Berlianku My wife
233. empty

With a soft and orderly word arrangement, even though it has entered the age of twilight. But Miss Mirna's spirit is still fiery. Transmitting the love of cooking to their students, hoping they will also feel the same love for the ancestral heritage recipe. So that later even though the age is eaten up time, all of it can continue to be developed and loved.

If when with Sinta, the children of the home are taught modern cuisine in the western style, with Bu Mirna children are taught simple cuisine. Utilizing the ingredients of the wealth of the archipelago around us, but can spoil the tongue that touches it.

As an introduction, responding to the era of the many popping hot coffee cafes. Material this morning, make a variety of sambal. From the simplest to the weirdest. Ms. Mirna can make dozens of kinds of sambal, but that afternoon Ms. Mirna only taught 3 kinds of sambal only.

When the practice of making the simplest sambal, onion sauce, from 25 students alone created 20 different flavors of sambal, some are too spicy, some are too salty, some are less savory. From there the children are challenged to be able to make sambal which is only made from simple but can make dibil.

“Prang..” as Bu Mirna went around tasting her new protege sambel, Ms. Mirna nudged a glass at the end of the table.

“Astaghfirulloh, what is this, why I was careless” muttered Bu Mirna, his leg was hit by a glass shard a little, not much, but made a small scratch and bleed.

Some students were enthusiastic and helped clean up.

“Eyang heart” said one of the first grade students of High School named Dewi. Although actually Bu Mirna is still beautiful if dressed up, Bu Mirna wants her students to call her Eyang Uti, because soon have grandchildren from Alya and Ardi.

“Iya, son, look okay replied Ms Mirna.

“Let the Goddess who cleans Eyang” said Dewi, then stand up, walk take a broom and a pengki.

After cleaning up Ms. Mirna, then intend to end, because the day is already noon.

“My children, learn until here first yes, tomorrow continue again”

“Yeah, tomorrow has started active school Eyang” replied the children.

“Ya later we make a schedule after school ya”

“Iya, Eyang, tomorrow dajarin sambal dabu-dabu and sambal matah ya Eyang”

“Iya ready. Eyang still has berlembar-sheet sambal kok” replied Bu Mirna.

“Yeee” children laugh cheerfully and the spirit of cooking.

After doing’a and saying hello to Bu Mirna approaching Bu Rita in the office, Bu Rita is checking the development financial statements.

“It's finished Jeng, how? Like?” ask Miss Rita.

“Alhamdulillah, they are all sholeh and sholeh, courteous, pinter and excited” replied Bu Mirna's spirit so that her young aura seemed to come again, let alone just gathered with high school children.

“Exit, this is to yuk salon! We are spa, we are facial” said Bu Rita Centil began to poison Ms. Mirna.

“Ehm” Bu Mirna cleared her throat, feeling awkward and insecure, Bu Rita is always good and gratified, Bu Mirna does not want to be considered a prank so benalu, Bu Mirna also wants Alya to have a price.

“Neither Jeng, let's go home!” ma'am Mirna refused.

“Ngapain home? Alya bertar again take care of the afternoon, my husband came home the most afternoon, Ardi jug yes. We twinkle aja” woo Bu Rita again.

“But Jeng”

“Udah anyway, we need to know, give appreciation to our bodies, you've been working hard right with your body? Let's relax enjoy spa” take Bu Rita again.

“I'm not used to it, it's not necessary too, just sleep well then I'm tired of missing”

“No rejection, anyway we stop by the spa and salon subscriptionku” replied Bu Rita.

“Jeng, but I'm not good, I don't want to continue to keep ngrepotin you and so benalu like this” said Bu Mirna felt uncomfortable.

“Astaghfirulloh, oh my God, Mirnaa, how can you think so slovenly anyway, you are my mother, Ardi's mother, you are also my sabbath, do you know? Before meeting Alya, every day he comes home at night, even he plays at the club, he is always rude, even he does not want to sleep at home, see him now? Even all my property will not be able to make Ardi change, all because of your son, especially if later my grandson is born, you want to ask for shares of the house. Definitely I give, and it's all still not enough, to pay my thanks” said Bu Rita at length times wide times high.

“Alya loves Ardi because it is a fitrah of Alloh, do not expect all that, let alone the son of Jeng, it is trust, should not compare with treasure”

“Yes yes you know, therefore, your sincere love that has been given to us, let me do it too, have fun with me, you must like, please, I will be offended and hurt if you reject it” Miss Rita replied.

Miss Mirna was silent.

“Indeed if you don't come with me you can go home? You got a way to my house?” asked Bu Rita again, finally Miss Mirna obeyed.

Then the two women who were half a century old entered the salon, enjoying spa services. Miss Mirna and Miss Rita don't know about the mess in her big house.

****

Sometimes if something if it has not been passed will be imagined spooky and scary, but it turns out it is all just because our minds are narrow and absorb too much negative things.

Ida who had been paranoid, respond lebai and cry, now looks calm, cheerful and excited again. In the investigation room, Ida explained clearly and clearly what she was doing and very quickly.

“Just like that huh? An investigation at the police station? Though I like you long-time asked, the police are handsome” Ida said to Ati with her centile.

“Ishh” Ida's friends just hissing.

While waiting for Alya and Mia. Alya's servants and guard guards and so on, a dozen people appeared to be joking. After being questioned by the police, it was like taking off his load. They even cool joking, and itung-itung take a break from his work.

Unlike Mia, despite trying to be neutral, but Mia sweats. His lips and cheeks are stiff. He who was previously a pair with Ida became the youngest ART, the prettiest and most active, suddenly became moody, like there was a burden on his shoulders. Mia did fight, between her instincts and her mind.

