A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 27

Now I'm calm because this woman turned out to be Mom's friend.

Although confused because he can recognize me and I don't even know about him.

"You look confused" asked Hamidah softly.

The world feels cramped, it turns out that my mother and the mother of my wife's dream man are friends.

"We'd better talk in the park, shall we?" bring him.

"I followed my wife first, ma'am" elakku. Because I was afraid that Hulya would look for me, or worse, she made a scene at Azam and Sarah's party.

Fortunately, he was still at the table. "Yes, come on!" take me.

"Where?" tanyanya lazy.

"Someone wants to talk to me, it looks like she's Azam's mother" I explained.

"Azam's mother? Why did Mas Azam's mother talk? Would you like to give me a warning to stay away from her daughter-in-law?" his lips.

I sighed, "he turned out to be my mother's friend" I explained.

"Oh," that's just the response.

Then he got up and walked with me to the park that is still in this hotel.

"This is your wife?" asked Bu Hamidah as soon as he saw us.

"Mommy should sit down to accompany Mas Azam to welcome guests, why even here?" sindir Hulya's.

Oh, my God, why did Hulya become disrespectful like this to an older person, even to someone she didn't know.

"Hulya," I said slowly but with great emphasis. He just mumbled.

"I'm sorry for my wife Ms. Hamidah" I said unkindly.

"No papa Mas Ragil" he said.

I was surprised that he even knew my name. Wanted to ask, but I remembered that he was my mother's friend.

"You must be confused as to why I can recognize you?" I asked as if I could read my mind.

"Actually I've seen you and your mother, but you don't seem to hear mom's calls" she explained.

I can only smile in response.

"Mom's going home, who knows my mom misses me too" I bargained.

Ms. Hamidah smiled and then took my hand. "I'm sorry, Nak Ragil, I'm sorry" he said, and a tear gushed from his eyes.

"Mother why?" many confused.

"Mom!" call someone who made Bu Hamidah wipe away her tears as soon as possible.

"Mother is here, let's go back to the guarantee!" said the man I thought was Bu Hamidah's husband.

"Yes sir" the man did not say much, not even looking at me or asking what we were doing there.

Ms. Hamidah did not introduce me to the man and just passed by.

"You know Mas Azam Mas's mother?" hulya asked who was suddenly next to me.

"I just got to know him. Let's go home!" take me.

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Our relationship is getting better, two months after we attended Azam and Sarah's wedding, Hulya has now changed a lot.

Although we still decided to split the bed, but now we do not fight much.

Like this morning, she's back preparing food, now she wants to ask me what food I like.

It's good that Hulya wants to change for the better. But our household, it feels strange if it has to continue like this.

Her appearance also changed, she no longer wore a shar'i outfit with her wide headscarf.

Now his clothes are a little bit shaped his body although it cannot be said to be tight as well.

The uniform she wears is like the uniform of the teachers in her foundation, the wide hijab has now changed with pashmina and also the rectangular hijab with a more contemporary model.

The change made me a little worried, lest all that he did for the sake of being like Sarah.

Although the way the two dress is still somewhat different, but I can feel that Hulya slightly follows the style of dress Sarah.

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Today I decided to go to my mom and dad's house as I do every month.

Yes, give monthly rations and visit them. I just got here again because it was some time this busy with various consumer orders.

"Mom don't think you want to look at us anymore Bang" Mom said as soon as I got out of the car.

Indeed, last month I did not have time to visit him because it was work and the weather of the capital was uncertain.

The rain made the streets often flooded in some places and the road I went to return to this house was often flooded.

"I'm sorry Brother Ma'am," I said relented.

"Father is going to his friend's house" replied the mother reluctantly.

"Saeba again went with her husband" she continued.

It's Sunday for sure they're probably spending time together, my mind.

"Why isn't Hulya invited? Mother is surprised by your wife, during being a daughter-in-law who rarely wants to come here. Boro-boro come over here and call mom never!" grouse mom.

The relationship between the two is not close, I am also confused about how to unite the two. Maybe it's because Hulya and I are also being stretched, so I don't expect much of her and my family's relationship to be okay.

Then I remembered something, "oh yes Mom, I got a greeting from a friend of Mom's name is Bu Hamidah," I said conveying a message from my mother's friend.

But to my surprise, she looked shocked even to drop a glass of warm tea for me.

"Gosh Mom!" peekikku then looked at the mother's feet.

There is a scratch wound due to broken glass that hit it.

"Mother sit here, you take the medicine first!" I sat down with my mother who looked surprised.

While cleaning the wound of the mother, suddenly the mother realized from her shock, inexplicably hearing the name of Bu Hamidah actually made the mother like that.

"Where did you meet Hamidah Bang? What did he say to you?" fawning mother.

There was panic in his voice and the look in his eyes. I don't know why exactly what I saw was mom being scared of Ms. Hamidah.

"At my friend's wedding, Mom, she's my friend's mother, apparently," I explained.

"WHAT?!" squealing mother.

"How many times have you seen him Bang?" my mother's voice was panicking.

"Just one time Ma'am, he also just send greetings to Mom and promised to come to see Mom later" I replied straightforwardly.

"No ... Not possible," she's not clear.

Suddenly she got up and walked to her room leaving me alone in the kitchen.

Before long I heard a noise from outside the house. Saeba and Faisal had a fight.

"Don't be shy of me! Anyway I don't want to know, I want that bag to bang point!" saeba's voice screeched.

I rushed to both of them. "What's the Ba? Sal?" my reproach.

Saeba looked shocked to see me, her face pias. Unlike Faisal who actually looks grinning.

"Ba-Bang Ragil when is it coming? Why isn't the car there?" tanyanya nervous.

"That's your car" I pointed at the car parked in front of our neighbor's house.

Access to the entrance to this alley is only enough for one car, therefore I can not enter if someone is parked outside like this, I had to pull my car over to the vacant lot in my mother's neighbor's house.

"why are you yelling Ba? What was? Can't you guys talk good?" reprove again.

Saeba just looked down, "sorry Bang, we did have a little quarrel" he replied.

"Come in" I'll take both of them.

"small you say? Along the way you nyerocos relentlessly Ba! Just because I can't buy you the bag you want!" sambar Faisal looks angry.

Saeba will sulk if her wish is not followed, I know that. But I think he's changed since he got married.

What did Faisal say was true? If Saeba always undermines her?

"It was your fault Sal! As a husband you should meet Saeba's needs!" sambar's mother came out of her room.

Faisal snorted, "did I not meet Saeba Ma'am's needs? Dare you talk here?" challenge Faisal.

Saeba glared perfectly, then after that she cried. "Mom already, it is indeed Saeba's fault, forgive Saeba Bang. Please stop this debate," he said, covering his face with both palms.

Mother approached Saeba and hugged him, only Faisal who laughed cynically saw the two.

"Purely!" it was a slow sneer I could still hear.

Mother tried to calm Saeba down and occasionally stared furiously at Faisal.

"How much does Saeba Sal cost?" manya curious.

If it's only a hundred thousand I don't think it's a problem. Even if Faisal objected then I would give it to Saeba so that they wouldn't have to fight like this.

"Du—"

"Just five hundred thousand bang. Already Bang, no papa," cut Hulya fast.

Though he was still crying, hearing my question to Faisal he could immediately stop and answer me.

Her eyes looked as if pleading with her husband. I'm sure there's something hidden.

"All right, I'm sick of you!" faisal complained and left us just like that.

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Tbc