Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 84: The Wedding

At the hospital, Wafi and Moses sit outside Faiza's nursery. Along with Yemen and others, to be honest, Wafi only knew his aunt was sick. And do not know about the heart problems between Chairil, Khalisah and Romlah. He had just heard from Yemen straight away, nor did he wonder why Shafiyah knew but did not talk to him. He prefers his wife to be quiet, despite knowing about other people's problems. Proudly? Obviously Wafi is proud, has an extraordinary wife of attitude and speech, lack of natural yes, his name is also human, and he himself is still a lot of his defects.

”If aunt wakes up, please say, we all came,” pinta Wafi and Yemen nodded slowly.

”Yes, thank you all for coming" Yemen added and both nodded.

”We do not bring any mang, sorry,” said Musa and Wafi gave a small package of food and drink to Yemen.

”So ngerepotin,” added Yemen has not received the second gift.

”Same once not,” timpal Wafi.

”Iya mang, accepted yes,” said Musa forced, and finally Yemen received.

Silent for a moment, Moses and Wafi nudged each other, so that one of the two immediately say goodbye. Equally far from the wife, less time with the wife, making both wracked with the same feeling, namely longing.

”Cepet," whispered Wafi.

”Ih Gus aja,” said Musa and Wafi wide.

Wafi sighed, ready to talk. ”Mang, we can not be long,” he said pamit.

”Oh yes, thanks for coming. Be careful on the road, what are you riding?” sahut Moses.

”Mamang can't nganter, is it okay?” Yemen asked.

”Nothing mang, mamang here aja, tenen aunty,” added Wafi.

Yemen smiled broadly in response. He stood following the two men standing up, after shaking hands and saying his greetings, Yemen also answered him. Wafi and Moses left him. Yemen silently watched, after a long distance, he went into the nursery to see his wife.

****

It was a clear morning, 8 a.m. Wafi and Shafiyah were on their way to the store. Wafi received a bribe from his wife who was eating pieces of watermelon.

”I think of mom,” chirps Shafiyah and Wafi look at a glance.

”You see mom? Make a cake to go there?" Wafi offered and Shafi was silent.

”I'm afraid mom won't see us again, especially after all the sisters I support our relationship, I'm afraid mom is getting angry, keep you the target.” The impact was hoarse and Wafi silenced Shafiyah's mouth with her index finger.

”Shuttt! Don't suudzon darling, let alone the same as your parents.”

”Yes not so, but... Athaghfirullah! I shouldn't have said that,” he said feeling guilty.

Wafi stroked his wife's head gently and the car stopped at a red light. Shafiyah pulled her niqob back and was afraid that anyone would see her face. Wafi smiled and took a bribe after a bribe from his wife.

”Eating the real." Shafiyah moved her hands, rubbing the corners of her husband's wet lips and Wafi looked at his wife's hands fixedly while holding a smile, she was misbehaving.

Shafiyah stopped and looked at her husband. ”Why?” sanya asked.

”Emmm not,” the man was really misbehaved, he quickly distanced his face and the green light is now on. Without thinking long, Wafi immediately put his vehicle back on.

Shafiyah kept quiet and continued eating her fruit. ”Abi want again?” said offer.

”Not that, for you only, selusin.” One man's hand moved around the top of Shafiyah's head, the woman smiled and Wafi's hand was now gone.

At 08:30. Wafi and Shafiyah arrived, their two employees were busy working. Wafi got out of the car first and opened the car door for his wife. Shafiyah came out slowly, with a palm holding her stomach.

Wafi embraces Shafiyah's waist and the two walk together. The two officers smiled at the arrival of the two.

”Assalamu'alaikum,” says Wafi and Shafiyah.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam,” clerk and several buyers replied.

”Honey, go in first,” Letah Wafi and Shafiyah nodded.

”Tumben Ning here?” ask Hanan.

”Iya, on purpose, want to make a cake he said. Have you eaten yet?” wafi said, still standing.

”Udah Gus, just calm down,” said Hanan and Wafi patted her shoulder gently.

”I go in first.” Wafi walked away and both employees were silent.

Inside the store, Shafiyah noticed the order cake, the average cake for a birthday. Shafiyah turned a glance as her waist was embraced by her newly arrived husband.

”Alhamdulillah, game store keep ya bi.”

”Iya, Alhamdulillah darling. Our sustenance all.”

”We must be prepared if the store starts quiet, not as crowded at the beginning." Shafiyah turned towards her husband. The two looked at each other so deeply.

”I'm ready, for profit and loss, it's a risk in trading. Can you promise Habibah,” he said softly.

”What?” ask Shafiyah.

