Belonging to Mr. Fridge Season 2
Sorry to Worry

The incoming call on my phone screen, I immediately lifted up and stood up to leave the table so that my voice did not interfere with Om Riki who was working.

I threw down the cafe and stared at the highway, answering every question posed by a stranger.

"Yes, Mother. Caca's coming home this year, really. Doain aja Mommy, let everything go smoothly," I said to the wingless angel.

"Yes, yeah, Ca. If you don't go home, Mother will go there and tell them to fire you!" threaten Milda who sounds serious.

"Haha, Mother is very brave."

"Mother this seriously Ca, don't laugh. Nothing funny, you think Mother ngizinin you made work together yesterday? No! Mommy is just your permission to go to college," said Milda who seemed to miss her son.

"Yes, Bun. Sorry Caca if that, thank God Caca also did not get two years of contract here, so, ntar Caca can work there anyway."

"Why are you now?"

"Huh? What does Mother mean?" ask me who now does not understand the flow of conversation.

"Let's see there's a shooting, you have the same problem who's Ca? You know everything about you, you know? Riki's mother is angry with Mother because her son was the victim of saving you."

"Please dong Ca, do not make Mother here worried also be the ingredients of the rampage of Mama Riki. You know what Mama was angry about?" milda continued with an intonation that seemed to be between angry and sad.

I took a breath for a while, it felt really mixed right now, "Sorry Caca Bunda, because Caca Bunda so in amok by others. Caca yesterday was an unexpected event. Not the will of Caca as well as that, Mother just calm down. Caca was fine, though. Caca's coming home, definitely Bun," I said reassuringly.

"Jude, you're fine there and be careful. Don't do the same thing again, yeah."

"Yes, Bun. Inn Syaa Allah."

"Well, that's it, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mother."

I let out another slow breath, I don't know how sick it feels to be in the current situation.

When you want to turn around, "Astaghfirullah!" surprised to hold my chest.

"Oh, um what the hell is here!" connect me while hitting his arm. There's been Om Riki since when behind me.

He sat on a chair on the terrace of the cafe, with his face bent due to the morning sun and did not forget his smile.

"Sorly you, what's the phone call so far? Who's the same call?" the kepo question.

"Nothing, huh! Damn it, let's go inside again!" take me and walk first. Wait up! Why were his footsteps not heard?

I looked back, he was still sitting in the same chair, "Huftt ... Om, come on in! Let's quickly run the meeting as well let his clients quickly go home, Om think they work just the same Om?" my namel is ruffled by the waist.

Like my mothers, mothers scold their children for not eating or doing schoolwork.

"Yes-yes, ngomel mulu mah," his great-granddaughter with gontai steps. Back to the seat again.

There was milk on my table, "For you" he whispered before returning to his desk.

I just nodded and sat back down, occasionally my mind drifted to my hometown.

What if there will be a new problem later after I arrive? Can I solve that problem?

Ah. .. I don't think I'm ready to go back to the land of birth. It's not that I'm afraid I'm going to face problems.

It's just, I'm too tired with the current state of things as well as it seems later. However, problems will never be solved if you do not face it with the belief that the problem will be solved.

"Ca ... Glory!" shouted someone in front of me with his hands up in front of me.

"Did, Om!" surprised me while rubbing my eyes.

"Why are you, anyway? Even the sting is still morning."

"Where is the bengong Ca mah."

"So, what?"

"Healing, but his mind is doang."

"Udah was at home even his client's cake, Ca. You're daydreaming!" riki's reprimand raised his eyes.

"Hehe, yes, sorry Om. Where are we going, huh?" ask me while looking at the new watch shows at 10 am.

"You spent the milk first, Cil," Riki ordered and looked at me.

"OK, Om!" I exclaimed and immediately quickly sipped the chocolate milk in front of me.

"Om Farhan where's Om?" I stared at Om Riki with an empty glass.

"Tuh," in short while pointing the outside of the cafe toward a car. I squinted my eyes to see whose car it was.

"Oh, Om's car is coming, huh?" I turned my eyes back towards him.

"Yes." Yeah." His outstretched hand wiped the milk marks that were near my lips, "Let's say, Om."

"Together, yaudah yuk!"

We walked side by side to the car, I sat next to Om Riki of course and Om Farhan sat next to the driver.

Along the streets, no one opened their voices. I looked at the faces of these adults one by one, wrinkles were already near their eyes.

Maybe, the effect is too cool, anyway, "Om, guess what, yuk!" ask me to look at Om Riki's face.

"What guess?"

"Later, Om Riki, Om Farhan the same Mr. Driver replied, yes. Anyway everything in this car must follow, can not refuse! Point of absence with comma!" I was firm and made Om Farhan also the driver stared at me through the rearview mirror in the car.

"Why Om Farhan, Caca saucy, huh?" ask me to raise my eyebrows while smiling.

"Huh? T-no Ca," stutter it and avert the eyes. While the driver held a smile because I managed to tease Om Farhan.

"Ehem!" there was someone beside me who seemed to be burning.

"Why Om? Drag, huh? Kan, don't eat anything."

"Yes, drag it because it eats someone's fist."

"Ciee ... early in the morning the blind got a flutter," my god and got a sharp look. I just put on a whimper, "basic parent baperan!"

Because I feel the situation is not supportive to play guessing, I also do not continue it. I faced the body to the street, "Widih, very beautiful dress. But, very open," I said commenting on the dress in the store sebrang.

"But, that's really cool. Can be salto in public."

"Well, that's even kayang bwahahaha."

Citt ...!

Bughh ...!

The brake car suddenly, making my body automatically slammed forward. Thank goodness Om Riki's burly hands held my body back from colliding with the driver's bench.

"Sir, can you be careful, can't you?" ask Om Riki in a cold tone, "you too, why don't you wear a seat belt?"

"Sorry, Mr. Riki. There was suddenly someone crossing when it was not time for people to cross," replied the driver in a low tone.

"Next time be careful!"

"Riap Mr. Riki."

I restored my position to a better seat, "Om sorry Caca," I said, staring at her focused face with her seatbelt on.

No answer, "Ih, Om!" call me even harder.

"Hm?" tanyanya looks at me.

"Sorry," my great-grandson stared at the floor of the car.

"Yes, no papa" he replied with a smile.