When Love Is Present

Chapter 98. Rujak

Repeatedly Vim fidgets pacing around the front page. Occasionally bend your head to the end of the road in front of the house. Busyets. Something when awaited will not show itself. Vim is disappointed but still expects something he wants to pass in plain sight.

"Why are you so nervous?" Laras became curious to see Vim.

"Waiting for something."

"What'sthat?? Seriously so."

"The angel descended from the sky to bring me rujak."

"Rujak?? Wanna rujak?? We make it."

"don't want. Just buy Laras."

"Nobody kidding?"

"Laras.i want rujak." Vim said a word and firmly.

"Aunti's homemade spice is also good. We buy fruits that are not in the house."

"Just make you. I wait for the seller to pass. Where the hell is he?"

Laras shook his head. Since Laras was pregnant, Vim often asked for food that he rarely ate.

"What time is it to mom's house?"

"An hour's left."

An hour passed and Vim went back into the house. Not too excited. In his mind a fresh voice can complete his desire for the food. He swallowed saliva. Just look at the rancher in front of the house tomorrow. Ready to be interrogated by Vim because today did not appear in front of the house.

"Wait for what. Yuuk to mom's house."

"With all her clothes?"

"Yes. Just wash it there "

"No. Just leave it here. Aunty will take care of the clothes."

"I'm handing it over to aunt." Quick barrel to the kitchen. Denying it produces nothing.

"I've called mommy that we're going to the east house." What Vim meant was the house of Laras' parents located in the east.

And they arrived at Laras' childhood home.

Vim looked around. It was always so when he just arrived somewhere.

"The strands of the leaves are not comfortable to see. I'll call people to clean this yard."

"Daddy hasn't cleaned around the house yet."

"Dad don't do this. Call someone else and give them a wage. Let me take care of and tell dad."

The page is very different from the Vim home page which is always clean and bright. In the house of the parents Laras, the leaves are more often down considering the large trees growing around the yard. In the house of Vim long branches and branches have been cut down.

"Ruby! Rujaaaaa!"

The cry of the poet bewitched Vim. He immediately looked for the direction of the sound. His desire will be satisfied.

"Mas! The snow!"

The Baras steps stopped hearing Vim's scream. Finally the craftsman showed up too. Laras leaves Vim and the rancher.

"Spicy oil yes. One pack."

"Yes, um."

It's not just Vim who buys rujak. A mother not too old came near them.

"The paste is 1 pack yes. Spicy cetar."

"Yes, Mom."

"Eeeeh mas Vim. buy rujak yes . Make it, huh, mas?" Greet the mother.

Ah the mother knows. Vim is smiling. Hospitality needs to be nurtured while maintaining authority.

"Not Ma."

"Ooh must be Vim. That's natural pregnant wife husband who cravings. Some people are so vim."

"Yes, Mom." Vim smiled again.

"How many months has it been."

"Two Mum. Praying congratulations, Mom.

"Aamiinu. Iiih.si dedek must be handsome like his papa and beautiful like his mama."

"Thank you Ma. Sorry to enter first, ma'am. This is all to pay for mom's money."

Vim gave up fifty grand.

"Owaalaaa thank you very much Vim. Cheap windfall.born happy grandpa ya."

"Thank you Ma. Excuse me."

"Yes, I'm Vim."

Mom is waiting for her soul. He looked in admiration at Vim.

"It's handsome, fine, rich again. Lucky his wife." Knock on the mother.

"This guy, Mom?"

"This is her house of in-laws."

"This is Mom's voice."

"Thank you for that."

Vim looked at Rujak with passion. One by one the pieces of the pea-spiced fruit went into his mouth. The taste of the asem sweet mix refreshes the throat.

"Enak mas rajaknya?" Ask Laras. He just came out of the room.

"Ehm delicious. Wanna?"

"No I don't want to."

"Please drink water." Pinta Vim's.

Lara rushed to get it.

"This. Uuuluuh. Is spicy?"

The barrel wipes Vim's sweat with a tissue.

"Little."

She knew her husband did not like spicy food.

"Not usually wait for a rujak. You really want to?"

"Say the mother I crave."

"Yes could be a mas. I went to the room. Mom's at Mardiah's house. I haven't come home."