”Promise, to stay together under any circumstances, rich, poor, healthy or sick,” his voice hoarse full of fear.

”Fiyah dear same a wafi,” sahut Shafiyah fast and Wafi speechless. ”Not that situation I have lived from the beginning we were married? Uncertain finances, sometimes we are sick, then healthy again,” he said with a smile.

”Ish...” Wafi fizzed and smiled. ”You are very good if you make me float, happy and happy. Why that?”

”Because, Gus Mu whom I love.” Shafi hugged Wafi directly, embarrassed by his own words, and Wafi laughed at his timid wife.

”You make cake?” tanya Wafi and Shafiyah looked up, then she nodded.

”Iya, ajarin. His wife's time cake shop owner can not make cake.”

”Yes is okay, you are the first connoisseur of my homemade cake.”

”No, I want to learn," Shafiyah whined.

”Yes,” Wafi said yes and Shafiyah smiled. He took off his embrace, then grabbed the apron so excitedly.

*****

Toronto, Canada. Someone was on the phone, looking serious because he was asking his confidants about the state of his beloved sister's family, especially all his nephews.

”Meet with Wafi?” abugn.

”No sir, last time Pak Wafi got married. We were both busy, but my wife and kids used to come to the store, Mr. Wafi," Elang explained.

”What does your wife say?” ask Noah again.

”Stores are getting crowded, curious via offline and also online. Mr. Wafi is suitable in business, he also looks comfortable, I have never seen his instastory upset again, especially after Mr. Wafi married," said Eagle with a smile.

”Yes already, ask my men to keep watching, I do not want anyone injured again, especially Mumu,” said Noah full of emphasis.

”Mu?” Eagle's amazed. Both of his eyebrows rose, his face confused hearing one unfamiliar name in his ears.

”I mean, Wafi,” he said in reply.” That's a beloved call, make sure you don't mention this call in front of him,” he continued hoarse and Eagle almost chuckled. He silenced his mouth while keeping the eavesdropping away from his ears.

”I work a lot,” said Noah again.

Quickly, the Eagle tightened the hape back to his ear.” Ready sir.”

The call ended, ended by Noah. The eagle stepped away from his place while chuckling small, good as well. Roughly like that the inner Eagle, testing as well as mocking, the cold figure of Wafi who had such a funny call.

”Less soft,” says Wafi.

Shafiyah was smoothing the sugar and margarine with a blender. ”So?” ask Shafiyah for the umpteenth time. Wafi smiled and approached, he stood behind his wife's body and Shafiyah was silent.

Shafiyah was impatient as it turned out, making Wafi continue to laugh.

”Must be gentle dear,” he added while chuckling.

”For a long time," complained his wife.

”Yes must be patient dong, so the result is also perfect."

”You each make a cake like this bi? fast for a long time,” his taunts are so bold.

”Hah! What?” Wafi inflamed and Shafiyah smiled.” How ledekin husband, your hobby huh?” keep smiling.

”Yes old darling, I if so you are impatient, it has ruined everything.”

Wafi silent riveted.” Tell me what just now?” questioning something that he rarely heard, we all know, his wife Gus Mu was very shy, if her husband was not a flirtatious and sombre figure like Gus Mu, might have been bored.

Definition, it is better to be loved than to love. Because after being loved in such a special way, the love for revenge was present unexpectedly.

”Emmm enggak,” Shafiyah looking down shy.

Wafi released Shafiyah's hand and her hand turned to his wife's stomach. His lips were on his wife's shoulder.

”Say once more,” the door whispers.

Shafiyah nudged her husband's chest irritated, for not being able to keep quiet.” Someone will see, diem why. I want to eat my own cake, my own cake. Cepetan bantuin,” said whining and Wafi smiled.

”Iya, yes. I just hugged doang too,” he added reasoned and Shafiyah pouted.

The two were busy making cakes again, Shafiyah was sweating and occasionally rubbing her wet eyebrows.

Long enough time spent making cakes, Shafiyah quietly waited for the cake in the oven. While Wafi prepares Buttercream and others for cake decoration later.

”Punten, this is the drink,” Hanan comes, bring two cold and special boba drinks, with avocado and moccachino flavors. For both of his employers.

”Thank you kang,” said Shafiyah and Hanan just nodded. After putting down the drink he brought, he left.

Shafiyah stirred her drink with a straw, while paying attention to Wafi.” Can open?” shafiyah asked, while pulling the tip of her niqob, she felt sultry.

Wafi raised his head and looked at Shafiyah for a moment. ”Iya may, but be careful, your face belongs to your husband,” said the man and only made his wife smile happily.

Wafi raised his head again, and watched his wife's beaming face. Shafiyah enjoyed her drink and kept her head down.

