Love In Sketches
Who's Calling?

"Yes, thank you." Arya replied briefly, Rubby smiled as he looked at her pair of eyes.

"Why did Mas Firaz get hurt?" Ask Rubby.

"So around the corner there was a cat who suddenly crossed. I was surprised and braked suddenly until my forehead hit the stir." Unmistakably.

"Next time be careful." Rubby.

"But it's not my fault. The cat is wrong." Aryan Timpal.

"May blame the cat." Her chirps.

"But the reality is like that."

"Yes, yeah. It's up to Firaz. Should Mas Firaz rest here? I'm sure Mas Firaz still feels dizzy." Better just give up, Rubby thought. It turned out that her husband did not want to budge with a cat.

"Yes, I'm taking a break. Then we go home." Arya leaned back, her head was indeed dizzy.

"alright. I'll keep this first." Rubby's getting up from there.

Moments later, Rubby returned with a cup of warm tea.

"Here, drink it." Rubby placed the cup he was carrying in front of Arya.

"Thank you."

Arya sipped the tea a little and put it back on the table.

"Is there no other staff here?" Just realized that he and Rubby were just alone there.

"There, Mas. There are three people." Answer Rubby.

"Where are they going?" Arya circulated her gaze, there was still no one else in the store.

"Home home."

"Home home? Don't you own this shop? Why was it your staff who came home first?" Ask Arya astonished.

"Can't the store owner come home last?" Rubby asked back.

"It's not so, but usually the store owner goes home first." Aryan Sahut.

"But I'm ordinary like this. Go home last after making sure everything is neat. Sometimes I also get to night here, thinking of a sales plan for tomorrow." Rubby.

Arya looked at the face decorated with glasses. Rubby is an independent type of woman. Prefer to take care of everything yourself.

"Let's go home." Take Arya.

"Recycle the tea first." Rubby said while pointing at the cup that was still left half the contents. Arya according to her, in the tea to drink was not left alone.

"It." He said as he got up from his seat.

"Mas Firaz just wait in the car. I'm gonna clean this up first."

Again, Arya complies.

The ringing sound of the phone sounded so annoying Arya who was already in her car.

The retrieval of the phone that was located on the dashboard.

The mega?

Why would Mega call him again? Why did Mega contact him so often? Though Arya always contact Mega first.

"Why not get picked up, Mom?"

Arya flinched, since when has his wife been standing next to his car?

"not important. Let's get in." Legally.

Arya refuses the call, and turns off her phone. Don't let Mega call him again. Rubby looked at Arya for a moment, then nodded. He got in the car.

As usual, their journey was filled with silence. Rubby occasionally glanced at her husband who seemed so serious about driving.

"Who called Mas Firaz? And why would Mas Firaz prefer to turn off his phone?"

The question suddenly slipped Rubby's mind.

"Why does Mega keep calling me? Does he have a job?" Inner Aryan. Both are busy with their own thoughts.

"Mas Firaz!" Rubby raised his voice a little.

"Yes?" Arya finally turned towards him.

"Why?" He asked, who then refocused on the streets.

"May I ask?" Ask Rubby. She also thought about finding a conversation with her husband so that their trip did not feel so quiet.

"What do you want to ask?" Arya asked back.

"Ep... What kind of food do you like?"

"Food? What are you using that for?" Arya asked without looking.

"At least I can put it up for Mas." Rubby answered.

"You don't have to do that. You're tired of working, so there's no need to cook for me. There's a waiter cooking anyway." Aryan Sahut.

"But it..."

"It's Rubby, I don't want to bother you." Aryan Sela. Rubby was silent, his good intentions were not welcomed by her husband. Though he said, a wife's cooking can make a husband fall in love. And this morning Arya also liked his fried rice.

A few minutes later, Arya's car had entered her yard.

"Why silence? Come inside." Said Arya who saw his wife was just silent in his car, even though the car engine was turned off.

"Yes, Mum." Rubby's hand opened the car door and left.

Rubby went into the house first.

"Assalamualaik." Her speech.

"Getishalight." Mama Dewi welcomes her greetings.

"Rubby, are you home? Where's your husband?" Ask.

"After, Ma." Rubby answered with a smile.

"Arya dropped you off at the cake shop, right?" Ask Mama Goddess.

"Yes, Ma. Why why?" Rubby asked back.

"It's okay. Mama's just afraid Arya dropped you off halfway." Legally.

"This mama, always thinking bad of her own child." Sambar Arya just entered the house.

"Mama's not bad-minded, but just scared." Mama Dewi's.

"That's the same, Ma." Tukas Aryans.

"What's wrong with you, Arya?" Ask Mama Dewi who saw the plaster on her son's forehead.

"So hit the stir 'cause I braked all of a sudden." Answer Arya. Mama Dewi widened her eyes.

"Gosh, Arya! Next time be careful. Rubby, you're okay, right?" Mama Dewi turned to her daughter-in-law and directly examined Rubby's body. Flip it around, but it looks like her daughter-in-law's body is clean.

"Rubby's fine, Ma." Answer Rubby wonder. Her wounded husband, why is Mama Dewi even worried about her?

"Ma, I was driving by myself and on my way to get Rubby." Arya explained. His mom must have thought Rubby was with him.

"Oh, Mama thinks Rubby's with you. Thank goodness you're alone." Mama Dewi breathed a sigh of relief. Arya gaped in disbelief hearing it. Does that mean Rubby's more important now than he is?

"Mama...." Aryan Grower.

"It's not that good, so Mama's daughter-in-law isn't in any danger." Said the middle-aged woman lightly.

"Just as for Mama." Aryan Timpal. He would lose if he argued with his mother. And Rubby just listened to the conversation of the mother and the child, without speaking.

"You've taken medication? What did the doctor say? The wound is deep no?" Ask Mama Dewi streak.

"Plate, Mama. Now I'm just asking that, and that's worrying about Rubby." Arya said in her heart while staring flatly at Mama Dewi. And then answer,

"I didn't go to the doctor, Ma. Rubby was the one who treated. It's just a small wound anyway."

"Oh so? My mother's daughter-in-law is the best. It's beautiful, to be able to take care of her husband again." His compliments were returned a stiff smile by Rubby. Seems like too much praise from her mother-in-law.