You Forgot My Wife's Son

Chapter 43

The scorching sun did not make Kartika give up. He stopped the transportation that led to where Jenita demanded knowledge.

"The school is out of the way" he said. After the car stopped. Kartika street down so as not to be bentok and then down from the transport.

A smile expands as Kartika gets off the transport seeing Jeni waiting to be picked up. Both hands held the fence.

"Mother.." cried Jeni.

"Yes dear.." at a quick pace, Kartika approached Jeni. Nodding to the security guard while leading Jeni. Cross the road and then back on the train.

"Tumben, who picked up Jeni Mommy, where is Dad?" ask Jeni. For a month, Rangga picked him up without being absent.

"Indeed, you can't, if that invites you Mother." Kartika embraces her son's shoulder.

"It's not so Bun, it's usually Dad who picks you up." he replied.

"Dad's got some business, baby" he said. Transportation runs fast, not long before arriving in front of the shop.

A 40-meter, two-story shophouse.

Stand The board reads JENITA BAKERY.

The bottom one is for effort, while the top one is for sleeping with Jeni. But sometimes Kartika let Jeni sleep with her father in the shop next door.

"Assynoltom..." Jeni said hello.

"Waalaikumsalam" Sekar and his two friends Riri, along with Evi, were packing one fried bread, egg-filled pastels, potato croquettes, plus a nogosari, put in the box.

"Eh, you're home pretty?" she asked, her hand immediately kissed Jeni.

"Aunty" he answered, then took the empty glass from the small dish shelf, filled it with water and sipped it.

"That's really thirsty." Sekar chuckled to see Jeni who was drinking seemed to be in a hurry.

"Banget Aunty" he said, smiling. Reasonable. Because, usually Jeni picked up Dad with an ac car or at least with a motorbike.

"Immediately cukii feet, wash hands, continue to bobok dear." said Kartika who just entered the room. Because, Kartika greeted fellow traders outside.

"Just like Mommy" whined Jeni.

"Yes"

"I nemenin sleep Jeni first yes Se" said Kartika walked up behind Jeni after being embraced by Sekar.

Kartika wagged the mattress with a lidi, arranged the pillow while waiting for Jenita to the bathroom.

Jeni then changed her school uniform with a funny dress. With a fan cooler that is reflected by the padlock so that it does not easily catch wind, which is paired by Rangga, when they just moved first. Jeni is laying her body down next to Mother.

"Bun" said Jeni sleeping on her side staring at Kartika.

"What's wrong?" tanya Kartika put away Jeni's bangs that covered her face.

"Why the hell Bun, we don't live in one house with Dad? sleep together, eat together, like sister Anisa, or like Jeni's friends?" this question is often thrown from Jeni's lips.

Kartika breathed heavily. "How many times have you said Jen, you're too early to understand adult issues. Someday if you grow up, you'll understand for yourself, and understand what you're doing."

Jeni just kept playing the buttons of Kartika's shirt.

"What is important is that you are not lacking the affection of Mother, nor Father."

"You'd better bust it, '" Kartika kissed her son's forehead. Soft swab swabs. Not long after, Jeni fell asleep.

After making sure Jeni slept, Kartika corrected Jeni's position. Put the bolster next to him and then go back down.

Kartika visited Sekar who had not finished arranging the cake for orders. "More Se?"

"Fifty more boxes left" Riri said. Because he's counting the rest of the cardboard.

"Continue, it's still four o'clock, he took." today's order will indeed be taken at four o'clock. Sekar, which is part of the wet cake production, assisted the theme, while Kartika only monitored.

Kartika himself is in charge of making bread boxes.

Kartika then lifted the bread in the basin that He made before picking up Jeni earlier. Bread of various flavors, there is also fresh bread. Bread is packed with thick plastic and then in the press, lasts up to three days, with preservatives that have been tested BPOM so it is not harmful. Packaging with the logo Mother and child who are joining hands and reads JENITA BAKERY. Justeru make people curious and then stop for a while to buy bread.

The arrangement of bread one by one in the storefront.

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Angga came out of the garage along with it. Diana was seen getting out of the car, after being opened the door by the driver.

"Rangga.. you finally go home" he said as he approached the Rangga motorbike that had been lit. But it hasn't run.

"Ga" Diana wanted to hug Rangga, but quickly Rangga raised a hand so that Diana would not do that.

"I've dropped my talaq on you twice. And now that I'm your third talaq, that means you're not my wife anymore. We'll meet in court, to get our divorce legal in the eyes of the law.." Mungkas Rangga, then run the motor that sounds already loud.

"Ladders..." Diana held Rangga's motorbike from behind, inevitably Rangga stopped.

"Ga, please think again, I don't want to split with you. You're my first love, and you'll be my last." Diana stopped Rangga's motorbike.

"But, I never loved you Diana, didn't I tell you that long ago you set me up." actually Angga didn't want to remember that anymore, but if he looked at Diana, he said, the ugly shadow sometimes flashed.

"Don't reveal it again Ga, let's fix it all. I'm ready to have a child from you, I'm not afraid anymore my stomach is fat."

"Sorry again, move aside. I want to go through." Angga continued to speak slowly. Diana was stingy.

"Mang Diman, please tell your boss to step aside, I want to pass." Angga ordered the driver.

"Miss..had it been, Miss better come in and rest." The driver pulled Diana's hand.

"No, let me go."

Once there is a gap Rangga directly tancap gas. Rangga launched the bike, no longer looking back. Diana's voice was still Vaguely heard. It was also heard, Mama Uly who was persuading him.

Until the red light faintly sounded Adzan Ashar because it was covered with a helmet. Rangga turned his head when the mosque was right on the side of the road, where he now stopped.

Rangga pushed the motor over, then looked for a parking spot. He went into the mosque, took the ablution water which is on the left side of the mosque.

There are some people who are ready to pray. Rangga's legs felt trembling, his heart was tapped. He followed the back row. Now he only realized since when he had never run this second pillar of Islam.

He prayed fervently to surrender to God. Now he realizes all his khilaf and his faults. He asks forgiveness to the owner of the universe. Until the Imam said sallam.

He prayed, if he could ask, and God gave him the opportunity to repent. He was determined to be a good faith for his son and wife. After the prayer, Rangga came out with a rather calm heart.

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