UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 148's

I'm like a dream, my shadow's a pseudo.

I'm like a flower, on a withered pick.

I am like the wind, can be felt but cannot be seen.

I was like a shy princess, seen as unreacted, yet sensitive.

But I am your soul. Every time you breathe, then I'm going to blow your mind off your chest.

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Steve came home earlier than usual today. On his watch, the clock still showed one o'clock in the afternoon.

After lunch at the office with Dinda, Steve prefers to go home. Because he wants to spend time with his wife.

But before returning home, Dinda invited her husband to stop by for a while at a large supermarket not far from her husband's office. With a big belly that she always held, Dinda forced her way into the supermarket.

Actually, Dinda is lazy to shop in shopping centers and such. Dinda is also lazy to buy kitchen ingredients. Often Dinda proposed that Steve eat out or order online. But her husband did not want to. She just wants Dinda to cook for her.

Dinda's memory is still fixated on last Sunday's incident. Where Steve is in the lyrics of many women when they go shopping for baby equipment.

As if in remembrance. Dinda was afraid of the events of Mothers staring at this thirsty husband, repeated again today. But how else. Dinda had to go to the supermarket, even if she had to. Remember that! Forced.

“We buy potatoes today?” ask Steve.

Steve nodded. “Whatever my wife wants to buy. I'll love.”

Tombal. The words are sweet, the cake of the former.

They pick fresh vegetables. But Steve did it. Dinda, who was serious about choosing fresh potatoes, suddenly chuckled at her husband's actions.

“What are you doing?” dinda asked with a smile. And Steve answered innocently followed by a slightly fluffy smile.

“Attempting my wife.”

“Gosh. What is kale wilting for mainin. Later in angry kiosk owner loh.”

Steve was acting funny. Kale leaves are withered, he made a mustache, and big ears mimic the style of a monster. Instead of Dinda surprised, she laughed at the pride of her husband.

“Hihi. Its nothing. The important thing is that you can smile.”

Steve was not ashamed. Although many people glanced at him, he did not care. The important thing is to be able to entertain his wife and prospective children, he was happy.

Steve glanced at the vegetable-seller lady. The fat woman who wears this apron, looks smiling to see Steve act out.

“The shop's mom just smiled,” Steve said. “That means I'm quite entertaining.”

“It's okay Mom. Husband comforting wife is natural. Especially the baby. Surely he was happy to see his attractive father,” the store owner said.

“Tuh listen. The shop mom just said comfort.”

Dinda still with a chuckling expression. Followed by the nod that Steve was entertaining.

“You are the perfect married couple. Her husband is handsome, his wife is beautiful. Not kebayang, what will be a baby sister in the stomach of her mother. Must be handsome and beautiful like his father and mother.”

As Dinda sorted the vegetables, she heard the chirping of the vegetable stall owner. She was friendly to Dinda and her husband. She gave him a sweet smile as the fat woman praised herself and Steve.

“Have been caught the sex of the baby grandpa, Mom?” ask the shop owner to Dinda.

“Her gender is male.”

“Woah” Hearing Dinda's reply, this fat lady gaped. “I'm sure Mom. His son must be handsome like his father. Duh, the perfect family. Especially if one girl is added. Must be complete already your happiness.”

“Mother is overly complimenting,” reply Dinda with a sweet smile. He was ashamed when he was praised.

“You are indeed a matching young couple. Rarely did a buyer come with her husband. Usually only pregnant women. While her husband was busy. But this time it's good luck for Mom's shop. There is a young couple shopping, it feels a blessing from the sky is blessing the efforts of Mother.”

The woman said to Dinda while reminiscing. As this fat lady recalled, she had never seen a buyer let alone a pregnant woman come to the stall with her husband. Dinda and Steve just came here. That is why she looks happy when she sees a pregnant woman in harmony with her husband.

Kiosks in this supermarket are actually not quiet. Even next to Dinda and Steve were many buyers. It was just that the fat lady was focusing on them, while the other buyers were serving her daughter.

“Have you bought it?” ask Steve slowly.

Dinda nodded. “Already. Just pay.”

The plastic bag of potatoes that he had chosen earlier, he gave to the selling woman to weigh.