Farid also noticed one by one, Ardi's employees. He seemed to be silently playing the phone but was actually paying attention.

“Lo see later the police whose name is David, he is handsome, rich Indian artist that you” whispered Ida to Mia, Mia got a turn after Alya.

“He.. yes yes”answer Anya trying to behave normally.

“Non Alya is long? Does Non Alya also feel at home that's the police? Hihihi” Ati said.

“Hush nagged you, Non Alya already have Den Ardi, if Young Master could be slaughtered you!” scold Ida

“Not Non Alya who kebalahan inside, but the police who are seneng ngeliatin Non Alya who is cute” bela Fitri.

Since Alya was cooking her temp sambel, she was also the Madam in the house, she was also the one who brought the evidence. Alya more questions, replayed.

Although Alya is the wife of an honorable and powerful man, Alya becomes a good citizen. With an occasional break asking for a drink and stroking her stomach that began to grow Alya still appreciate the police. Alya answered each question calmly straightforwardly and honestly.

The police who turned out to be a law scholar from Farid campus also did his job with professionals. Although he knows who Ardi and Mr. Aryo are, they work as usual, completing the information until getting the exact results if Alya is not the culprit.

“We are married with love and happiness, the child that I have is the fruit of our love that all the big families long for, where maybe I want to abort my own womb Sir. You guys

also know my husband is an only child, it is very possible they want the life of my son” said Alya asserted, already tired of rounded police questions.

“What previously you had problems with employees in your home especially Mr Adi Waluyo?”

“No, did I say that, how to repeat again?" alya mlah replied to the Police.

"Mang Adi is a very diligent and good worker, my in-laws also always appreciate his work well. All the payroll matters already have a butler managing. We also rarely interact, everything went fine, replied Alya again.

The police manggut-manggut, because it had been trapped in the police station without the permission of Ardi and his father-in-law, Alya then handed him the paper puzzle pieces that he kept so that, can relieve himself. It wasn't Alya who put poison.

“We need to see your home cctv Nyam” police said.

“Yeah, please meet my husband and my in-laws, I'm just a son-in-law”

“Good Mistress”

“I'm tired and dizzy, am I done and can I go home?” ask Alya at last.

“Thank you for the cooperation” replied the police let Alya out.

Either because of tension, stress or long sitting. Alya turned pale, Alya walked slowly out toward Farid and Anya. Due to dizziness, and by chance Farid stood up reflexively Alya grabbed Farid as a handle.

“Drink first Al” says Farid gently thrusting mineral water.

The sincere Farid, then sat Alya down. But the response is different with Anya. Although Anya invited Farid to help and accompany Alya, but Anya's heart burned. It hurts to see Farid paying attention to Alya. Anya then silently turned her eyes.

While Alya was insensitive, Alya sat fanning her face with her hands and adjusting her breathing. Alya pouted, it was very longing for her husband, in this tired moment Alya wanted to pour into Ardi's arms, spoiled and poured all his regrets.

Farid also understood Anya's change in expression and Farid moved and sat down beside Anya.

“Aa just nolongin Alya Neng, Neng want Aa help sit too?” whispered Farid teasing Anya.

“What the hell?” anya Tengsin replied, admitting jealousy. Farid cleared his throat and smiles wanted to look at Anya and smear her cheeks in anxiety. It was funny and very jealous.

Then it's Mia's turn to get up and get into the office. Farid's view is not separated from Mia. She looked panicked and depressed.

*****

The representatives of the state shook hands, big businessmen like Mr. Aryo stood up to respect the agreement of their leader.  After that, they enjoyed the dishes.

But in contrast to Ardi, Ardi saw his watch. Anyway, today Ardi wants to take Alya to take care of the afternoon, so Ardi must go home immediately to be able to take Alya to work.

Ardi glanced at his clock, Alya's working time was another hour and a half. Ardi has to hunt for time to come home. Ardi said goodbye to Mr. Aryo came home first without eating. Even the phone he was holding was ignored.

“Back sir, fast yes, my wife is waiting for me!” said Ardi.

“Ready Tuan” replied Mr. Arlan.

About 20 minutes they reached the palace of Lord Aryo. Ardi grumbled a little, the security guard who usually opens the door is not there, Mr. Arlan went down alone opened the gate.

They broke into the house, the employee who usually welcomed him home was not there.

“Where the hell is it?” ask Ardi emotions.

“Lack of Tuan” replied Arlan.

“Ck” Ardi clucked started to feel something was wrong. Then out one employee Ardi left behind, because he served as Mr. Aryo's pet nurse and departed during the day he was not interrogated.

“Kok can be home blanked?” asked Ardi emotionfully felt his work was his housekeeper and his danger was severe in his work.

“They to Tuan” police station

“Police office?” asked Ardi in shock with his horn out face. Ardi megulum his emotions started to go awry, what's going on here, why there's no report to him.

“ Exactly what I do not know Sir, but the police came here, then all the residents of the house came to the office”

“What, why? What's wrong? Why do you obey the police, who allow the police to go to my house”

“More Lady, Tuan”

“My wife?” ardi was increasingly stunned and guessed what was this?

“Non Alya instructs his fellow workers to respect the police, and shows that we are cooperative and obedient, sir, so they all go” replied Ardi's employee.

Ardi did not reply and simply rubbed his head violently while clucking.

Cute wife was too good, innocent but careless, why facing the police did not wait for her. Then Ardi came to Arlan and intended to follow Alya.

****

Sorry didn't mean to lengthen, author just

trying to tell in a row so that the time does not jump, hopefully tetep like.