FORCED CHEATING
216SURVIVE YES SOF ...
The sun has not yet reached its peak, but the day feels very hot for Mirza. The tension he had just experienced made his heart heat up. Many times he grunted rudely throwing an annoyance while throwing a glance out the car window that he deliberately opened wide. The expanse of rice fields he passed had just been harvested, as far as the eye could see there was only a pile of dry straw. His attention was suddenly distracted by the fluttering flat object in his pants pocket.
“Doctor Burhan.” Mirza Mumbles. Although a bit hesitant to shift also the green color on the screen. “Halo, Doc. Assalamualaikum.”
“Wa aleikumussalam.” The heavy voice of Dr. Burhan from across. “Busy, Za?”
“Emh, not really.”
“Can I go to the clinic today? Anything I want to talk about.”
“Ok, I'll be there soon Doc. It's already on the road from mom's house.”
“Wah, coincidence. I wait ya.”
Perhaps by visiting the doctor Burhan will make a little less upset, the feeling of disappointment little by little can decompose and disappear, which clearly Mirza does not want to go home to see his wife in an emotional state is still in the chest. Mirza cars have now entered the parking area of the Burhan doctor clinic which is quite spacious. He rushed to the doctor's room.
“Log.” Doctor Burhan said as Mirza knocked on the door.
“What else is no patient, Doc?” Mirza threw her ass in the front seat of the doctor's desk.
“Today I only open afternoon practice only.” Take off her glasses and look at Mirza with a shady smile. “Have you talked to your wife about my offer yesterday?”
“Already, Doc. Sorry I haven't told you. Via agrees I'm back at work here, just-“ silent for a moment afraid of disappointing the doctor. “Via does not agree if I handle patients.”
“Ok, you can in the pharmacy tomorrow.” Leaning his back on the back of his soft chair casually.
“Besok?”
Doctor Burhan nodded. “Iya. Why, objection? Isn't faster better?”
“Iya, true Doc.”
“Good. There were two people in the pharmacy. One pharmacist, one regular staff. You can help for the health check service if someone needs it. Yes .., most just a blood sugar test or measuring blood pressure.” Dr. Burhan explained. “And one more, I trust the dispensary management with you. Anyway all responsibilities dispensary I leave with you, for stock of drugs and other needs.” Imbuh doctor Burhan.
“I, Doc?” He leaned his body forward in surprise. “Can there be a pharmacist?”
“She is special to concoct the prescription of the drug from me, procurement of the ingredients you manage. So later you will record all the existing drug needs. I know you are very reliable. It's good to be working with you again, Za. Welcome and welcome back to my clinic.” Doctor Burhan reached out.
Silent for a moment, it turned out to be that easy to get a job? Mirza is still in disbelief, after months of unemployment has not had time to find work anywhere, only yesterday offered and tomorrow has gone straight in. That's fast, isn't it? While scholars were scattered throughout the years of civilization and were mostly difficult to find work, Mirza was quite easy to get. Ah, this must be thanks to the help of prayer from the wife of the shalihah.
Mirza shook the hand of Burhan's doctor and then immediately resigned after being felt enough explanation to start his new job tomorrow.
His feelings have now improved, at least there will be good news for him to convey to his wife. Mirza passed through the town square which is quite a lot of street vendors there. For a moment he was thinking of giving Via something, his wife must be happy to be brought by-by. Mirza's choice fell on the sellers of various fruit soups and juices. Mirza parked his car not far from there, it turns out there are already some people who queue around the cart of the fruit soup seller.
The time shows right at noon, the hot weather is getting worse. Mirza wiped her eel which started to condense. Waiting is not okay for my beloved wife. Presumably the mother who sells this fruit soup is becoming an idol during hot weather like this, proven after Mirza there are still several more people who come to mengntri. But luck was not on Mirza's side, exactly one more person almost in turn, the lighted fruit soup was exhausted. Likewise with avocado soup, soursop juice, alupkat juice, watermelon juice and all of Via's favorite fruits run out of nowhere somehow the story, which is clear Mirza is like a new person in PHP in, the, long wait for jebule zonk!
“Mirza?” Reproach someone new comes with a bit of surprise.
“Eh, Dena?” Mirza is no less a surprise. “You bought fruit soup huh?”
“He. But I've been pesen really, just take aja.” Denaya Sahut. “You want to buy too?”
“Iya, but out of.” Mirza's disappointed streak was the same as a few people who disperse from there.
