Love In Sketches
Meet Bara

"Arya, you had a high fever last night. Fortunately, there is your wife who takes care of you. Do you want to get sick again and trouble your wife again?" Mama Dewi interrupted first. Arya glanced at Rubby who was wearing his hijab in front of the dresser. True also said his mother, if he was sick again it would trouble Rubby alone. Rubby is a good listener without speaking. It has become her duty as a wife.

"Yes, Ma." Inevitably Arya finally complies, not good against the words of parents.

"But who will Rubby go with?" Ask later.

"Mama's gonna order a cab." Mama Dewi replied, Arya can only throw a heavy breath. Rubby approached her mother-in-law and husband.

"Rubby, is it okay if you take a taxi today? Let your husband rest at home." Ask Mama Goddess. Rubby nodded.

"It's okay, Ma. Mas Firaz isn't really healthy either." The answer.

"Thank you, baby. You're a really understanding wife." Mama Dewi rubbed Rubby's arm gently.

"Yes, let's have breakfast." Bring Mama Dewi.

"Ep.. Where's Firaz going to have breakfast?" Rubby asked her husband.

"Below alone." Arya answered while waking up.

"Don't my leg hurt?" Ask Rubby again.

Mama Dewi frowned.

"Do your legs hurt, Arya?" Ask. Arya glanced at his wife and mother alternately then replied,

"Yesterday Arya fell into a closet in a coffee shop, Ma. Because Andika who mopped it is not right." The answer.

"So you fell in a coffee shop? How then? Is there a broken or sprained bone? Why don't you go to the hospital?" Ask Mama Dewi worried while flipping her son's body.

"Mama, I'm fine. Yesterday my hands and feet hurt. But last night Rubby had massaged me and the pain was much less." Arya.

"Thank you there's your wife." Mama Dewi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Ma. And thank you, Rubby, thanks to you I'm much better now." Arya said as she stared in Rubby. Rubby was in such a way, so nervous himself.

"I... Yes, Mas. It's my job anyway." Rubby answered while lowering his face. Mama Dewi smiled in a knot, it seemed like her son and daughter-in-law were getting closer. It seemed like he had to ask Andika frequently to make her brother slip and end up with a massage massage with his wife.

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Rubby Cake's

Rubby sat down at his cashier's desk, occasionally yawning. His eyes felt so heavy. Last night he slept less than two hours.

"Mba? Mba why? Mba Rubby's sleepy?" Ask Mei one of Rubby's employees.

"Ah, yes sleep a little, Mei." Rubby answered while massaging the base of his nose with his index finger.

"Mba Rubby stayed up last night?" Mei asked with a teasing look.

"Yes May. My husband had a high fever last night, so I kept him up all night." Answer Rubby.

"Eh... I guess..." Mei did not continue her words.

"What do you think?" Sambar Rubby's.

"He. he's.. Ah, rich Mba doesn't know. Mba's still in the newlyweds mood." Mei seems misbehaved and scratches her non-itchy hair. Rubby could only shake his head at the behavior of his employees.

"Don't think that weird May." The drill.

"No Mba, I'm thinking realistic." Timpal May.

"Yes... It's up to you." Rubby moved from his seat.

"Oh yes, Mba. By the way Mba's husband why never come here?" Ask Mei. Indeed, he and other employees never once met with Arya.

"My husband is always here to pick me up, Mei." Answer Rubby while tidying up some cookies in the storefront.

"But we've never seen it, Mba."

"Oh so? But we were curious, Mba. Introduce us once."

"Well, if time comes." Rubby hesitates to introduce Arya to her employees. Because Arya who always refused if asked to stop by when driving her.

"okkey. I'm in the kitchen again, Mba." Sahut Mei who answered nod by Rubby.

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In the afternoon.

Arya already looks neat with a black turtle neck shirt and also her jeans, Her face already looks radiant no longer pale like yesterday. A wife's touch really healed her.

"Aryans? Where are you going?" Ask Mama Dewi who saw her son coming down the stairs.

"Arya's gonna go get Rubby, Ma." The answer.

"Get Rubby?" Mama Dewi looked at the circular watch in her hand. It's still good noon.

"Are you healthy?" Ask.

"Already, Ma. Arya is fine. It's Ma, Arya go first." Arya grabbed hold of Mama Dewi's hand and kissed her.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Arya said as she passed from there.

" Na'alaikumsalam." Mama Dewi looked at Arya's back which was away.

"Hopefully Arya can start loving Rubby. Anyway Rubby's a good girl." Inner Mama Goddess.

After traveling for a few minutes, Arya finally arrived at his wife's cake shop. The shop was still crowded with visitors.

"Welcome to Rubby Cake's." The voice greeted Arya who had just opened the door.

"He wasn't that guy at the time..." Ria who happened to be guarding the front desk suddenly fell silent. He remembered that the man had been there a while ago looking for Rubby. Arya walked up to him.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to ask..."

"Aryan?!"

Someone patted Arya on the shoulder, stopping her from talking to Ria.

"Mara?" It was Bara who greeted him.

"Well, what a coincidence we met here. What are you doing here?" Ask Bara.

"I'm..."

"We'd better sit down first, not comfortable talking while standing like this." Bara interrupts before Arya answers her question.

"Ria, bring me two coffees." Spoke to Ria.

"Yes, Sir." Replied Ria who looked at the two men in turn.

"Let's sit down." Bara pulls Arya's hand and takes her to an empty chair there.

"Do they know each other?" Ria spoke to herself.

"So the Bara Lord called him Arya. So that handsome guy's name is Arya?" Ria smiled to herself while watching Arya from afar.

Arya and Bara land her body on one of the empty tables. The two men sat facing each other.

"Did you come here often?" Arya asked first.

"Yes, this is my cake shop. I order cake here." Bara replied, Arya nodded her head.

"You alone, what are you doing here?" Bara asked.

"Oh, I'm here..." Aryan's words hang, should he tell Bara he came there to pick up his wife?