After a few minutes, Wafi checked the cake, it was ripe and he took it out. The fragrant aroma of the cake burst out, Shafiyah was impatient but she waited for the cake to be decorated first, a little complicated, but Wafi did not mind obeying his wife's wishes. Wafi also gave Shafiyah a chance to decorate the cake, she had to stand behind Shafiyah's body, holding the tiny hand in order to move slowly.

The cake with the words Mumu Habibah, written by Shafiyah, why should her nickname be on purpose, and her husband is now pouting.

”Photo first,” he said so enthusiastic and Wafi silent, he was drinking his drink.

Shafiyah continued to smile and approach her husband, she sat down and leaned on his shoulder. Wafi flinched as Shafiyah took a photo.

”Do not post,” he said, because Shafiyah did not wear her niqob properly. Shafiyah fixed her niqob first, then took a photo back. Once, twice, it's endless. ”That Udah, asstaghfirullah,” Wafi began to get upset and Shafiyah stopped.

Shafiyah kissed the cheek of her husband who was upset at her.” Don't be angry,” the door. How could Wafi be upset let alone angry now.

”Iya,” says Soft Wafi.

”We try now... The cake," Shafiyah continued to smile and Wafi held her head with her left hand, her right hand fingers busy pinching Shafiyah's nose and cheeks, even though her hands were greasy. His wife was not angry, and let him. After the cake was cut, placed on a small plate, Shafiyah hesitated to try it.

”Cayo cobain,” Let's say Wafi.

”Fear..”.

Wafi frowned in wonder. ”Loh, why?”

”Fear not good,” his whining.

Wafi smiled and grabbed a fork, then he said basmallah. Shafiyah silently watched and Wafi's facial expression did not show her cake was delicious.

”Tuh right..” Shafiyah looked down sad. Wafi pokes the cake and rubs it on Shafiyah's cheek, followed by a friendly kiss on his wife's cheek. Both of Shafiyah's eyes were perfectly rounded, and she turned her head towards her husband as her husband's lips slipped.

”Enak, this is the most delicious cake I have ever tried,” praise Wafi so that Shafiyah is happy. And try harder, if you want.

”Long,” said Shafiyah accused.

”Truly, you try it now.” Wafi grabbed a spoon, then fed his wife. Shafiyah was silent, feeling the cake coming into her mouth, her gaze and her husband's gaze clashing against each other.

”Emmm, it's not as good as abi's,” the protest and keep swallowing it.

”Different times anyway? We both made.”

”Bener,” Shafiyah confirms.

Wafi grabs his wife's hand and grasps it.” I'm sure, later you will be able to make a cake more delicious than my cake, continue to learn if there is time.”

Shafiyah smiled then nodded. Wafi glanced towards the door, she slowly brought her face closer to Shafiyah's face. But Shafiyah held her husband's lips.

”In the meantime,” pinta Wafi, his lips still blocked by his wife's index finger.

”No, I want to eat cake, hungry, abi children also can not be diem,” he said and Wafi smiled. Wafi lowered her head and placed her cheek on Shafiyah's stomach, a kick and her baby wriggling could be felt.

”God willing, be healthy son, a few weeks away," added Wafi, then keep his cheeks away.

The two now enjoy a cake together, their employees are also divided, and after that, Wafi will take Shafiyah home.

*****

Sara lay weak, she threw away her face, and would not listen to her husband's babble.

”Honestly, do you often get sick from the burden of the mind? Thinking of our son and our daughter-in-law, if so, maybe by meeting can treat you Sara,” said Herman and Sara silently.

”Sara! Your husband talked from earlier,” rebuked Burhan and Sara turned her head.

”You can get out? I need a break,” Sara said ketus. Herman shook his head and looked at her cynically, Sara snickered and turned back to look away.

”Herman, mending us out, will not be real if you talk to him,” take Burhan and Herman according.

Outside the nursery, Sara and Herman's children and daughter-in-law were waiting.

”We call Shafiyah?” adi said.

”Mother you don't want,” replied Herman.

”What does mom want?" Qais was upset, trying to get in but Dawn held him back.

”Gak will actually you enter with this emotion,” said Fajar and his sister away from him.

”Mother hard, hard to talk to after Shafiyah left,” Adi said.

”Go? Wafi did not take Shafiyah away at all, Shafiyah and Wafi kept coming, but mother who refused?” The dawn chimed and Adi snorted.

”You guys why are you fighting like this? Let grandfather who calls Wafi, Shafiyah and Wafi should have to if Sara is sick. If Sara refuses the presence of the two of them, the grandfather in charge,” Burhan loudly while reaching into his pocket to call Wafi.