“Because today you are the first customer to come complete with happiness. So, Mother as the owner of the stall will give this free potato. I hope you become happy husband and wife.”

Dinda looked at Steve. He thought there was something wrong with this fat lady.

“Mother Means......?”

Dinda doesn't understand this woman. While the fat woman smiled, while giving potatoes to Dinda.

“To celebrate you as the first pregnant Mom to come with husband shopping at our kiosk. So I gave this potato away for free. Gratis. No need to pay,” he said repeating his words earlier.

“Oh. No need Mom. We can pay for it.” Steve refused it friendly. While reaching into the wallet, issue paper money.

“No need. I'm glad you guys would take it.”

“No Ma'am. We feel too much. Just take the money. We can pay for it.”

The woman again smiled kindly at Steve, his hand rejecting the money Steve gave. “A proud thing to be able to give free potatoes at this kiosk for Mr and Madam.”

“But Ma'am,” Dinda interrupts.

“Take it. Don't hesitate!”

Uh. He forced. And forced, Dinda must accept it. He elbowed Steve, asking him to accept the free potato. Steve understands. He and Merta took the plastic bag.

“Then. Thanks for the potatoes. May Mother's kiosk bring blessings,” said Steve then left.

The woman nodded with a smile. “May you be happy,” he said as he waved.

They had already left this stall of fat ladies. And the owner of the stall was still looking at the backs of the two who looked hand in hand.

“Haiyah. Happy to see pregnant women.”

Pregnant Mom, if you want. Let's not be jealous of Dinda. Hihahi.

****

Dinda sorted out a lot of food that will be purchased. Oh, really. His stomach was getting more and more troublesome Dinda's movements. Just to sit down, see the foodstuffs that were placed at the bottom of the shelf Dinda was unable to reach it.

Especially sitting down. Ah, hard, I swear. This large balloon further inhibited Dinda's movement. It feels heavier every day.

“This is what I helped you with,” said Steve. He knew his wife was in trouble.

“Take one kilogram of medium protein wheat flour and one kilogram of corn flour. Then one kilo of high protein wheat flour and milk powder along with pandan paste.”

Steve was used to helping Dinda shop. He became a grocery trolley driver. Often it is difficult for Dinda to take something, Steve will definitely help.

“Othermore can I get?” ask Steve again. He was done with Dinda's request. Dinda pointed upwards. Shelves that display a lot of goods, the height is not because. Dinda is hard to reach.

“Susu Pregnant women above.”

Steve looks. Short of that milk. But his wife really couldn't reach him.

“You are really the shortest wife.” Steve flicked Dinda's nose. And his wife bent her lips.

“I'm not the short one. But you're too tall."

“What taste? Plain, strawberry, chocolate or vanilla banana flavor.”

“Strawberries only. The one kilogram.”

Their shopping carts are already plenty. Steve and Dinda end shopping for this much stuff.

They're heading to the parking lot. And all the stuff Steve brought. Although heavy carrying groceries, but he can still get his wife to walk.

“Your stomach is getting bigger. I thought we'd have twins.”

That soft whisper of Steve, made Dinda swing a smile.

“Alau not twins. Most importantly, our current son is coming soon.”

Steve knows that. But it felt upset at the baby. He took Dinda from him. Even Steve often asked for his ration, currently unable to.

He was afraid when he was having fun, the wife even contractions. He was afraid it would happen.

“Father's son is in there. Get out quick. Don't bother anymore, mother. Don't make your mother sad. Anyway son father should not trouble Mother now.”

Tired of Dinda hearing that remark, but what power. This man was very impatient looking forward to being inside there quickly coming out of hiding.

Steve kissed Dinda's belly. Wife smiled. Although the parking lot was a bit quiet, there were two people who had just passed by. Seeing Steve say that, the two men chuckled.

“Come home,” get Steve to hurry. Dinda nodded.

****

“Oh. The leg can return to Jakarta.”

Stevie breathed a sigh of relief. He just got off the plane. With his big sunglasses, he dragged the suitcase towards the airport exit.

“After almost a year of not returning to Indonesia. I miss my sister's face. Oh. It should be here again.”

Stevie has not been back to Indonesia for a long time. She is currently pursuing her career as a model in America.

