My Wife Drabia's
08. Happy birthday to my husband

"I want to order a birthday cake for Ansel Mbak" said the woman smiling shyly.

Drabia removed the link of their hand and kept smiling towards the woman. Although her heart ached and hurt to hear that she wanted to order a birthday cake for her husband Ansel.

"Come on Ma'am, look at the cake example first" Drabia took Hafshah to the storefront where there are some birthday cakes ordered by others.

"The cake is beautiful, so confused" said Hafshah, his eyes sparkling at the cake. "Sir, where do you think that would be suitable for Ansel?."

"I don't know" Drabia replied.

"Bantuin dong mbak mantiya" persuaded Hafshah.

'Unless Ansel liked her, she was an adorable woman' the inner Drabia saw the cute face of the Hafshah while coaxing her, spoiled.

Drabia smiled, "If I choose, so not special dong" he said.

Hafshah nodded while scratching her hijab-covered neck, "Yes too."

"The temple can be ready tomorrow, right, Ma'am?" ask Hafshah after dropping her choice on one blue cake combined with white. The cake is very simple, according to Hafshah is very suitable to give to men.

"Can" Drabia replied still with her friendly smile.

"I chose this one, Ma'am. But give me Ansel's full name. His date of birth is also hehehe...."

Drabia laughs when she sees the woman next to her love to sing. How can she be a teacher, Drabia thought. Surely the future wife of her husband often scolded his students.

"Yes!" Drabia took the woman to the cashier, gave her husband's future wife a small pen and paper." Write his name and date of birth. Let the artisan make the cake is not wrong."

After writing it, Hafshah returned the paper and pen to Drabia.

"Bak come yes, I'm the special one. We will make a celebration at the orphanage where Ansel became a donor" said Hafshah.

Sick, another woman invites her to her husband's own birthday.

"Sorry Mom, I mean... Ansel didn't know I was making an event for his birthday. I want to surprise her" said Hafshah, not feeling good to see the face of Drabia pias.

Isn't Drabia Ansel's cousin, it doesn't seem inappropriate for Hafshah to invite Ansel's own family. Hafshah should be the guest.

"What's wrong, Ansel never celebrated his birthday" Drabia forced a smile.

"Then, what if tomorrow we're just as prepared?" hafshah tawar, still feeling bad about Drabia.

"I can't, I have to keep this shop. I am also a worker here. So can't skip truancy. But I'll come" refused Drabia smooth.

"Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to offend Ma'am. That's why I bought a cake here, all you want to ngundang Mbak" Hafshah looked at the shade of Drabia full of regret.

Drabia commented on her genuine smile, the woman was innocent, and didn't know what." No matter what, you make the show, it's natural that you invite me. If I did the show, it would be the opposite."

"Promise yes Ma'am, tomorrow comes. Aunt Nimas is coming too."

Dugs

Drabia's heart stopped beating, hearing the woman say her mother-in-law is coming.

'Mama Nimas is coming?' inner Drabia.

"Yes, I'm definitely coming"

"Then I go home, Ma'am. Assalamu alaikum."

After Hafshah left, Drabia went straight into her room. Drabia locked the door of the room tightly, then cried her body down to the floor.

It turned out that her mother-in-law knew and supported Ansel to remarry.

Drabia thought her mother-in-law accepted her sincerely, remembering that before marriage her mother-in-law had persuaded Ansel to marry her. But actually...

**

Midnight

Silent Drabia went into Ansel's room, when Ansel fell asleep on the bed. Drabia placed the birthday cake she had brought from the store on the nightstand. Drabia set the 12-hour alarm on Ansel's hadphon and placed a small piece of paper under it. It says 'happy birthday my husband.'

Drabia commented on her smile as she looked at Ansel's sleeping handsome face. Only while asleep can Drabia enjoy that face. The face was very shady, pleasing to the eyes. Drabia also fixes the blanket Ansel released from his body. Ansel was so sound that he didn't realize the blanket was off.

Naturally, every day he was tired of working to take care of his Papa legacy company.

Seeing the clock approaching twelve o'clock at night. Drabia lights the number 25 candle on the birthday cake, then leaves before Ansel wakes up. Yep! her husband is twenty-five years old tonight.

Drabia stood at the door of Ansel's room, waiting outside for seconds as Ansel grew older. Drabia hoped that, by giving Ansel little attention, Ansel would melt into him.

Not long after, the sound of an alarm from Ansel's phone sounded from inside the room. Drabia held onto her chest which instantly skipped a beat. Drabia fidgets herself, worried Ansel will throw away her birthday cake.

But Drabia was wrong, Ansel woke up not because of the alarm he made. Giving a phone call from a woman, who else if not Hafshah.

"Where do you know my birthday?"

ansel's voice sounded so sahdu to Drabia's ear eavesdropping behind the door.

"You are the ideal wife. All right, I'll pray at night. Thank you for waking me up. Honestly, I haven't performed night prayers in a long time. I can't wait to marry you."

Drabia wiped away her tears at Ansel's impatient talk of marrying the woman he wanted. So closed is Ansel's heart?. There was not a bit of room in his heart for Drabia, just a little!.

While Ansel who was in the room, ignored the birthday cake that was on the nightstand. No need to ask again, Ansel clearly knew that Drabia was the one who put the cake in his room.

Drabia left Ansel's room door with an injured heart. Ansel did not see the slightest effort.

**

In the morning, Drabia enters Ansel's room after Ansel leaves for work. Drabia saw the birthday cake left on the nightstand. Ansel didn't touch it at all, or just blew the candle. Seeing the twinkle of the number two five was crushed until it melted to damage the cake decoration. And that little paper of Happy Birthday was allowed to fall to the floor. There was no price for Ansel.

As usual, Drabia cleaned the room, then brought cakes and dirty cloth from Ansel's room.

"Non, where's that cake from?" tanya Bi Nina looked at the Birthday cake in Drabia's hand.

"From Ansel Bi's room" Drabia replied smilingly.

"Happy Birthday Boss?" ask the aunt again.

"Yes Bi" replied Drabia putting the birthday cake in her hand on the dining table." If Auntie wants to, Aunt can eat it.But the melted candles in the clean first Bi."

"No Truth? If you take it home, can you?" tanya Bi Nina was enthusiastic. Pretty cake in love with children.

"By Bi"

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