I'm taking back mine
Chapter 3

The atmosphere of the house is still dark, which means that Sam has not returned from the cafe. Raksa and I went in and immediately turned on all the lights.

"Honey, play in my mom's room. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Yes, Mom."

Then I brought Raksa to the room and I prepared the toys, so that Raksa was calm when I left to take a bath. I'll try to take a quick shower so my son doesn't feel afraid to play alone.

It only took me five minutes to take a shower, and I went on to get dressed.

"Please baby, what else to play, son?" my question as I approached Raksa.

I played a little with Raksa, because soon I'll be cooking for our dinner.

Dinner is ready but my husband has not yet returned. Sam came home very late. Mas Sam came home from the cafe no later than 6 but it's already 7. I called her number off, and even Sam didn't give her any word of the delay.

I waited in the family room while watching my son play with his toys.

"Mas, where are you? did something happen at the cafe?" I kept pacing back and forth in front of Raksa, hp I kept holding once I called Sam again but still could not be contacted.

At 8 pm, just heard the sound of Sam's motorbike entering the garage. I'll be right ahead. I stood in front of the door while watching Sam's car position the bike well.

Sam walked towards me with a smile. "Assalamualaikum, dear."

"Waalaikumssalam, Mas," I replied, kissing his hand. "Yes Allah... Why are you so hard to contact? did something happen at the cafe? Why not send a message if you are late? I'm worried about you."

"Darling, calm down. Istigfar... Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Hp also Masn turn off, because there was a meeting earlier in the cafe," said mas Sam while embracing my shoulder.

"Mas, next time don't believe me. Anything that must be kept up first, so that the wife at home is not worried," I said annoyed.

"Hehehe... Sorry, Sweetheart. Mas khilaf," said mas Sam then approached Raksa. "What is this father's son playing?"

Raksa turned to his father and immediately hugged him tightly "Ayaaah, this laksa main lego was the grandmother buyin laksa lego" said Raksa while playing his toy that was bought by his mother. I love buying toys for my granddaughter.

"Waaah... Very good this legonya Raksa, later play with dad ya?!"

"Yes, Dad." Raksa continued to compile the legonya.

"Bath first there. Let me warm up the food."

"That's okay, honey. I ate at the cafe."

I was thinking, just this time Sam's dinner at the cafe. Previously, even though there was a meeting, Sam would not eat coffee because Sam knew I was cooking for him at home.

"Oh, maybe Sam's not good with his employees if they continue to refuse to eat together." I tried to think positively because it was all this time Sam never did anything that would harm him.

Morning greet, I am very busy today because I began to prepare items to be brought to Jakarta and also Raksa goods to be brought to the mother's house.

After making breakfast I woke my husband and son.

"Mas awake. It's 7 o'clock." I woke my husband up gently.

"Yes, 5 minutes to go" replied Samudra

"Hm... Yaudah. I woke up Raksa first."

I went out of the room and headed to Raksa's room which was next to mine. I went into the room and it turned out Raksa was awake.

"Mother's son is awake. MashaAllah is smart, Mother's son," I said, praising him.

"Mumuu," said Raksa welcoming me.

"alright. Now we wash our faces and brush our abis's teeth, we eat" I asked.

Raksa and I went out of the room to the dining room, there was already Sam.

"Ayaah, carrying laksa," said his father Raksa.

"Eh, father's son. Come here son, daddy's fat." Sam's riding Raksa.

"Come, now we eat first. The food is still warm."

"Ready, Mother," answered Sam and sat down with Raksa in his seat.

Finish breakfast and clean up the food. I went to the room to prepare my stuff, not much I would carry because it was too troublesome if I brought a lot of stuff while I left alone. Before entering the room, I saw Sam and Raksa were watching a cartoon bald twins favorite children.

It's really tiring to arrange things to fit with one big suitcase. Next, I went to Raksa's room and put the goods in a medium-sized suitcase. The toys are only partially to be brought to the mother's house, because there are quite a lot of toys purchased by the mother.

I caught up with my son and husband who were still in the tv room turned out they fell asleep just right from earlier I did not hear their voices. I sat next to my husband and my son, looking at their faces. I want to be satisfied to look at the face of my loved ones because if in Jakarta later I can no longer look at my favorite face. When I was satisfied, I lay down and hugged them.

Adzan dzuhur beetle in the mosque near the house. I wake up and will do my duty as a Muslim, I wake up Sam mas to pray together.

"Mas, wake up and pray first yuk."

"What time, honey?" ask Sam while rubbing his eyes.

"Time to pray dzuhur, Mas."

"Mas wudhu first. You, wait here, we pray here."

I prepared a prayer mat for me and my husband. We pray in the tv room so that if we pray and Raksa wake up not crying looking for his parents.

Finish praying I'm kedapur preparing lunch. This is how the daily life of the housewife is endless, but this is what I will miss later. From the kitchen I heard the laughter of Raksa.

"Lunch is ready, let's eat" take me to my son and husband.

We eat in silence. I take turns at them. It is so happy to see my husband and son so enjoying our cooking.

Today the three of us were at the park. We had a small picnic, Raksa ran around with his peers. Sam was sitting next to me enjoying the snacks we brought from home.

"Mas, sorry yes, I will very rarely serve Mas later."

"Nhhh problems, honey. This is all for the sake of a bright future for Raksa later. Mas here will also try to re-develop the cafe."

"Yes, Mas. I understand," I said softly.

"It won't be long, honey. Give Mas about a year, when the cafe business here develops you can stop working and come back here, or if possible Mas who will take Raksa while building a cafe there."

"Yes, that's a good idea too. I'll be patient waiting for all that."

"Prophey, honey. You are strong there, take care of your health as well and most importantly do not forget your husband," said mas Sam ended with a joke.

I hit my husband's chest slowly. "Oh Mas, what the hell, how can I forget you, you are half my life Mas." I looked gently at my husband's beautiful eyes.

"My life's like a song, baby."

"Heheh... Emang song. Mas." Hearing my answer Sam tickled me and then I felt the tiny fingers tickle.

"Squealing... Mom scraped. It's not fair" I said, tickling them in turn.

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