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"What a son?" Ridho looked at his wife while eating the ketoprak he had just bought. Amazed at the speed and portion of the woman's meal. How not? This is the fourth plate he has set.

Are all pregnant women like this?

Rahma gave a slow nod. One more spoon and out. The woman grabbed a glass of water and then gulped it down.

Ridho wiped the sweat on his wife's forehead with a tissue. "You want more?"

"No! It's full!"

"Tomorrow I learned to make ketoprak deh! It's so rich you're looking at the same ketoprak!"

"All you guys sell ketoprak!" reply Rahma while rubbing a full stomach. He should not have eaten that much.

"Dong Rivals with Mang Asep?" Ridho. Then as if remembering something he added. "Oh yes, I am unemployed! Why not sell ketoprak?"

***

"Is there a problem?" Indra asked after sitting on Ridho's side. As usual, they were in a very famous cafe.

"Gue needs your help now, Ndra!" Ridho looked at the sweet man unwell, then hesitantly he continued. "New gate from work

"okay! How do you work in my office?" Excitedly Indra cut his words. The young man smiled as he thought they were together again as before.

"Gue wants to borrow money for business capital! Not asking for a job! That's if you don't mind!"

***

Dusk's gone in the night broom. Magrib is over. The capital's streets remained as congested as ever. Ridho turned on his motor matic after coming out of the Mosque. Prepare to go home.

The money he got. Indra did not mind lending him no small amount of money. The next step he will look for shophouses that are sold or rented.

***

"Why?" Ridho asked with his eyebrows linked when he saw the unusual look of his wife.

"Laperr," lamented the woman sitting on the sofa.

"I want to eat some vegetables" whined the woman.

Ridho scratched his temple hearing his wife's request. Does anyone sell vegetables at night?

"There's nothing else, dear." After giving a brief kiss on his wife's head. He grabbed the jacket that was chuckled on the sofa and left after saying hello.

***

First Ridho headed for the alley near Dino's house. As he remembered there are mothers who sell vegetables there. From here to there takes 45 minutes drive. The man prayed that what he was looking for would be there.

"Sorry, Mas. I sell lontongnya morning until noon doang," said a middle-aged woman to the young man by her side.

Ridho sighed hearing it. "What's wrong, Mom. I'm looking elsewhere! Sorry ma'am interrupted the time!"

First search failed. This time it went on to a second search, near the Elementary School not far from here. He turned the motor back on.

"There's nothing to sell, Kang!" A security guard told. Ridho nodded politely after saying his thanks. The second search also failed. That means he has to continue the third search. Of ...

The motor stopped at a simple house. Ridho got off after taking off his helmet. His long legs stepped towards the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said, knocking at the door.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" It sounded authentic from within before a moment the door opened. The half-century-old woman squinted at the man in front of her. "You? What are you going to do here?" ketus tanyanya. This disrespectful child need not be friendly towards him.

"I want to buy some vegetables! Still no, Mum?"

"Nothing! Even if there is not going to be a sale for a brash child like you!" He still remembers clearly this young man bumped into him a few years ago without being responsible. Just let him lie on the streets.

"On that time I'm sorry, ma'am!" Ridho looked regretful. His behavior before the migration was very severe.

"It's not that easy to say I'm sorry!" The door was tightly shut in front of Ridho's nose. Almost got his nose hit by the door.

The half-century woman seemed to be really mad at him. Ridho doesn't blame him. It should be like that.