"Go."

Not long ago, Laras' father came.

"You guys here?" Ask dad.

"Well, yeah well we just came."

"How's your job?"

"Currently. The trees in the yard are already lush. Need trimmed. The leaves pile up below. Can it be cleaned?"

Vim asked for father's approval.

"Yes.yes, how many days it has not been taken care of. It's up to you Vim." Dad mangosteen.

"Father called the handyman. I don't have their phone number."

"All right."

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Two artisans cut down the branches and branches of trees that protrude long and sweep the leaves that cover the yard .

Vim watched after a run this afternoon. His breath was panting up and down. Sweat drenched his face and body.

"Den afternoon. Finished sports?"

"Yes sir."

The two men were ready to go home because it was late afternoon. They sat for a while to finish the rest of the coffee.

"Dead where sir." Vim is among them.

"RW next to den, RW 5." Said the haired father.

"There's still a bunch of her volly?"

"still. Now it's two teams."

"A lot of young people there. It's just one team." Word Vim.

In the past Vim always strengthened the volleyball team in his residence. Sometimes friendly matches are held to test the abilities of the team members.

"It's late afternoon, we'll excuse you.

"Good sir. You still here tomorrow, sir?"

"Yes den. Clean up the trash that's still there."

"Return it sir. No trash left, sir." Vim Message.

"Good den. Tomorrow the pickup brings all the trash."

"Siiip sir."

The afternoon has not changed. Slowly but surely it will change the night. The door of the house will be closed but Vim hears his name called.

"Den's good.I was told to send this."

She is a house assistant. The door is not closed.

"What's this?"

"Do not know den. Create non Barrel.

"Yes already. I accept."

"I'm sorry." Pamit the ART.

"Honey this is from mom for you."

"What is mas."

"Fruit pudding."

"Well, that's great. Must be good."

The appearance of fruit pudding is appetizing Laras. Clear pudding in which there are pieces of fruit and then eaten.

"Ehmm delicious. Try the flavor."

"You're just healthy." Prevent Vim when Barrel gives him fruit pudding.

"I won't eat this much. Let's do me a favor." Half forced barrel.

"I've eaten then."

No fruit pudding left two pieces.

" Resid."

"Your word must be finished. Now your share is spent. Don't refuse beib."

"Of course I want to."

"good. Tomorrow we go home and the day after I go to Singapore for three days."

The sentence Vim makes the Baras jerk. Three days apart from Vim what it's like. He has to be alone again.

"Create?"

"Occusual work." Vim stared fixedly. Saving this beauty before him into his memory to be unforgettable forever.

"I'll be lonely. Can't it just be two days or a day?" The face of Laras changed softly. Without Vim is the emptiness felt.

"You'd better stay here until I get home. With mom in a few days." Same words Vim said yesterday.

"Darling.mom would want you to stay here longer. I happened to go with my mother first. Maybe you want to take care of her grandchildren, too."

"alright. Finish your work and go home soon. Promise?"

"I promise."

Where possible Vim can linger far from the barrel. Although there are photos and sophisticated media tools to look at each other face and talk, still can not treat the taste in the heart to meet. The barrel is a magnet and only the barrel can attract Vim's heart.

"What do you want to bring from there? Branded bags are you?"

"Thank you, man. There are also many branded bags." Laras imagined the price of those bags which for him was super expensive. After being married to Vim, he had the bags. He never asks but Vim gives as a gift.

"Different from what I brought, baby. Your up. Tell me what am I gonna bring?"

"none. I'm back safely, that's enough for me."

"Laras.please say. Perfume, chocolate, clothes?" Vim.

"Mas. Bring me some chocolate. Yes chocolate."

"There again?"

"No."

"Good darling. What do you want, baby?" Vim spoke in front of Laras' stomach.

"I want you back soon." Barrel Whisper.

"Hahaha..did you hear baby? That's what your mother said."

"That's baby mas's wish."

"Huaha..Yeah.yeah. Pray my business is done so I can go home soon." Vim touching the cheek Barrel.

"If he had been born, I would have bought him a toy from there."