“Before ya.” Denaya headed to the mamang fruit soup seller to pick up the message and immediately returned after paying for it. “I have the same avocado soup as strowberry juice. Which one do you want?” Tawar Denaya opened the plastic of his order, he bought quite a lot of it.
“Eh, no need. It's yours.”
“No papa, take aja. You want to buy it for Via, right?” Denaya knew right away.
“Iya. But Via does not like strawberry juice.”
“This is it, avocado soup. Delicious you know, Via would love.” Via handed one to Mirza. “Keep you want juice or ..”
“No need, one time.” Reject Mirza.
“Totally? Ntar you drool you know ngeliatin Via eat avocado soup.” Kelakar Denaya's.
“No, no, ngeliatin he ate only I was already full kok.”
They laughed for a while, one message came in from Mirza's phone. He saw it immediately. It was from Via who asked him if he was still long home. Mirza immediately typed in a short reply message.
“Oya, who are you with Dena?” Mirza asked after putting her phone back in her pocket.
“Sama Om you tuh.” Look up at the car parked across the street.
“Hem, yes already greetings to Om Jaka yes. thanks to this avocado soup.” Mirza does not want to find her Omnya, because her mood is no longer good. No wonder, the inn must always fuss like a cat as gukguk if they meet.
“You don't want to nyapa Om you first?” Yes, Denaya nanyain.
“Other times, again in a hurry. Just now Via told me to come home.”
“OK, greetings also yes make Via.”
As they part ways, Mirza quickly heads to her car before Omnya sees her.
“For so long, Han?” Om Jaka woke up from his somewhat sleepy position as soon as Denaya opened the car door. “Ngantri yes? have you been before?”
“So meet Mirza.”
“Mirza? Where is she?” Om Jaka lowered the window beside him, woefully looking for the niece who was already absent first.
“Return, hurry he said.”
“Tumben she is not nanyain This cute Omnya?” Back up the window of his car.
“Titip greetings said.” Sipping strawberry juice and a little grimace because it tastes quite sour, Denaya ordered not to add sugar to the juice.
“The avocado soup chef is just one anyway, Han?” Looking at the plastic in his wife's lap. “Your husband is not purchased?”
“So I love Mirza one, Beb.”
“You love Mirza? How can? Are you playing with him? Can you love him when your husband wants to? Tega you, Han!” Om Jaka is in pissed mode.
“Ish, don't ngaco you Bokir! Accuse anyone carelessly!” Reply Denaya no less upset. “Tadi Mirza want to buy for Via but run out, so I love one for Mirza. You could be afraid that I'm accused of nothing with Mirza, so weird!” Back suck the strowberry juice.
“Yes times, you guys were once ready to be betrothed.”
“That's what you want Mbakyu, Bokir! Udayah ah cepetan road, ntar Amara cry!”
“See, I'm sorry about my catechism. Just kidding.” Menjawil chin Denaya by reviewing senuyum wide.
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“Aih, I know I'm again making avocado.” Via received gifts from her husband with a sparkling view.
“That's Denaya who was loving, earlier Mas accidentally met him at the fruit soup maker, Darling.”
“Oya?”
“Iya, just as Mas's turn to buy turned out to be out. Fortunately Denaya bought a lot, so given one for you.”
“Hem, must say thanks to Dena.” Grabbing a cell phone next to him.
“Take it first, darling. Mas want to pray dzuhur first yes.” Randomize the love of the wife's hair then to the room.
Via immediately devoured him after typing a short message thanking Denaya.
The combination of shaved ice, avocado, milk and a sprinkling of grated cheese makes Via feel the true sweet savory freshness until he forgets not leaving it for the husband.
“Yah, run out Mas.” He said when Mirza appeared after the dzuhur prayer.
“No Papa Darling, that's for you.” Worrying beside his wife. “Oya, Mas from the mother's house stopped by the doctor's clinic Burhan. Tomorrow I've entered work.”
“Wah, nice dong?” Smiling delightfully. “But in the pharmacy right?” Staring full of sight.
“Iya, Darling.” Embrace the wife's shoulder. “Mas was instead asked to manage all the needs of pharmacies doctors Burhan.”
“Mas is very lucky, doctor Burhan already believes completely the same Mas.”
“Iya, Darling.” He rests his head on his wife's shoulders.
“Keep to mom's house what's wrong, Mas? Do you ask for medical company?”
