Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 2
After the mother of one child performed her worship, she stepped into the restroom in her rented house.
He woke up the husband who is still asleep while hugging his beloved baby.
”Bang, wake! It's dawn, pray first, yuk!” bring Fitri to the husband.
Fitri shook the body of the husband.
Fitri is not a servant who obeys worship, but he is one of the people who still believe in the existence of God and the punishment of hell.
In his heart there was still the name of God to be worshipped. He is only a servant who does his duty no more and no less.
“Bang, it's noon,” said Fitri again.
She kept shaking the body of her husband.
Dimas squirms his body. He slowly opened his eyes which still felt heavy.
“What time?” asked Dimas to the wife with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up.
“Hour half six, Bang,” replied Fitri.
“Astaghfirullah,” Ogre Dimas.
Dimas rubbed his face rough and tried to get up from a lying position.
Before long, Dimas stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up.
As it was Sunday, Fitri let her daughter still fall asleep.
Shortly after Dimas finished morning prayers, Fitri's phone rang again, Fitri took his phone and took it out of the house.
Dimas knitted his eyebrows together when he saw his wife receiving a phone call outside the house.
“Dek, now all you need to do is disguise as a warehouse person. Your job will be to negotiate only with my customer, say the same he price rose to 3 million five hundred per unit, can not be less than that. Well if calculated our profit of 1 million per unit in 10 units we have a big profit, we will divide the two results.” The caller explained what Fitri should do.
Fitri nodded in understanding, he who is currently in financial difficulties tempted by the benefits that are imitated by the caller.
After that, Fitri turned off the phone. He went inside the house, Dimas stared intently at him.
“Call from whom?” tanya Dimas was suspicious.
Never once did Fitri pick up a phone call away from him.
“Mhm, from friend, Bang. He offered cooperation," Fitri replied.
"What cooperation?" ask Dimas curiously.
"Look, Bang..---"
Fitri began to explain the cooperation offered by the caller to the husband.
"If I manage to invite the customer negotiator then I will be able to make a big profit,” replied Fitri happy to imagine the profit money that will be obtained.
Just as Fitri finished explaining to Dimas, his phone rang again. Fitri also raised the call to his phone.
Dimas just kept silent to see the wife who was again busy with her cellphone.
“Halo, this is with Ko Asong. I am a customer from Mr Rayhan, I want to ask, Rayhan said the price of goods in the warehouse rose, I can ask how much it costs?” ask a caller with a new number again.
“Iya, I'm with Fitri, which Rayhan said is true,” Fitri replied steadily.
“How much is the price of the goods now per unit?” ask the man who claimed to be Ko Asiong.
“The price of goods is now 3 million five hundred,” replied Fitri did nego according to the orders of the man who thought was Rayhan.
“Can't be less than three million five hundred?” tanya Ko Asiong tried to bid the price that had been set.
“Sorry, Ko. Can not, the price you offer is already from the center,” replied Fitri steadily.
“Wait a minute, I get a book first to record it,” said Fitri.
The mother of one child rushed to get a pen and a book. Then he wrote down the order requested by the man named Ko Asiong.
Hati Fitri was more pleased after seeing the number of goods ordered by Ko Asiong amounted to 50 units which means the profit that Fitri will get around 25 million rupiah.
He began to dream of buying a piece of land to build a house, because they were still living in a small rented house.
Dimas looks upset to see his wife who is busy with her phone in the morning like this.
Instantly Fitri forgot his obligations as a mother and wife.
Supposedly this morning Fitri was already busy in the kitchen cooking for her husband and son, but she was busy with the business offers given by her friend, who was a friend, while Dimas himself does not know who is Fitri's friend who contacted him in the morning like this.
Little daughter Fitri was awake from her sleep, she began to whine at their mother.
”Mother, I want to drink milk,” whine Rasya tugging clothes worn negligee and Mother..
“Wait a minute, son. Mommy is still working,” said Fitri who is still busy with calls on her phone that never stop.
Fitri turned to her husband.
“Bang, can help me for a moment!” pinta Fitri on Dimas.
“What?” ask Dimas ketus.
“Please make milk for Rasya for a while, I have to finish this business of mine first.” Fitri said to her husband.
Fitri and Dimas are used to working together in taking care of all the work at home, because they both work to find money for their living needs which are still quite difficult.
That mutual understanding is what makes them still maintain their households even though they have to face various problems of economic difficulties every day.
With annoyance and grumbling heart, Dimas finally stepped into the kitchen making milk for his daughter.
"Mother, mother," called Rasya who was still bothering her mother.
Fitri turned to her husband, who was busy with his cell phone.
"Bang, please calm Rasya down for a moment" Fitri told her husband.
Dimas took his daughter to his parents' house not far from his house.
Dimas left his daughter to the mother who had just finished cooking.
"Where is your wife, Dim?" asked the mother astonished to see her daughter-in-law did not look dear to her home.
"Says there's a job, ma'am," Dimas replied.
Dimas's face grew increasingly disheveled getting such questions from his mother.
As if, his mother thought Fitri abandoned her child in the morning.
One hour Dimas sat at his mother's house, even he had finished eating at his parents' house, but Fitri had not yet come to pick up his daughter.
Dimas also stepped towards his rented house, when he reached the house Dimas entered the house and sat in a plastic chair watching his wife's activities.
Fitri is still busy with her phone. He paid no heed to the existence of Dimas who was already inside the house.
“Honey, stop your activity!” pinta Brushed with a slightly high tone.
Instantly Fitri stopped his activities.
“I want to ask, who was your friend who called it?” ask Dimas curiously.
“Mhm,” murmured Fitri confused.
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