"Later if you were born and raised. Remember we have to prepare for his future. Better save for school kids." Although young but the way of thinking Laras including adult once. Things that escape Vim's attention, Laras will reach him.

"really. You just calm down. I prepared all that. Raise the children well."

"I'll try."

Geck. Geck. Geck.

"Clearned! Vim's! Ayoo dinner."

Mother's call is heard. Laras and Vim take a look.

"Yes, ma'am, we're going there."

Vim nodded following Laras into the dining room.

Vim lowered his head to open his phone while Laras took food. Both lines of his eyebrows are painted swooping over the eyes giving a firm impression.

"Eat the mas."

"thank you. Father tomorrow the yard is clean and the handyman doesn't have to be charged anymore." Vim told dad.

"Thank you, Vim."

"Together yeah."

Mom saw the rice on the barrel plate. There was only vegetables on his side.

"Laras eaten his flesh. I'm making another meat pat so you're satisfied to eat it."

"Yes mom. Eat with vegetables first. The barrel does not want to be mixed."

"Thankfully the trees in the garden began to grow large. A few more years can be taken out of the wood. The money will be for my grandson." Dad's story.

"It's nice to hear it, but I'm sorry that the money from the sale will be for father and mother only. Can be used for other purposes." Vim thinks from his income alone can support the life of his small family.

"All right Vim."

"Accept only Vim. The garden is from the money Vim gave you when you were married." Said mother.

"Then I keep the money. If we need it we'll borrow it." Vim. The needs of his family are his responsibility. He is still able to fulfill that.

"Yaaaah it's okay to keep it Ma'am. Maybe one day it's useful." Said father.

"Add more Vim?" Ask your mother more offers.

"Yes mom. Mom's cooking is good." Reply Vim. I glanced at Laras and Laras understood what she meant. The barrel adds rice to the Vim plate.

"Simply Barrel."

Vim opens tofu pepes wrapped in banana leaves.

"As like?" Ask Laras.

"Like. Including the botoks."

"Oooh nak Vim likes botoks. Tomorrow I'll cook the boat, huh? You can take it home."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Well, all Baras can learn to make a botok. That's Vim loh's favorite. You should be able to make it."

"With the help of the mother, Laras can."

Barrel smiled.

"Not to be spicy, ma'am." Vim.

"Besok Laras will remind mom of this. Isn't it Race?"

"Yes Mom. Mas Vim doesn't like food too spicy." Laras.

"Do you want more mas?"

"That's enough. Just make you. We're back in the afternoon.bu. My preparations for Singapore." Vim asked permission.

"Son Vim is going to Singapore? Whatever it is good. Then Laras stays here, right?"

"Related back here after driving me to the airport. I tipped Laras ya ma'am as long as I'm gone."

"By pleasure. Here the house of Laras also really. You're free to come at any time." Mother's voice is soft.

Laras does not want this night to quickly pass into the morning and Vim will leave. He refused to be left and therefore now hugged Vim. His head was on Vim's chest.

"Save me a minute. If this is how my steps become heavy." Vim's voice was calm without pressure.

"I can't sleep in a mas."

"could. Must be. Hug the bolsters and say my name three times." Vim Canda.

"Not funny. I'm coming with ya mas."

"What's? Not Barrel. Your gestational age is very young. Better just stay home." Refer Vim.

"You can knit during my departure and here's my mom who's always watching you. I'll calm down there 'cause you're in this house. Don't travel as long as I'm not around."

Vim stroked the head of the rear barrel. Calms her mind that Lara is. They have never been far away all this time.

"Don't cry isn't good for baby." Inevitably Vim became heavy-hearted leaving Laras.

"Hurry home."

"Yes I'm going home soon." Word Vim.

"Are you two alone?"

"It's just me and Joel. Don't be afraid we'll sleep apart."

The barrel hit Vim's arm slowly.

"That's not what I meant. No other woman?"

"Yes not dear. Again just me and Joel. Believe this. You can ask Joel every activity I do there."

"That could be arranged."

"Do you believe me?" Ask Vim. Their eyes stared at each other.

"Believe." Answer Laras.

"good. So don't worry, there's no other name in my heart."

"Really?"

Vim nodded. Laras a little calm despite the confusion that still dwells in him.

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