Widow Sama The Duda

Basuki

"This is the coffee" said Laila.

A cup of coffee that is still steaming is stored on the table. Laila herself sat on the chair facing Bagus. The two stared at each other. But soon Good shifted his eyes. Either upset or even afraid to be discovered about his lies. Or even fear both. Good at trying to avoid eye contact with his wife.

"Mas why?" ask Laila.

"No," answered Good.

To divert his suspect attitude, Bagus immediately grabbed the coffee and blew it many times. Before long a mouthful of coffee had flowed soaking his throat.

Laila let Bagus string the story in her heart. Unfortunately, none of the words came out of Good. That confession Laila never received. Laila decided to start the conversation.

"Mas, did you know yesterday that a neighbor suddenly died? His death was strange" said Laila.

"Huh?" tanya Nice while shaking her head.

"He died with glaring eyes. His mouth was open, it was hard to close. You know why?" ask Laila.

"So. Why why?" Good to ask.

"He was a liar to his wife" Laila replied in a scaring tone.

"God. Don't be so ah. Horrified," said Bagus while rubbing his chest.

"Where did he die, Ma? Isn't it our neighbor who died a girl? Didn't tell Mama back again? The mother who likes to lie to her husband, Pah." Hasna with her innocent face responds to Laila's story.

Good to hold his laugh. He saw clearly the face of Laila who looked so annoyed at him. Fearing that Hasna would be the target of his wife's anger, Bagus asked Hasna to go to play.

"That's why don't lie. If you lie, don't die. Again healthy just immediately caught," said Good with a satisfied smile.

"Ah yes really Mas. That's why don't lie. That meatballs same batagor buy where? Not from my subscription, is it?" laila was upset.

A good smile suddenly disappeared. He forgot that he also had a lie to Laila. Nice quickly apologized and gave the reason for his lie. All good to do for the health of Laila and her baby.

"It doesn't mean roadside snacks aren't healthy, La. But if there is something better, there is no harm either. Sorry, yes" said Good.

"Yes Mas. I'm also sorry about Mr. Mustache" Laila said.

Just hearing the name of the moustache pack, Nice already wasted a rough breath. Being annoyed by that name made Laila laugh. Not wanting to misunderstand him getting longer and wider, Laila immediately explained the lie.

"Mas himself taught me to be honest. Whatever it is, honest and open number one. Don't teach me to lie, Mas" said Laila.

Good hugging Laila immediately. Yes, it's good to admit his mistake. He was just afraid that Laila would not want to with the food she brought. But it turns out good fear is wrong. Laila understood very well when Bagus gave an explanation of her worries.

"Darling, I'm sorry!" good Saying.

"Mom, there's a guest." Bi Sumi made Bagus and Laila stared confusedly.

"Who?" tanya Bagus and Laila together.

"It's a shop business" Bi Sumi replied.

"Oh yes tell me to go in Bi," replied Laila.

As Bagus followed Laila to meet the guest, his phone suddenly rang. The number of the office guy that made him couldn't delay the call. Nice permission on Laila to answer that phone call in the room.

"Oh yes, dear. Go to the living room if you have already called him!" laila.

"Ready," replied Good.

Since Good could not accompany her, Laila went alone to meet the guest. At the sight of her guest, Laila did not know the guest at all.

"I'm Basuki Bu" said the guest as he extended his hand.

"Oh yes sir, I'm Laila." Laila returned the guest's hand.

"Oh please sir," answered Laila kindly.

The guest explained his purpose in coming to see Laila. Accidentally, the man named Basuki was shopping for his homemade cake during his home thanksgiving event. Laila's cake was served on the show and everyone loved it. The people present at the ceremony were not just the people around. Many friends and coworkers from outside the city of Surabaya who attended and attended the ceremony.

"If I order in large quantities every week?" tanya Basuki ended his lengthy explanation.

"What does it mean to sell again or personal consumption sir?" ask Laila.

"Why, Mom?" Basuki asked back.

"I mean if for selling again, it means I have to give the appropriate price. I don't know how much the deal is yet" Laila said.

"No problem, ma'am. Price is no problem for me. Normal price is okay. I need to send them their favorite cake every week. But later I choose the type of cake. Can it be prepared if it's empty in the store?" ask Basuki.

"Oh ready Sir. Ordered a week before. I'll prepare all the orders" Laila replied happily.

"Ready Ma'am. Thank you in advance. Then I say goodbye" Basuki said.

"Oh yes sir please. Thank you for believing in my shop, too" Laila said.

"Where's the guest?" tanya Good.

Right after the car passed Good met Laila who was still standing in front of her porch.

"Just got home. Tuh," Laila replied while pointing at the black car that was almost invisible.

"Why did he come here?" tanya Good.

With a big smile and a cheerful face, Laila explained the intention of the arrival of the guest. Unlike Laila, Bagus actually looked at Laila dumbly.

"Kok Mas not fun anyway? This is an achievement for me" said Laila.

"Seneng, I'm grinning. I will always be happy as the cake goes forward. But have you asked as many questions as he wants to pessen?" tanya Good.

"Son," Laila replied shaking her head.

"La, you're pregnant. Think about the condition of the baby also dong," said Bagus while rubbing Laila's stomach is still flat.

Laila did not know that Basuki was a wholesale buyer who had made the store almost empty at that time. Seeing that Laila was dumbfounded, Bagus immediately invited Laila in.

"Drink first" said Good.

Good reminded Laila to be more careful in working together. The cake shop they started was not so big. But everyone has to learn how to do business. Good did not want Laila to be negligent and rash in taking action.

"Mas so how should I? Am I gonna cancel?" ask Laila worriedly.

"It can't be dong, La. They are consumers. Their satisfaction is number one for our store" replied Good.

"How come?" ask Laila confused.

Nice to calm Laila down. Basuki will contact him for the amount and type of booking. Laila's promised time is a week from the booking process. Laila could gauge how many people it would take to help her in the store. Because Setelab knew Laila was pregnant, Bagus did not want to focus too much on sales.

Currently, the focus of Bagus is the health of Laila and the child in her womb. Good should make sure if the store can keep running even though he severely restricts Laila's work.

For Bagus, it's better to get a little profit than to see Laila tired. All will certainly affect his baby. Good to wait for news from Laila. If it takes a new chef, Good will certainly send it as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Mom." Laila hugged Bagus tightly.

Laila was always ambitious with the cake shop. Ideals that had broken but now materialized thanks to Good. He doesn't even know how to do business. Because what Laila mastered was only making cakes with qualities that need not be doubted.

Good meddling is indispensable for Laila. Especially when Laila was pregnant. Sometimes, Laila always thinks that she is an independent and strong woman. Good always reminds Laila that there is now a life that depends on her.