You Forgot My Wife's Son

Chapter 32

In one of the traditional markets, puddles in some places, chicken cutting scars are stagnant, and cause unpleasant odors. But did not discourage Kartika to look in the way of Allah, for the sake of his small family. He bought cake ingredients to sell tomorrow.

"Bang, the chicken pillet is one kg, in finely chopped, yes" he said while observing the newly cut chicken still looks fresh.

"Good Ma'am" did not talk much the brother chopped Chicken until smooth.

Finished paying the Chicken, Kartika headed for a butcher not far from the place. He bought minced meat for fried bread stuffing.

"****. Astagfirrullah..." Kartika looked down on her pants that were exposed to dirty water from her smelly fish should not be asked. Currently Kartika passing in the place of fish sellers. Although not buying, he wanted to find a shortcut to quickly get to the vegetable merchant.

"Sorry, Sorry. I accidentally," turned out to be a fellow buyer's mother who walked in incautiously.

"Yes, ma'am, it's okay" said Kartika. Kartika then arrived at the vegetable place. He immediately chose potatoes, tomorrow's plan will make a sus cake.

"Sir, we meet again" Mother who stepped on the puddle earlier, suddenly stood beside her.

"Eh Mother" Kartika smiled.

"You're spending a lot, want some echoes?" ask the mother.

"I'm selling cookies Ma'am" she answered smiling kindly.

"Oh the same then, but I'm not producing it myself, just selling my dikios, if you want to join it" said the mother.

"really?" Kartika.

The mother nodded. "I give you a mobile phone number, if you're serious. Ma'am, can send anytime, our cake shop is open at seven in the morning" said the mother.

"Normally the one who looks after my cake shop is a boy. My mother said she had my permission. "Oh we haven't met, my name is Huri."

"I'm Kartika Bu Huri" they exchanged phone numbers, and kept each other.

"Okay... If there's a change call us." Ms. Huri put the phone in the bag.

"Ready Ma'am," Kartika was excited.

"Mom's shop usually sells cakes at what price?" ask Kartika. This time they sat in plastic chairs, which Kartika borrowed from traders.

"If it's a special cake, five thousand Ma'am"

Kartika nodded in understanding. "Well Mom, from my 3500 it's up to Mom to sell how much."

"Okay.. deal." said Mom and then I went home first.

Kartika looked at the footsteps of the middle-aged mother to be invisible. He saw his dirty pants, because of the splashing water. It turns out that thanks to the water that stinks this bentek brings blessing.

Kartika realized, Allah provided His servant in many ways. For example, because of events that people might consider unlucky, it only brings sustenance. The key must be patient and sincere, if it was to respond with anger, surely the mother would not offer cooperation.

Kartika back shopping, this time just buy dry ingredients. After getting everything, Kartika walked looked sloping because the weight carried tentengan. He placed two pockets left and right for a moment, on the market floor. Move your hands because they feel sore.

Kartika was surprised that two of her pockets were uplifting, the man walked quickly to take her out.

"Hee... give me back my groceries" Kartika chased after ngos ngosan after a bit near Kartika stopped.

Because the one who brought the groceries turned out to be Rangga. Rangga waved a hand carving a smile. Then open the trunk to enter the groceries.

After finishing Angga rushed to Kartika. "Let's go up, why are you staring there?" grabbing Kartika's hand gently and then pulling her slowly.

"Why?" Angga stared expectantly.

"Look, my pants stink, it was in a puddle" Kartika said.

Not out of sense Angga lifted the slim body of Kartika, took her to the car. Kartika patted her husband's chest.

Angga lowered Kartika near the car door, then opened it. "Let's go up" Angga rubbed his wife's face anxious because it always gave a rejection.

"And I told you, Mas, my pants stink."

"Don't Alesan, our son will wait a long time." Jeni is the most powerful bridge for Rangga.

"Yes, yeah. I went up" he said scowling. If the reason Jeni Kartika also according.

Kartika got into the car. This time sitting in front of no more rejection.

"Why are your pants dirty?" ask Angga while turning on the car.

"The name is also in the traditional market, so it is, if the rich will not feel this." he said.

Makes Angga flinch his heart. The car was running moderately, until a few minutes both were silent. Angga has stringed words every time he wants to meet with Kartika, but once he meets his tongue is cheesy every time he wants to speak.

Still like the previous days Kartika looked foreign to her husband. Although it has been repeatedly Angga wants to fix it is not that easy for Kartika. Hownot? diana is the wall between the two.

"You sell cakes?" Angga broke the silence.

"Yes" he said, still staring sideways at the streets.

"Tik, I don't think you have to sell, I can support you guys, let's open your hearts." Angga turned his head to the side while looking at Kartika who put his cheeks on the glass with the palm of his hand remained silent.

If you know what I think, I want you to be firm. Choose me or Diana. If you choose me. I want you to work not in your wife's office, any work even a small salary, which is important enough to support me and your child. But I can only dream.

"Tik" Angga repeated.

"There's no other answer, how many times have I told you. I don't want to be combined." said Kartika.

"Don't you remember a little bit about our commitments. There will never be a third person among us. Therapy, all that bullshit!" Kartika began to remember when the promise of Angga first began to ignite his emotions.

"Unlike you think Tik, our relationship isn't as wonderful as you think." Angga sucked in a breath of tightness.

"Haha..." Kartika laughs softly. "Maybe Mas, talk to me a thousand times, still she's your wife who is always sleeping, right? isn't it Mas?!" Kartika wipes tears with the back of her hand. "Mas think I'm strong at imagining it every day?!"

"Don't just go home, in the factory office, you do that. I thought I didn't know?!" Kartika's body shook violently considering that the husband she loved had such a body to enjoy, and easily said that it was not as imagined and did not love Diana.

Angga turned to look at Kartika who was hiccuping. That's how hurt his heart is? Angga pulled the car over.

"Sorry" Angga was speechless. Her tongue clasped Kartika's hand gripping the seat.

Kartika pulled her hands rough. "It's easy to say sorry, a thousand times, but Mas has hurt me, not only hurt me. Rejecting the promise that has been spoken before God."

"The problem is I sell, you don't need to be caring and considerate. Where have you been all this time? uhhh?!" Kartika turned Angga to vent his anger that he had been enduring all this time back a hiccup.

"Tik" Angga stared at the woman he loved. I wanted to hug and calm down, but there was no courage.

Angga did not say back to running his car looking ahead.