Widow Sama The Duda

Whiskers

After getting all her orders, Laila asked Bi Sumi to cook the meatballs and batagor brought by Bagus.

"The same is true for Bi, too" said Laila, handing over iced oranges.

Laila patiently waited for meatballs and batagor. Even Laila was sitting in the dining room. Not wanting his meatballs and bricks to cool down before he ate them.

"This is Mom" said Bi Sumi.

A bowl of meatballs and a plate of batagor are served on the dining table. Not to forget a glass of orange ice has also been provided by Bi Sumi. With a happy face Laila thanked him and immediately enjoyed what was in front of him.

When Laila ate, Bagus swallowed her saliva. Afraid that Laila would know that what she ate was not bought from where she wanted. But according to Bi Sumi's advice, Nice to be as relaxed as possible. Preventing Laila's suspicion of him.

Actually Bi Sumi had warned that Good should not lie to Laila. But when Bagus explained his reason for lying, Bi Sumi finally understood. Without being able to comment again, he simply agreed on what Good had planned.

"Mas want?" ask Laila.

Good looking at Laila fixedly was quite surprised. He immediately shook his head. Rejecting Laila's offer with just her head.

"It's delicious loh Mas," replied Laila.

"Abisin only," said Bagus.

"Mas, who sells meatballs is still the moustache sir isn't it?" ask Laila.

Huh huh? Whisker sir? How do I know La. Even if I buy it at your subscription place, where I have noticed the seller. I don't know what a moustache is. You are very concerned about the same thing that sells meat. Up to the keinget if the one selling the mustache. Look out later if I'm back in Jakarta, I see the guy. If I'm young, I have to make the same calculation.

"Mas," said Laila when she saw Nice bengong.

"Eh yes, why? It feels different, right?" tanya Good panicked.

"Do you know how different it feels?" Laila asked back.

"Yes not. Just guess," replied Good increasingly panicked.

"Purchase suit says no to me?" ask Laila.

Laila's question made Bagus even more upset.

"Why is La?" tanya Good.

The panic was beginning to disappear. Now what is good to feel is regret.

"Yes not. Usually, if I know that I bought the meat, the meat is not using celery. I don't like celery" replied Laila.

"So the taxi driver knows what you like and don't like? Are you the same as a meatball?" tanya Good.

"Loh, his name is also a Mas subscription. I must be a snack every day. Even if I replay get a value of 100, I must be in the bonus." Laila told me excitedly.

"What bonus?" tanya Good.

"Yes eat meatballs for free. The bonus period is the same way, Mr. mustache anyway?" laila said with a laugh.

A laugh? It was good to snort angrily when I saw Laila laughing. Nothing funny at all. For Good, all of Laila's stories are so unimportant to tell. Not important? Ah in reality, Nice kept finding out out out of curiosity. But after knowing the story, he actually upset himself.

I don't buy meatballs from there. Though I can tell the moustache is really special for Laila.

"Mas batagornya also less," said Laila cut off when Bagus immediately berampit to the room.

"Cape me, La. Take a nap!" good Saying.

Laila nodded and let Bagus go to the room. He smiled happily when he saw Good was annoyed with his chatter.

"See who lied to me. Is it good to work?" laila Mummings.

Not wanting to take a headache, Laila immediately continued eating her meatballs and batagor. Although the two foods were not from where he wanted them to be, Laila could not possibly let them go. At least Laila should appreciate Nice's effort. Even if it does not live up to his expectations.

Hasna who had just returned home from school immediately called out to Bagus with a cheerful voice. Hasna's longing for Bagus was probably the same as Laila's longing for her husband.

"Hussst" said Laila, gluing her index finger to her mouth.

"Why?" ask Hasna slowly.

"Other father is sleeping. Rest," replied Laila.

"Oh," Hasna said as she nodded.

Hasna and Kayla went to the room to change their clothes. While waiting for Good to wake up, Hasna watched tv with a small volume. It barely even sounds at all.

"What is the sound of his voice?" tanya Laila samb sat next to Hasna.

"Son," replied Hasna quietly.

"What do you do if you're not surprised?" ask Laila.

"Fear to disturb Papa. Papa must be cape" Hasna replied.

Laila looked at Hasna with a full day. Something Hasna on Good. Maybe if Deri saw this, then he would be the one who was sickest from jealousy. Hasna's treatment is always sweet on Good. Laila felt like this had never happened between Hasna and Deri before.

Maybe because Hasna was a child. But Kayla who was big enough at that time looked so indifferent. Just now, even though Kayla was already in a blue white uniform, she was still being sweet on Nice.

It wasn't awkward to hug her and spoiled with Nice. A man he had long considered a replacement for his father. Even when Laila asked about her real father, Kayla was silent.

Kayla says she doesn't hate her real father. What Good gave him and did to him made him have no reason to hate Deri. But one time if his father came to see him, Kayla also had no reason to meet him, let alone talk at length with him.

"Hasna," called Nice in a hoarse voice.

The typical sound of waking up Good sounded very loud in Hasna's ears. He made the boy look up and run to embrace him.

"Where's kayla?" tanya Good.

"Dating" replied Hasna.

"Huh? Time to date?" tanya Good.

"Why indeed? Can't you?" Hasna asked back.

"Can't dong. School children do not date," said Good.

"Kayak Hasna huh Pah?" hasna said confidently.

"Yes dong. Papa's child must be enthusiastic and diligent in learning. Look Mama, pinter and achiever. It makes you proud" said Good.

Good speech certainly makes Laila flowery. Laila thought her husband was angry, but the truth was Good didn't look angry at all.

Actually not not not angry, Good just did not want Laila to get angry when she knew her anger. After all, maybe what's good is not anger. Just disappointed that Laila keeps talking about Mr. Good Mustache himself does not know who Mr. Mustache is. It's better to be jealous there's a meatball that Laila told me about.

"Mas want me to make you some coffee?" ask Laila.

"May," answered Good.

"I am Pah. I can too" Hasna said.

"Udah let Mama. You are the same Papa here," said Laila.

Laila immediately went to the kitchen. Making a special coffee for my beloved husband. All he did as a thank you for the food he had brought. In addition, the coffee he made was as an apology for his attitude that made Nice uncomfortable.

Actually what Laila told me about Mr. Mustache was a lie. Laila's subscription meatballs are a woman more or less the same age as Bi Sumi. All Laila did was get upset at Bagus.

Laila knew the breed and the batagor she ate were not the same as what she wanted. Laila knew very well that the food was not from where she wanted it to be. But it was good to lie to him. Although Laila was convinced, Good had his own reasons for lying to him.