You Forgot My Wife's Son

Chapter 30

After Jeni and Anisa play, Rangga invites lunch together. They are still in the restaurant.

"Where else is this done?" asked Rangga turned to look at Jeni who was drinking, had finished eating.

"Whatever Mother?" Jeni looks at Kartika.

"Mother's advice, we should just go home, rest, so that tomorrow the school Monday is not tired." Kartika.

"Yes Bun"

They left the restaurant and went home after buying souvenirs.

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The next day, as already planned Kartika intend to sell. He woke up at three in the morning making fried food and Bakpau.

Kartika's first step to make Bakpau dough he let stand until it expands. While waiting for the dough to rise. Kartika made wet lompia, he filled it with minced meat, which he had made in the afternoon. The next morning I added vegetables.

With painstaking he filled one by one then in the fry.

The second batter balen sausage, the potatoes he has boiled in the afternoon, currently only****** and fill in. Two cakes are ripe he fried until yellowish brown teases the taste.

The last Kartika opened a napkin cover batter Bakpao seems to have expanded twice.

Before continuing his duties Kartika stopped for a moment, doing the dawn prayer first.

After dawn he filled Bakpau with taste farean. Brown, green beans, which taste sweet. While the salty taste of Kartika makes chicken stuffing.

One by one the breakfast merchandise is cooked. Kartika composes inside a heat-resistant transparent plastic box.

"Alhamdulillah..." Kartika.

"Oh Allah..What time did you wake up Tik, everything is ripe?" Arumi who had just woken up saw the spirit of her sister.

"Three o'clock Ma'am, I take a shower first huh"

"Yes, let me wake the kids."

"Thank you Ma'am" Kartika picked up a towel draped in a clothesline located near the kitchen bathroom.

"Mother... Mommy, want to sell again, right?" ask Jenita who has been wearing a full school uniform.

"Rubber, pray yes son, hopefully trading Mother's bestsellers" kiss Jeni's cheeks affectionately.

"Aamiin, try we've met Daddy Bun, Jeni wants Mommy at home just like Bude Rumi, Pakde who is looking for money." Jeni was sad to see her mother work hard.

"Sudaah.morning should not be sad, should be spirit dong." Kartika crouched in front of her holding both of Jeni's shoulders.

"For Mother, there is also a father who will still look for money, not all housewives want to stay at home, depending on her husband allows or not to work outside" said Kartika, actually, Jeni is not worthy to talk to this matter. But for Kartika to make Jeni grow up.

"Yes Bun" Jeni then came out of the room wanting breakfast before leaving.

Kartika looked at Jeni from behind. "Mother will tell me everything when it's time, son." Kartika muttered then followed her son.

"It's. try the cake made by me, sister." Kartika brought a plate of cake put on the table.

"Oh your plan to sell so?" tanya Aldi took one cake and bit her.

"So brother. It's good, brother, the cake?" Kartika was wary of staring at her chewing sister-in-law, worried that her merchandise cake was not tasty.

"Enak-enak." replied Aldi.

"Yes Tik, it's delicious" continued Arumi.

"I want round eyes" said Jeni who meant batter balen.

"Here, Mother Take it" Kartika stabbed one with a small fork put into the cup and gave it to Jeni. "What do you want, Nis?" Kartika looked at Anisa who was still drinking milk.

"Nisa wants Bakpau Auntie..."

"She's beautiful." After breakfast, everyone was leaving.

"Ma, I'm leaving" said Aldi, finished wearing socks and shoes and then saying goodbye to his wife and son.

"Yes, it's."

Arumi escorted Aldi to the yard, he was also ready to take Anis and Jenita. Actually it could have been Aldi if they went to work and delivered Anisa. But the direction is opposite.

Tin tin tiiinn...

"Whose car is it?" tanya Kartika, who was pairing Jeni's shoulder school bag.

"Rangga came Tik, he said he wanted to take Jeni with Nisa at school" said Rumi.

"Oh good Ma'am, so you don't have to bother." Kartika.

"It's neat. You guys left, have been picked up Om handsome was outside" said Arumi.

"Yes! we're invited" Jeni jubilantly pitted her palms against Anisa.

"Not so bude, bude will be delicious, do not have to deliver. No, not Nisa." Jeni who replied.

"Betul Ma" Anisa directly ndusel on her Mama's neck.

"Yes already.. y'all be careful son" concluded Kartika.

The two children rushed forward. Arumi followed.

While Kartika quickly entered the room, changing clothes that are comfortable for traveling sales. Kartika is used, it is better to use a t-shirt made from adem, comfortable to walk around.

Kartika opens the curtains, the netra is aimed at the owner of the car on the side of the road. He's like a wobbly Rangga probably looking for him, letting the kids in the car.

Kartika pity also actually, seeing Rangga who was confused. His voice reflexes him raised up it feels like he wants to wave. But he could undo the man he loved was big head.

Kartika sat in front of the mirror tying her hair to make it comfortable. The shadow of Rangga appeared on the glass. Kartika rubbed her eyes, blinked and then looked back.

"Yes Allah... Kartika shook her head. Then kedapur.

"Mr. I'm leaving ya." he said he had set the box on the bike.

"Semogo smoothly yes Tik," Arumi who is ready to bring a house weapon that is a broom. Towards the front.

"Aamiin..."

By calling Basmala. Kartika biking. "Kue.. kueeee.." a loud voice echoed down the streets of the complex in front of the houses.

"Neng.. I want her cake" middle-aged woman pushes the fence.

"Please BU.. selected her cake."

My mother chose cake. He brought a place from home and took the cake with the clasps one by one. "How much is Neng?"

"Because it's meat with 3500 chickens one, ma'am."

"New bell, sell here?"

"Yes Ma'am, the first time it was sold" Kartika smiled kindly.

"I bought 30 Neng seeds." The mother gave up 105 thousand.

"Because of the first buyer's mother, I've sorted 5 thousand ma'am." Kartika returned 5 thousand dollars.

"Thank you Neng, hopefully selling." Mother's prayer then went inside.

"Aami...Yep. Allah's..."

Kartika returned to scratch the bike after saving money in a small bag that he tied up on his waist.

"Kue.. kueeee.." about ten meters from the mother's house, there was a grandmother stopping Kartika's steps.

"How much, Ma'am's cake?" Grandma took a peek at the look of a nice looking cake how to shape it.

"Three thousand five hundred Grandma"

"May I get one? if it's good I buy a lot."

"Oh please Grandma, which icipin would you like?" Kartika nodded in respect. Then open the box cover.

"This is it" The grandmother teased the warm Bakpao. Silence while tasting the taste.

"How's Grandma?" Kartika deg degan's.

"Enak Ma'am" Grandma gave her thumbs up. I bought it all." said Grandma sure.

"Oh can Grandma"

"How many more cookies?" ask Grandma.

"Therefore all three hundred and ten seeds, there went on to buy 30 seeds. Means still about 270 more Nek" explained the Rose.

"Alright, I'll take the place inside first." Grandma then went inside not long back carrying the basin with her ART.

"What's the show, Grandma?" Kartika was surprised to buy a cake up to almost 300 seeds.

"You have a show, it'll be noon."

"Oh that's it, Grandma. The one that paid 270 only Nek the rest made extra."

"Thank you Ma'am, later your cake, Grandma promote it to my son's cedar friends"

"Thank you, Grandma"

"Already Grandma? need some help?" a young man approached Grandma.

"Carticles?" the young man was flabbergasted.

...HAPPY READING'S....