Not caring for the father who always nagged him, asked Stevie to go home to Shanghai. This stubborn woman still did not heed his father's words.

“Peduli is very much the same Papa. I don't want to be forced on this. I just want to live my own life.”

In front of the airport exit, a black car was waiting. Stevie told Zico he was going to Indonesia. So he called the boy to pick him up at the airport exit.

“Here brother!” shouted Zico while waving. Stevie saw a wave of hands from the man sitting on the hood of his car.

“Have a long wait?” ask Stevie.

“Newly until.”

“Telah.”

Stevie coded a little, a sign that she should get in the car now.

Zico opened the car door for this bar-bar woman. Like a queen, Stevie entered graceful. His big glasses he pinned on the slit of his shirt that almost split his chest. But still polite, not too sloppy.

“How's Stevie been doing for the past year. It's okay, right?” ask Zico.

They were speeding on a toll road that was a bit quiet. Occasionally Zico glanced at the fashionable clothes of women who pursue a career as a model. More beautiful, not changed at all. Let alone his makeup, surely all the people of Adam rose blood shivering to see it.

“Hahs. I'mtired. Every moment is on Papa's phone. I'm upset that I have to keep asking to go back to Shanghai.”

“Jadi—”

“Ya I'm back to Indonesia.”

“Steve already know Stevie's arrival here?”

Stevie shakes. “Let it be a surprise.”

“Ouh...”.

Zico glanced at him. Looks like Stevie is complaining, complaining and wants to give up. The burden of this woman's life, it's very difficult to carry. It must be hard to live in the shadow of a father who sticks his mind. Zico was never in that position. Just imagine it, he understands a little. It hurts, forced.

“So. Big brother news is not good at this time?” guess Zico.

Stevie nodded. He bit his seatbelt, a sign that he was in an upset mood.

“From the look on my face you can see it.”

“It should be so.”

Yeah anyway. Zico saw that Stevie was sad. It's just that Zico is just like Steve. He's afraid of Stevie. She was too cruel as a woman. So Zico did not dare to ask more about his life while living in America. Or, this woman will pull her hair until it falls out. Ih horrified.

“Co,” whine Stevie.

“Ehm.”

“According to you. Is marriage the end of a woman's suffering? Or was it the beginning of her happiness?”

Wait for. Zico was stunned to hear this remark. He glanced, glaring at Stevie. It was thought that Zico the woman was talking while looking at him. But not. Stevie turned her face to the car window. Staring at the buildings in the passed in the eye pelupuk. Almost Zico the PD

Disappointed me.

“What does Stevie mean?” ask Zico doesn't understand.

“Married.”

“Married? Seriously? With whom?”

“Ya just marry.”

This is what Zico told Stevie the most. If he talks like giggling. Sometimes he talks too loud. Zico started to get upset.

“I know brother is getting married. I mean, with whom will sister marry?”

“I asked Co. Don't want to marry anyone!”

Stevie glanced at Zico's rude and cynical face. Zico already knew, this aura of horror would begin to peak.

Ah drat. I should have properly examined his words. Ah, die me. He could stare at me cynically all the time like this.

“Ah. Um...” Zico is beating small. I swear, he just wanted to disappear when Stevie was already creeping his thighs. “So.... I mean earlier. Be married..... That's exquisite... Brother.”

“What a beautiful!” jolt Stevie while releasing her handcuffs on Zico's thighs. “You think I don't know. That fake smile of yours wants to say that you're so grateful that I'm getting married. Aye!”

“No brother. No. gabe. The vow. I can't possibly say it so,” said Zico shaking loudly. “Really.”

Uh. Stevie knows. It's free to tell Zico. There he won't understand the problem. Instead he will add to the problem.

Stevie regrets sharing his story with Zico. That kid is boring.

“Take me straight home. I want to rest.”

“Not stopping by somewhere first?” Usually is. Zico reminded. Usually, Stevie often stopped by either the mall or the salon. To be sure, he would not return home before he was completely finished with his not-so-important affairs.

“Ngak. I just want to go home.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Zico. Although actually Zico still want to ask the purpose of Stevie's speech was— about the wedding. But it was a snooze, horrified to invite him to talk at length.

“Good. We go straight to home.”