I'm taking back mine
Chapter 1

My name is Nabila Maharani, I am 25 years old. I am a wife and a mother. Well-known company in the city where I live. My husband works at his own cafe. Mighty ocean, I used to call Sam. Feels perfect my life right now, having a loving and hardworking husband. Our son entrusted to my mother, mother did not mind because everyday mother was alone at home.

Today was the hardest day of my life, I was transferred to the central company in Jakarta. At first I wanted to quit my job because I did not want to part with my son, but my husband did not agree.

"Mas, I was transferred to the headquarters" I told Sam.

"Good dong. That means you trusted your boss" Sam replied, causing me to worry

"But Mas, how are you and Raksa?"

"Me and Raksa stay here, because my work is here. Then there will be a mother who guards, so you do not need to worry dear."

"Mas! I don't want to split up with you!" lirih.

Sam was silent as if thinking of something.

"mmm... Honey, you have to keep taking your boss' offer because the cafe has lately decreased its turnover and it could be soon the cafe will be out of business."

The word mas Samudra managed to surprise me, how can the turnover of the cafe decrease while the cafe is again the frame-ramenya.

"How can it go down ? Not that there are more and more cafe customers every day?" my many.

"Look, honey, actually money cafe mas invest to a mas friend who turns out he's a fraud!" answer mas samudra lirih.

"Astagfirulah... Mas, you invest without discussion first to me your wife ? Then what's the point of me, Mas?" my voice started to rise by 1 octave.

"Honey patience, keep your voice down Kasian Raksa will go to sleep later he is disturbed."

"You're outrageous, Mas. What should we do about it?"

"Yes, you should still accept your boss' offer. Take it easy once a month I go to Jakarta bring Raksa to meet, you," persuaded mas Sam.

My head feels like it's about to break hearing the words of Samudra. I don't want to separate my son.

"We continue this discussion tomorrow morning, I want to clean up first" I broke up.

"Dear forgive me, if you don't want to move to the headquarters for nothing."

"If I don't move, it means I'm going to quit my job."

"Yes, it's no problem that you quit your job. But you have to be ready to live all the shortcomings dear because the rest of the cafe money I want to turn back into capital."

"We'll talk tomorrow, Mas. I'm tired," I said as I passed the bathroom to clean up.

Fresh like a bath, I walked to the bed there was already a mas Sam who slept facing the padlock.

"Huuuff.." I sighed looking at her behavior.

Tonight was the first time we slept on each other like this. It feels like something is missing, usually Sam will hug me to persuade if there is a difference of opinion between us, but tonight is so different because Sam no longer does his habits.

The night passed so quickly, I don't know what time these eyes began to shut. I woke up a little while I saw Sam was no longer there beside me. Usually when I wake up late Sam will wake me up, but not this time.

"I'm bad luck, where is Sam? Why didn't you wake me?" ask me to myself.

I wash my face and leave the room to Raksa's room. I see Raksa's still asleep.

"Mother's son is still sleeping apparently," I said while stroking his head.

Looking around there is no trace of Sam mas, usually mas Sam left for the cafe around 8 but this is still at 7 mas Sam is no longer home. Maybe Sam mas again a lot of business at the cafe so leave early in the morning. Well today I'm satisfied with my son's holiday.

"Mother's son, it's so sweet to sleep again," I said gurgling to see the expression of my son's sleep.

Raksa squirms, her tiny hands trying to hug me. Seeing that I lay near him hugging my son.

"Hmmm.. Comfortable being hugged by the mother's child," I said with my eyes closed.

"Mother woke up, Laksa lapal," Raksa said in a lisp.

Feeling that there were pinching cheeks and noses I just smiled to find my son's funny behavior.

"Your mother's son is awake?"

"Mother lapal."

"Murrection hungry?" answered by Raksa. "OK let's go we go to the kitchen take the food," I said as I reached Raksa into my arms.

I sat down with the mercury in his chair and I got him some food.

"The Force sits here, I'll get Raksa's favorite food."

"Tadaaaa.. This is her favorite food, Raksa."

"Waaaa nyamnyam," Raksa jigged at the fried chicken krispi.

At the age of Raksa who 3 years is again active and has also begun to be able to choose his favorite food.

"Well please eat baby, slowly eat it."

"Yes, Mom. Shaggot."

"Together, darling. Let's eat."

My son eats well. I was thinking if I really went to Jakarta this kind of atmosphere that I miss later. The thought of parting with my son made my heart slit. But if I don't take the offer what about my son's life in the future let alone the cafe is currently declining.

"Bismillah, may this be the best way. Honey, the mother's child must always remember that the mother is very fond of Raksa," I told Raksa who was still busy with fried chicken in his hand.

"Mother, I've finished the chicken" Raksa said, breaking my daydream.

"Eh yes, son. MasyaAllah the son of a smart mother food runs out of this," I said praising him.

"Yeee laksa spun off her food," she cried happy.

"Now we take a bath yuk, that's why we're safe."

"Holeee we're secure." It's simple to make a child this Raksa age happy.

Right now I'm sitting in the garden in front of me Raksa is playing with a kid his age.

"Son, I pray that you will be a responsible child."

"Momuu, laksa bounces yeee", cried Raksa as he climbed the riot.

"Be careful, baby," I said

The sun began to heat piercing the skin I decided to go home because Kasian Raksa was getting tired and also hot.

I see Sam's sandals are already there, which means Sam's already home.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumssalam," answered Sam.

"Where are you guys from?" ask Sam.

"From mas park. Ngajak Raksa played there," I replied.

"Dad, Laksa played in the park," Raksa reported to his father.

"Waduh waduh.. son of father, happy once abis playing in the garden. Why was dad left behind?!" sam was joking with his son, I let it go.

I'd better cook lunch soon.

"Honey, where are you going?"

"You are kedapur. Gonna cook another lunch hour."

"A good cook yes, mother," said mas Sam teasingly.

"Emang all this time mom's cooking ever fucked dad?" I flirted with Sam back.

"No, mother's cooking never fails according to father."

"Alhamdulillah if my father never disappointed with my mother's cooking." I blushed to hear a small compliment from my husband.

"Mother Raksa's food is the best, right Raksa?" sam praised me and teased his son.

"Mom's gonna cook first. Here continue, the cuisine does not become so-so," I said as it passed into the kitchen.

In the kitchen I can still hear the sound of my son and father laughing. I don't know what they're laughing at, I just smile at their voices.

I cook my husband and son's favorite food.Sam loves balado eggs and Raksa stays with his chrispy fried chicken.

Various side dishes that I prepared on the dining table. I smiled with satisfaction at my cooking that my husband and son were sure would love to eat.

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