My mother's nanny
chapter 43

"Well, this is good for you,"

Ardi put a short-sleeved shirt on Diah's front body. Its pastel kalem color is very suitable with Diah's temperament which is also calm.

"This Blouse is also good," Ardi offered again.

There is a bad taste because Ardi continues to offer some clothes for him. Diah also saw the price tag quite expensive for a worker like Diah.

"No, sir, it's expensive."

Ardi saw the tag. "No. Try,"

"No, this is enough." Diah refused subtly.

"Diah, as long as we're married, I've never bought you a shirt, a bag, or a shoe. Think of this time as a substitute for two years we wade through the household. Let's just say you saved for two years. And now when you take your savings." Said Ardi smilingly looking at his wife who continues to face restless.

"But, it's been a lot, we've bought the bag before."

"You only chose one. At least, for clothes, you take three pieces." Ardi was still trying to persuade Diah to want to.

Diah sighed, she felt sorry to buy expensive clothes. "Maybe we should just buy in the market, sir."

"No, the market has a different quality to the one here." Ardi said, "and again, they have a name." Ardi looked at every corner of the store.

After going through many conversations that tug-of-war, Diah finally took three pieces of clothes that Ardi thrust. The man looked very happy, Ardi invited him to the next store. Shoe and shoe store.

"Sir, this is overkill." Said Diah while trying out the sandals that Ardi chose.

"You don't like it? We can choose another."

"No, but, this is too much. Bags, clothes, even now sandals."

"Later we're still looking for cosmetics. Last night I saw your powder was up."

"You're still."

Ardi looked at Diah, last night Ardi did accidentally see the shelf of Diah cosmetics, there was only one flattened lipstick, and one powder. It was also exhausted and refilled with powder. Ardi's heart certainly felt very sad. Why he did not pay attention to his wife. During this time just busy buying flowers, giving food, and a few pieces of money. Even though, he never saw, what clothes did Diah have? How many? Or, how did Diah use her cosmetics? Ardi found it difficult to be a husband who wronged his wife. And now, he wants to fix it. Pleasing Diah by meeting her needs.

Ardi took one sandal, which was soft and comfortable. Not flat, but also not high. Ardi crouched down in front of Diah sitting trying on one of the shoes that Ardi had thrust earlier.

"Is this comfortable on your feet?" He saw Diah take his shoes off his feet.

Diah was silent, with no answer. Ardi even asked about the convenience of sandals. Ardi put the sandals on Diah's feet.

"Try this one." He said, "try walking,"

He walked a few steps, then came back and sat down. Ardi was still crouching in place, "how? Comfortable?"

Diah only looked at Ardi's face in silence.

Ardi thrust another pair of sandals to the front of Diah's feet. "Hopefully, this one can make you feel comfortable and not hurt anymore."

Diah was silent in contemplation, Ardi's sentence had pierced through his heart. Slowly, Diah put his foot into the sandal. "It's convenient."

Ardi pulled the corner of his lips upwards. Then he stood up, leading Diah to stand up also by holding the dark-skinned woman's hand. Slowly, Diah took off Ardi's hand and moved his foot, step by step. Then he turned and sat back down,

"It's comfortable, and it doesn't hurt. I'll take this one."

"Alhamdulillah," said Ardi gratefully, then pointed to the previous sandal. "What about this one?"

"It's also convenient, but next time I take it."

"Now, next time it might have taken people."

Next, Ardi and Diah hunt cosmetics. Choose the usual skincare that Diah uses. This time, Ardi did not interfere. Because only Diah knows what cosmetics are suitable for her skin. That won't irritate his skin. After the end of the event choose cosmetics they took the time to eat dinner together. Only buy meatballs, however, because it is still in the mall area, of course the price will be very different from meatballs on the roadside.

"Master, meatballs here are so expensive, why don't we just buy on the side of the road. There one serving of meatballs is not up to 20k." Whisper Diah as soon as the waiter of the restaurant leaves.

"Eat it, we don't eat here every day." Said Ardi without reducing his friendly face to the wife.

Diah doesn't argue, right, there's no harm in eating in a place like this. Consider it as being up a class. So was Diah's mind.

Ardi took the sauce and poured it into the meatballs. Next, he added the sauce. He glanced at Diah who was taking out his old hape. Then contacting someone, Ardi was sure it must be for Dila who they were staying at home.

Ardi looked at the old-fashioned cell phone on Diah's left cheek. Yes, old-fashioned mobile phones, even though it has been equipped with a camera, but the price of the phone is no more than 500k. Miris once, why are they too much difference when a husband and wife. And how Ardi felt to have distantly wronged his wife. The man was determined to buy Diah a new phone after this.

"Tini MB? How's Dila doing?"

Ah, Diah called Tini's mbok apparently. Ardi quickly picked up his car, then contacted his mother. Making a video call, once connected, Ardi immediately turned the screen toward Diah.

"Well, Mother Diah is eating." He said, "Diah, just hang up the phone to Tini's mbok."

There was also a sentence to approve Ardi's proposal. Diah also disconnected his old phone, and switched to Ardi's smartphone. For the sake of comfort, Ardi also moved to sit from before Diah, to a chair next to his wife.

("How do you buy it? Got a lot of hunting?")

"I don't want to, ma. So it can only be a little." Ardi answered.

("Duh, Diah, if mama is healthy and can walk normally you must take a walk. But, mama aja hardship want to walk, later even bother you.")

Diah throws a smile, "will definitely heal, optimist."

("Yes Diah, mama is optimistic. Well, mama deck, look, mama's getting prettier huh?") Madam Dewi sat down to hold Dila raised her hand to wave.

"When have you eaten yet? Mommy's eating the same Dad, eating meatballs." Diah turned to the left and to the right, then whispered, "but it's expensive."

Ardi who had already taken a seat beside Diah smiled to himself hearing the little julid's wife. Listening to Diah who sounded overjoyed talking to Dila, made Ardi hope. Hope their relationship improves.