sauteed the fine seasoning until the smell of the spice came out of it, then Wiya mixed a little water into the cup where he smoothed the seasoning and poured it into the pot, do not forget to pour coconut milk into it, then put the cassava leaves that have been squeezed first. All he did while still paying attention to the direction of his phone.

Then Wiya poured a drop of dagger into the palm of the hand, while sitting and saying basmallah, Wiya tasted the taste of the sugar.

Frying salted fish that causes a savory smell throughout the house, do not forget to grind the rice sauce ala his own hands. The phone hasn't rang yet.

When the cooking is cooked and served on the table, Wiya takes off her apron. Picking up the cell phone will soon be going up to his room. It's almost lunchtime, but Zayn hasn't been in touch. Where is her husband going?

Wiya cleaned up, took a shower and had lunch with Mom downstairs. After that Wiya chose to sit on his favorite soft sofa in the TV room. The long gray sofa that was deliberately not replaced because it was very comfortable for family members in this house. Suddenly the phone on his desk rang. Without waiting for the tone to ring twice, Wiya immediately answered him.

"Mas" with great enthusiasm. He did not want to tell me about the complex mother.

"Dear, sorry. I just got back to the office. And now it still has to go. My phone was missing." explains Zayn. "What's the matter, baby?"

"What the hell is it, heum. Don't you want to say something like that?"

"Oh yeah almost forgot, happy anniversary yes," said Zayn in a hurry. "Darling can I end it first? I'll call you as soon as I finish the job, okay?"

"Yes, be careful" replied Wiya limp.

Huh huh? is it her anniversary? hyx.

Waiting for the next call from Zayn, Wiya gets exhausted and falls asleep on the sofa. Mother just slightly justify the position of her child. Wiya fell asleep until ashar arrived. His man was disturbed when he heard a knock from the front door.

She quickly woke up to open the door excitedly. Her husband came home early to celebrate their wedding anniversary. So thought.

"Mas, are you home?" he said cheerfully while opening the door algae. "Dad?" his tone sounded clear.

"Assalamualaikum, why son?" ask dad.

"Waalaikumsalam, I thought Mas Zayn was coming home,"

"So sorry, my son waited for his husband to come home until he did? did you really get disappointed when you knew it wasn't your Mas who came home?" dad riled up Wiya's head. "Excuse me dong dek, is this his father not allowed to enter first?" please be careful because Wiya has not yet moved from the door.

"Dad.." whining Wiya.

It was almost dusk, there was no sign of Zayn's return. Her husband had not contacted her since noon. Wiya is still waiting while checking the work that Risma sent. But Wiya in fact can not think clearly at all at this time.

He looked up at the dark sky from his desk. Finally, Wiya decided to contact her husband. It turned out that without waiting for long, the call was immediately received.

"Assalamualaikum, baby. Sorry I can't go home now. Later you will come home to be picked up by Mr. Taufik aja yes Wiy. It's okay, right?"

"I went home alone, man,"

"Well, how come? I work for Wiy, not to play. I also cape Wiy. Plis knows!."

"I don't sulk, I can go home alone,"

"Do you want to beat me up or not?" zayn said firmly.

"Kok you get angry anyway mas?"

"I'm not angry, I asked you. Still want to hear me, don't you?."

Wiya did not answer the call, for some reason her heart was so fragile hearing Zayn's stern words that felt foreign. Like an early change in a couple's attitude after a year of marriage.

I told you, slowly you will change.

Wiya wiped the circle that accidentally fell on the cheek. The car came in from the fence of his house. Mr. Taufik has come to pick him up and take him home.

"Yes, sir taufik is downstairs. I'm ready to go home first."

"Be careful" said Zayn before ending the call.

Indeed, from the deepest little heart of Wiya, the old wound re-exposes to the surface. Wiya recalled the anniversary memories of their first and last relationship a few years ago.

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