Centil Mas Adi's
Thanksgiving

A Few Months Later.

Caca excitedly approached her husband who was observing their almost finished shop. The stall that was about 3 months ago was burned by one of the envious and vengeful neighbors because Adi and Caca built a stall to sell.

“Yusuf is asleep?” ask Adi to his little wife.

“Alhamdulillah already, Mas. Satisfaction suckling and finally sleep,” replied Caca.

Adi touched Caca's cheeks and tidied up his wife's short bangs that were a little messy.

“Caca dear, you better just go inside the house. Look at the sun today is very hot,” said Adi asked Caca to enter the house.

“Mas, end isya later thanksgiving at home. About who came a lot did ya?” ask Caca curiously.

“InshaAllah crowded, the more people who come the more blessing we get,” Adi replied while embracing the waist of his little wife towards home.

Puspita's mother came out of the house with young coconut ice for the artisans who were painting the walls of the stall.

“Let Adi call them,” Adi told Ibu Puspita.

Adi ran a small approach to the artisans who were painting the stall wall.

“Kang, let's take a break. Let's drink fresh!” bring Adi.

The three of them agreed to Adi's invitation and hurried to walk towards the terrace of the house.

Adi and Caca exchanged glances and threw smiles at each other.

“Ehemm..” Puspita's mother cleared her throat intentionally disturbing the intimacy of Adi and also Caca.

Adi and Caca smile shyly due to interference from Mother Puspita.

Faizal's father came up with his worn-out number. The bike became a legend when he was young.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” said Faizal's father while putting the duku he bought while on his way home to the rented house.

“Wa'alaikumsalam,” reply them.

Faizal's father with big steps went into the room. Then, he sat down on the living room chair to catch his gasping breath.

“Dad already taken medicine?” adi asked as she landed her butt next to Faizal's father.

“Already Adi, Dad was already taking medicine. But, Dad's chest is still tight,” replied Faizal's father.

“Do we go to the doctor again to check on Dad's condition?” ask Adi to worry.

“No need, tomorrow must be healed,” reply Father Faizal who refused to go to the doctor to return to treatment.

Caca stared sadly at his father-in-law who had been ill for almost 1 week. Caca hopes that his father-in-law can recover from his illness soon.

“Nak Caca, how do other needs. Is it ready? Need Daddy help?” asked Faizal's father who was standing in the middle of the door.

“Everything is ready, Dad. Just waiting for food from Mama and Papa,” replied Caca.

Puspita's mother held Caca's hand, inviting Caca to sit down together.

“Your shop will soon be ready, how about Mom help you sell? That is, all Mothers can be close to Joseph,” said Ms. Puspita who can not be far from her favorite grandson.

“Mother, instead Caca is unhappy with Mom's desire to help us. However, Caca did not want to make Mom tired. Not to mention I have to go back and forth from home to here,” Caca explained.

“We don't want to trouble Mom and Dad either. At the age of Mom and Dad now, should rest.”

Mother Puspita looked down sad, she did not feel bothered at all. Precisely, with her helping Adi and Caca, she is not lonely at home.

“Mother don't be sad, well if you want that. But, if you feel tired and want to rest, do not hesitate to talk to Caca or Mas Adi,” Caca said while stroking the back of his mother-in-law.

Puspita's mother raised her head to look at her son, Adi Hidayatullah.

Adi smiled as he nodded slowly, agreeing with the wishes of his beloved mother.

****

Night Days.

Ibu Puspita and Mama Ismia were busy in the kitchen, they were both making tea and coffee for the people who came to the house.

“Mbak, coffee sweet or how?” ask Mama Ismia.

“Sedang course, Ma'am. Not too sweet and also not too bland,” replied Ibu Puspita who got the tea making part.

Adi came to approach Mother Puspita and Mama Ismia.

“Mother, Mama. Tea and coffee is done?” ask Adi who wants to immediately serve the drink to the neighbors.

“It's done,” replied Ibu Puspita.

“Before,” said Mama Ismia who suddenly panicked because the coffee he felt was not sweet at all, even though he had mixed sugar into the coffee quite a lot.

“Mbak Ismia, how about I taste this coffee?” ask Mother Puspita.

“Please, Sister Puspita. Understandably, I have a little flu. My sense of taste and smell is reduced,” Mama Ismia replied.

Puspita's mother smiled after tasting the coffee made.

