You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

Baik

Now Azam and Rendy are enjoying Rosita's boiled noodles, and they really enjoy Rosita's cooking.

"Em .. nyamy .. great Auntie cuisine! I like it," he muttered Rendy as he turned to Rosita with his hand stirring the boiled noodles in front of him.

"Where it's not good, 'there's a spice from there!" he answered Rosita as she fed her noodles into her mouth.

"He he he .. yes, but still different! Oh yes Aunt .. may I ask?" the boy looked serious as he chewed the noodles in his mouth.

Rosita turned to Azam who was wondering what would be the question of Rendy.

"What is it, you want to ask what?" look at Rosita who stared fixedly at the face of the little man.

"If you may know ... When has my aunt been in a wheelchair? from small or still recently?" Rendy innocently asked Rosita that.

Again Rosita turned to Azam who seemed to stop chewing, hearing the question from his son who was afraid Rosita felt uncomfortable or not happy.

"Ooh Aunt originally ... sat in this wheelchair from how many years ago after Aunt's accident, so when Aunt was a child it wasn't like this!" Rosita answered casually.

"Oh .. oh that's it, because of an accident! has her aunt been on medication?" investigate Rendy while continuing to enjoy her boiled noodles.

"It has. Aunty has been treated but the results remain like this and ... Aunty flavor .. may have been the destiny of Aunt who must be like this, Aunt received with airy chest, sincerely. Because we don't know what God's plan is like? man can only live it!" say Rosita back.

"What a pity, Auntie! keep your aunt working also by using a wheelchair! like just cooking noodles!" Rendy investigated again.

"Ho'oh's. As you can see! Aunty does all the work by using a wheelchair, Aunty is not strong for long standing and also can not walk." Rosita added by still showing her friendly face.

"Great pity. Aunt, but Auntie's really excited, huh? to live life even Aunty wants to work in a coffee-house"

"Tante doesn't just work in coffee shops. Coffee shop in the afternoon! so when the morning until noon aunty works washing also ironing clothes have people, yes .. is good for daily needs!" rosita's story.

Azam who was eating just listened, listening to the chatter of Rosita and Rendy who continued to chat and seemed connected. Azam stopped eating because his bowl was left! then he looked at the clock in his hand. The needle had already shown half ten nights, it did not feel as if it was there feeling very fleeting.

"Rendy .. It's night, son. We go home yuk? next time we play again, finish the meal. That eggs have not been eaten, said Papa Malik also not too night break! keep Rendy want to go home to Mother's place or to Papa's apartment?" Azam looked towards his son.

Rosita who heard the words of Azam wondered. He knew Rendy was Azam's son but why mention the name of the other papa and also the mother, Rosita became a little confused.

Rendy scratched her non-itchy head. "Em ... Go back to where you are!" the boy also spent the rest of the noodles in his bowl.

Then Rendy turned to look at Rosita. "Aunties. Thanks for the dishes?"

"Cock thanks anyway! everything that Auntie cooks is the one that brought you two! Aunt masakin doang!" Rosita is smiling.

"Yes anyway .. but aunt already bother cooking for us, yes already Rendy want to purify first!" the boy got up and took his old bowl and his papa to the sink and washed it immediately.

"Don't. Let Auntie do the laundry!" Rosita feels bad. But Azam's hand beckoned to let Rendy do it.

"But" he muttered Rosita back.

"I'm not feeling well!" Rosita looked at Rendy.

"It's okay! he's a regular!" azam is back.

"Oh yeah, I was curious. Whose is Rendy living with? isn't Rendy his son, Mas?" Rosita ventured to ask rather than all the questions bubbling up in her chest.

"Yes right, Rendy's my son! but he lives with his mother and father! I'd take him to play or go for a walk." Azam answered Rosita's question.

"I mean, Mum. She's separated from Mas's wife and she's married again?" Rosita investigates again and her heart continues to be curious.

"That's absolutely right. She's remarried and Rendy's living with her, I've been married again but not for long!" akunya Azam's.

Rosita nodded her head, she began to understand that Azam was a widower had a child that Rendy and Rendy himself lived with the same mother.

Then they say goodbye after Rendy finished washing her food.

"Thank you Ren .. sad to wash the dishes! though Aunty has told me to let it be a laundry-"

"It's okay, Auntie. It's just a little bit. I'll go home next time we meet again." Reni said goodbye to Rosita and then followed the father who was already on the terrace.

Rosita runs her wheelchair to take them to the terrace. His hands were waving towards the two of them.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. cepet healed huh? let it work again!" he said Azam smiled at Rosita.

"Wa'alaikum salam .. thank you Mas .. for his presence and also his souvenirs! there's only trouble!" Rosita.

Then they walked away from the place. Rosita remains standing in place until Azam and Rendy's disappearance is overtaken by darkness and a turning path.

Azam and Rendy speed up their steps to get to their car. And the night is getting late! Azam had to get Rendy to Renita's house faster.

A moment later Azam fled his four-wheel drive after the two sat in a car that did not forget to wear a seatbelt.

"Tante Rosita is good? Pah, friendly. And he's very persistent in the face of life, very high. Anyway Rendy likes deh, Oh yeah he doesn't have a son huh?" Rendy looked at her father.

Azam shook his head while saying. "Know papa anyway .. no! he married for a while. Haven't had a child yet and the accident and her husband left."

"Oh yes!" rendy muttered while leaning his back to the back seat.both eyes felt sleepy plus a full stomach.

Azam turned his head for a moment towards the silent Rendi and no longer let out his voice. The two eyes of the boy looked closed. Maybe he's a saucer. Both corners of Azam's eyes curved into a smile, then returned to focus on driving with the aim to his residence Renita and Malik.

Cekitt ....

Seriate.