The deg!
This is what Mirza was worried about. Via will ask him about it. Should he answer honestly? Or is it better not to know? It seems that Sofi will not stay at her mother's house for long because she has threatened that she will no longer set foot there if Sofi does not leave immediately. His mother must have followed his words. But has he not promised to always be open and frank with Via about anything? Learning from the experience of the incident Via with Danar that had triggered misunderstandings, it should have been so.
“Mas? How about diem anyway?” Inching so Mirza straightened her position.
“Darling,” Mirza facing his wife grabbed her fingers in a hand. “Mas wants to say something, but promise me don't misunderstand and don't worry ya.”
“What the hell is it? Did something bad happen to mom, Mas?” Via, still worried about his mother-in-law who clearly hated him.
“Not.” Mirza.
“Lantas?”
Shut up for a moment to make sure his wife won't get away from his side. “Sofi is at home mom.”
“S-Sofi?” Repeated Via with shock that tried to cover it up.
“Iya, darling.”
“Why did he come Mas? What is he .. “
“She is now pregnant with her husband's child and says her husband is very evil, she needs shelter until she gives birth to her baby later.” Papar Mirza doesn't want his wife to misunderstand. “But I don't trust him at all.”
The worry was clearly emanating from Via's face. He realized that every household will certainly experience its own tests, but should he face the test of a household with the same problems and people?
“Sayang-“ gently rubs the cheek of the wife with a reassuring look of shade. “Don't think of it, no matter what happens we will always be together. Moreover, you are now pregnant with the fruit of our love both.” Dropped his gaze on the wife's stomach then leaned over to kiss her. “Mas promises to be faithful with you. You believe the same, right?”
Via nodded faintly, believing in her husband's earnestness but also powerless to deny that there was a speck of worry plaguing her heart.
“Still, Dear.” Clutching Via into his arms and kissing the tip of his head, as they dissolve in their feelings.
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As time moves on and on, Mirza gets into her routine with her new job. Via fills the time by paying attention to a variety of vegetable plants and flowers that are not too much around the house. If saturated hit, he will video call with Yana, or invite Yanti to the house with Gio.
Via and Mirza look like a couple in general, where the husband comes home from work in the afternoon and is greeted by the happy smile of the wife. From day to day, everything is going normally. Until one afternoon, a message from her mother asked Mirza to come home. Mirza did not immediately reply to the message, she thought if maybe Sofi was still at her mother's house.
“Za, I first ya.” Niko's pat on her shoulder shook Mirza out of her mind. “Don't forget the list of drugs I gave you last afternoon ya.” Book Niko before leaving.
Mirza just smiled as she raised her right thumb.
Beep it!
One more message came in.
Moms
Za, please hurry here.
With a firm heart after chanting prayers he went to the house of Bu Een. Maybe it's good Mirza also had to read the prayer reject bala if you want to visit there.
It was getting late in the afternoon when Mirza was almost at Bu Een's house. He stopped at the turn before heading towards his mother's house. Just to make sure because they do not want to get back entangled in a foul tactic that may have been planned Sofi and her mother, Mirza called the mother.
Until the connecting tone ends on its own, the call is not accepted. Mirza's getting convinced, if she doesn't have to go there. Just as he was about to return to his car, his phone was embroidered.
“Mother.” Mirza immediately accepted it. “Halo, Bu.”
Silence, no answer from across.
Mirza. “Bu?”
Still no silence no affirmation.
“Halo, Bu.” Once again Mirza tried to raise the intonation of her voice.
“Ha-hello, Za.”
The deg!
“You?” Fierce Mirza.
“Do not close first, Za!” Sergey Sofi.
“Do you intentionally send a message using HP mother? Or the mother who told you, right? Answer!” Mirza yells.
“B-not. Listen first, Za.” Pinta Sofi.
“I don't want to hear anything!”
“Mirza, your mother is sick!”
Just a moment to convince. “Sick?”
“I-ya. You can come here right?” I doubt Sofi asked.
Silence again, Mirza could at least see her mother sick and suffered as much as she could against the old woman who always said spicy to her wife, but she was still her biological mother who had conceived and raised her. But is it true that her mother is sick now? Isn't that okay? Isn't this impossible just because of his wits?
“Za, you can come here right?” Sofi's birthday was full of requests.
Mirza was out of her mind. “Ngak. I can't go there.” Disconnecting.