Mama Ismia breathed a sigh of relief and did not forget to say Thank you for the help of her besannya, it was,

Adi smiled widely and rushed with a pot of tea and coffee to be served to the people who attended the ceremony.

The thanksgiving held at the rented house is the thanksgiving of the 3-month-old baby Joseph and the opening of a stall that may begin to open on Friday, more precisely 3 Days later.

“Please enjoy,” Adi said and chose to sit between Father Faizal and Papa Rio.

“Mas Adi, whose baby sister?” ask one of the neighbors who attended the ceremony.

“There inside, Mr. Tono. Being east, understandably began to fuss with age,” replied Adi.

“Wah, precisely it indicates that baby sister wants to be smart,” said Mr. Tono.

“Amiin!” they shouted to guarantee Mr. Tono's words.

In the room, Caca was looking at her baby's face with Chubby's adorable cheeks.

“Dreaming Mother drank a lot of milk huh? Look at the cheek, where else to hide?” caca asked the baby who was quite puffed up for 3 months.

Caca sighed and got out of bed to look at the calendar.

“It turns out fasting is just around the corner, so can't wait to fast here. I'm not strong enough to fast this year?” mumbling Caca.

Adi went into the room with warm tea and lemper that his little wife wanted.

“Kas already here? Why not wait for the thanksgiving event to be over?” caca asked as she received a tray containing a cup of tea as well as some of her favorite lempers.

“Mas just deliver this alone, anyways Mas do not want to until Caca starved in the room,” Adi said.

“Cie... Very attention to his wife,” said Caca.

“Of course should be concerned with Caca, so that our relationship is more durable,” concluded Adi.

Caca smiled shyly and reflexively hit her husband's chest many times.

“Caca dear, it feels quite painful,” said Adi while crossing her chest so as not to be hit again by Caca.

“Just like that hurts? Do you feel how painful it is to give birth? Not to mention *****Caca is sick due to frequent breastfeeding Joseph,” Caca explained by putting on a face full of pain.

“Darling, Mas was just kidding. Don't take it seriously.”

Caca smiled broadly and suddenly touched her husband's sausage.

“Oopss... Caca unintentionally,” Caca said with the slightest look of guilt.

Adi can only be patient, because his wife is coming by the moon.

“Look at it, wait for retaliation from Mas. Mas will make sure that Caca will not be able to go anywhere,” Adi said and ran as fast as possible out of the room.

Caca chuckled at the words of her husband who wanted to take revenge for what he had done.

“Basic perverted husband. Eit, if my husband is a pervert that means I'm also a pervert dong?”

1 Hour Later.

The thanksgiving event attended by the neighbors was finally completed as well. Adi, Caca and parents hope that with the holding of thanks they all avoid the negative aura.

“Honey, Mama and Papa can't stay. Forgive us yes dear,” said Mama Ismia while hugging her beloved daughter.

“Iya Mama, Caca understands. Mama and Papa be careful on the road, don't forget to also tell Caca upon arrival at home!” caca Pinta.

“Who is Mama and Papa!” exclaim Mama Ismia.

Not until 5 minutes, finally Mama and Papa came home.

“Oek... Oek... Oek..” Joseph's baby came back crying, and Caca ran as fast as possible to calm her puffed baby.

“Dad, Mother! Adi wants to go to the room, want to rest first,”, Adi said to his parents who were sitting on the front porch chair of the house.

Ibu Puspita and Father Faizal are watching the stalls that will soon be filled with various kitchen needs. Not only kitchen needs, Adi and Caca also intend to sell cake ingredients.

“Dad, hopefully in the future there is no obstacle for the two of them,” said Ibu Puspita.

“Aamiin, God is always with them both,” Father Faizal replied.

“More precisely all of us,” said Ms. Puspita corrected her husband's words to cover everything.

“Aamiin Allahumma Aamiin,” concluded Father Faizal.

Because the night air is very cold and old bones that can no longer hold the cold air, make Mother Puspita suddenly shiver.

“Mother shivers again, let's just go in. It's time to rest,” said Faizal's father while holding the hand of Mother Puspita to immediately enter the house.

Puspita's mother smiled shyly because of her husband's sweet treatment that appeared suddenly.

“Kok we look like Adi and Caca yes?” ask Mother Puspita.

Faizal's father laughed off hearing his wife's silly question.