God's Choice of Mate
Marketplaces

After exchanging stories and hearing Sonya's mom confide, now Shafa feels like he's making new friends. Sonya's mom with a humble attitude and openness is able to make the super-sensitive pregnant woman friendly with him. Most importantly because Sonya's mother already has a dream man aka gebetan that makes Shafa sure he will not disturb the calm and tranquility of his household.

After delivering lunch Rayyan Shafa did not go home immediately. He stayed behind to accompany Rayyan until the time he came home.

Shafa's presence in Rayyan's room makes him uncomfortable at work, because Shafa is always observing everyone who enters, especially if it's a woman.

"Mas, is this anterin me yeah?" His request after finishing the Ashar prayer.

"Where are you, baby?" Rayyan asked while tidying up her alphabet.

"Amorning walk" he said happily.

"Where are you going to walk? Is Shafa not tired? Just came home to go again" Reply Rayyan. This time he was playing his phone on the carpet.

"I want to go to the market. Rich people" answered Shafa. He was already verada in front of the mirror circling to pay attention to his appearance with his long dress.

"Why people, honey?"

"Well, they went to the shopping market with their husband!" Said Shafa who insisted on going to the market.

"Shafa is always going to be between shopping at the regular Swalayan."

"I want a gold market, PASAR!" It was clear with the tone starting to rise.

"Shafa sure? On the hot market, jostling. What would Shafa buy? Biiar just tell Bi Lastri?" Persuaded Rayyan. He was worried about his wife forcing him to go to the market.

"Wouldn't! If you don't want to take me away alone" replied Shafa. She was ready with her hijab.

"Mas is just worried, baby. You're pregnant again, why later? Shafa has never been to the market why do you want to go to the market?" Said Rayyan who was confused by his wife's wishes.

"Who said I'd never been to the market. Do you think in the pesantren there are malls and self-service? There is no Mas! My son and I have been learning to go to the market since boarding school. So no more lebay! Let's get ready!" Shafa's orders. Rayyan still does not believe what his wife says, but in fact it is true in pesantren far from Swalayan especially Mall.

"Yes.iya... Come on" Rayyan took the jacket and the car keys. But his hand was held by Shafa.

"We ride the bike yes. heee" he said grimacing.

"Huh? No! Mas Didn't agree. You're pregnant Shafa. Think of the child in your womb!" Strictly speaking.

Hearing Rayyan's rejection Shafa's heart felt like it was in a pinch. His eyes began to turn red and the puddle was spilled.

"Honey....Kok Nangis anyway" Rayyan tried to calm down Shafa who was immediately bowed.

"Yes yes, come on!" Rayyan finally gave up. Shafa immediately blessed his face and smiled happily. Rayyan is forced to drive Shafa to the market by using a matic motorbike parked in his garage to avoid an endless quarrel.

"Huuuuuuuu... aaaaaaaaaaa" Shouted Shafa as he spread out his hands. His feeling was immeasurably happy. It was the first time he enjoyed an afternoon on a motorcycle.

It turned out like this it felt like an afternoon walk like people. We should take your dad on the bike a lot, son. The car just told me to sell.

"Boby!!! quiet, handle!!!" Shouted Rayyan yanh since earlier unfocused because of the cry of his wife who was very excited.

Shafa immediately tightened his embrace to her husband's stomach.

"I love riding motorcycles" he said.

After driving for about 10 minutes they finally arrived at a traditional market that was crowded with visitors. Rayyan opened Shafa's helmet and put the mask on his face.

"Come on!" Rayyan took his wife's hand into the market.

"What would Shafa buy?" Rayyan asked at her ostri since just walked over without buying anything.

"Water guava mas. Kata bi Lastri in the market many who sell fruits that are not in the supermarket" replied Shafa.

"Water Guava?"

So all the way here just want to buy a water guava? God, son, why not just want an apple or strawberry.

"Well that's mas" Appoint Shafa on a fruit stand selling pink water guava. Rayyan followed his wife's footsteps without releasing her handrails.

"How many is this, sir?" Shafa asked while holding the fresh water guava.

"20 thousand about ma'am, this is just quoted by ma'am. It's still fresh" said the father.

"I want a kilo sir, with oranges and star fruit" said Shafa. It is with pleasure that the seller wrapped up Shafa's order after previously weighing.

"That's the real Mas who said bi Lastri. The rich are not in the supermarket. And it's fresher and healthier" said Shafa, who feels like he won.

"Hmmmm" replied Rayyan lazily.

After paying for the fruits, they walked back down the aisle full of sellers at the market.

"What else do you want to buy, baby?" Rayyan asked who felt his wife was not satisfied with fruit shopping.

"I want to eat Mas shellfish, like a fishmonger over there" said Shafa pointed to the ranks of sellers who are slightly separated from other sellers.

"Tell bi Lastri, huh? Let's go home" Rayyan said. Because he thinks in the place of the fishmonger must be fishy and muddy. He was afraid that Shafa would get nauseous because of the unpleasant smell.

"No need to mas, mumpung here" he said as he pulled Rayyan's hand to the destination.

Not yet he entered the place where the fish and meat seller he had run away while covering his mouth.

Hoek......Hoek.....Hoek....

As I'm worried about Rayyan. Shafa would not bear the fishy smell that was so pungent in that place. He vomited his stomach contents along with a clear liquid that made him limp for a moment.

"Mas already said, You don't want to hear" said Rayyan who was upset mixed with pity with his wife. He continued to massage his neck and rubbed Shafa's back.

"You're home....." Said Shafa limp. His face was pale with cold sweat around his temple. Rayyan was not surprised to see Shafa like this because he had faced this situation several times before. He will improve after a while of rest and eating food.

"Yes, let's help you get up. Next time I do not want to intersect Shafa again, if not want to recede" said Rayyan. Shafa silently did not answer.

"Baht... Carp" he said as he looked at Rayyan full of supplications.

Innalillah's.... Safaaaaa......

His anger in the heart. The only thing Rayyan regrets right now is to agree to ask his wife to go to the market. Inevute reason appapun.