“But, Za. Your mother was sick, and then kept calling you. I beg you, you are here ..”
“What am I there for? Is there you? Wouldn't mom prefer you over me?” Sarkas Mirza's.
Sofi was now silent across the street.
“As long as you're at mom's house, I won't set foot there. Remember that well!”
CLICKS
Mirza immediately ended the unilateral connection. He clutches his steering wheel and takes a rough breath. He tepis all the bad prejudices about bunya. Mirza believes her mother is fine, she is not sick. He was planning another foul scheme for himself and also Via. He immediately turned around, put his car back on his way home, lucky he had not been able to really get into the yard of his mother's house.
At Bu Een's house, Sofi seems to feel guilty for not succeeding in persuading Mirza to come to see his mother.
“That kid really has dared to underestimate me!” The growl of Bu Een.
Sofi just kept quiet, he felt like a failure despite doing everything he could. Mirza hated him too much. Ms. Een racked her brain to find another way to get Mirza to come see her.
“Take me to town. I want to shop for the store, I want to open the store again. You want to help me run the store?”
Sofi was shocked but immediately tried to cover it up. “Ngurus shop?” He mumbled unsure.
“Iya, my basic store. You will help in the store.”
Geez! I guess there is no other job. This is granny why don't you just want to be? Eating sleep is good? Pake everything want to open a grocery store again, just take care of it!
“Sof?” Tegur Bu Een's.
“Eh, yes Bu?” Sofi was a bit stuttered.
“Masakin I boiled noodles, pack eggs half mateng, use cayenne pepper cut into pieces the same pake mustard but do not equal stems.”
Sofi gawking.
“You heard me say no?” Ketus Bu Een with her jutek face.
“Emh, yes denger Bu.”
“Yes already, spit make there!” Tell Ms. Een. “Do not forget after cooking the kitchen is cleaned again. I don't want to see dirty tools!”
It was a bit heavy Sofi stepped into the kitchen. His whole life has never served anyone else. Life as a queen from birth, what do you want to show, do not use long all the servants come and change to bring what he wants. Namaun now the situation is different, smooth hands should be starting to get used to all kitchen furniture.
“Ok, survive Sofia!” Sofi muttered to herself.
Ten minutes in the kitchen, a bowl of special boiled noodles is ready to be served.
“This Bu.” Sofi put it on the table.
Bu Een glared for the sake of seeing the work of Sofi. “This noodle what porridge, Sofi?” Holding back the upset with chest down up.
“Sorry, the noodles are a bit over cook, but it feels good, Mom, I was a little tasting.” Kilah Sofi tried to convince. “Kalo so I go to the room first, want to take a shower already afternoon.” Sofi hastily fled before Ms. Een remade her protest.
The aroma of boiled noodles is indeed fragrant, but when you see the appearance that is really beyond expectations will surely shudder in horror. The texture of noodles that are too thick plus eggs that are morat-marit, mustard leaves that are not cut and cayenne pepper that is left to struggle just like that makes Bu Een's appetite dim. But because he was too hungry, he accepted too.
“That child was never taught how to cook boiled noodles?” Bu Een started mumbling while stirring the noodles in his bowl. “About-I said the sawinya do not use the stem, the leaves were not cut, the cabenya as well. Ah, suck baner him!” Bu Een began to feed the boiled noodles into his mouth.
KRISHN …
Bu Een stopped the process of masticating her when her teeth were chewing something rather hard. Something tickled his taste buds, as soon as he spit food out of his mouth. Sure enough, the skin just entered and chewed raw. By gathering all the strength of his canuragan science he let out his thunderous death-creaming stance.
“Sofi .....!”
Unfortunately, Sofi has locked the door of the room tightly and is busy enjoying the fresh air shower while singing her favorite song from the iPhone she kept on a soap container.
🎶 I'm unstoppable
I'm a Porsche with no brakes
I'm invincible
Yeah, I win every single game
I'm so powerful
I don't need batteries to play
I'm so conflicted
Yeah, I'm unstoppable today
Unstoppable
Unstoppable
Unstoppable
I'm unstoppable today ...🎶
(note: lyric pieces Unstoppable by Sia)
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Good night, good night everyone….😊
May not dream Mbok Een yaa.😆.
Sorry othor kemaleman up follow-up nih 🙏🙏 Biaasalah, remfong 😅
Greetings to all of you😍😍
Ayok, omelin othor again, hehehe.
I love u all 🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