Nackal Duda
Not This Tea But That Tea

We returned home after the adzan maghrib. Dari decided to perform ashar prayer first at the cafe, then I want to take him home.

Along the way, he kept telling me about his dream cafe. I'm just happy because I can see through his sparkling eyes that He is very excited to realize the ideals that have been only considered as dreams that are far from realized.

I even had to remind him to take the vitamins given by the doctor. Fortunately, the typical dance of a submissive child. He took vitamins and again chatted about his cafe plan again.

"Later, I'm gonna make some kind of cafe drive thru. Our cafe is located in front, Bi. Later buyers who want to order can all stop without having to get out of the car." the cafe is not open yet, eh He already has a new idea to make a cafe again!

"Not that there are already many fastfoods that open the concept of kayak gini huh? Can you compete with them?" I doubt his idea.

"That's exactly where our chances are, Bi. Fastfood is usually only selling junk food menus. Fried chicken and potatoes. Bosen long! If our cafe later, will sell food ready to eat but the taste of Indonesian people. For example, early in the morning we sell ulam rice, not kayak rice in the famous fast food but it tastes a bit strange! Or we sell ketupat greens that! We make the breakfast menu every day different. The lunch and dinner menu is also different. So it's more varied."

"really so. But how many employees are you? Do not compare with fastfood restaurants that have many employees. You just started a business. Your financial statements are still minus."

Dance doesn't deny me. He was silent as it turned out. I was just about to glance when I heard her sobs.

Oh Allah... He's mellow again!

What if my baby is sad?

"Darling... Sorry Abi! Abi didn't mean to ruin your dream! Abi apologized okay? Abi's wrong! Later we make the cafe drive thru as you want!" I tried to persuade Dance. Do not let Him continue to be sad.

"No. hiks... Worn. Tau dance... The idea of Dance is...... Understand... Dari kampung... Where to know about the cafe... huaaaaa.." broke his cry already.

Ouch... This is baby time, right? So sensitive, banged up!

"No, the idea of dance is brilliant. Abi aja the village. Abi does not understand the meaning of Dance. Yaudah we make as Tari wants ya!" persuade me again.

"Don't lie to me, Bi! Dance is a village!"

We finally got home, Dari went straight down and closed my car door tight.

Whoa... Dance angry again!

Ouch... How to make him not angry anymore?

I kept trying to persuade Tari who had not stopped crying. I've been suspicious since the beginning, Dance is not typical of whiny girls. So, when she turns into a whiny girl who is very fond of crying, there must be something. And getting pregnant is the most reasonable reason.

"Dari want Abi to pijitin her legs?" my question after Tari no longer cry but her face is still bent irritated.

"Not to!" ketus answer.

"Would you drink warm milk? Abi makein deh special for her beautiful pregnant woman Abi." let's be a little dreadful, as long as he is no longer angry.

Dance looked at me then nodded slowly. "Just a chocolate milk! Not much!"

"okay! Ready Boss!"

I smiled, and my efforts were fruitful. Don't keep lashing out, honey!

I poured chocolate milk into a glass and then warmed it up in the microwafe. Don't forget I took a snack to dance.

Since then he has continued to snack until he does not want to join the dinner that I have bought. He must be hungry. Thankfully, there was a cake in the kitchen. I took a piece and served it with warm milk.

"Darling! Susum's coming! I brought you a snack too." I put a tray near Tari. He glanced but did not take the milk I made.

"Let's eat! You must be hungry, right?" my guess.

Turns out I was wrong. Dance shook her head. "From the hearty sweet tea, Bi. Wiggling milk is not good, huh?"

"try first! You haven't tried it yet so say it's not good. If you try for sure you know that my milk is really good!" I promote like a marketing man. This must have worked! I used to be a good marketing!

"No ah, it's better to sleep than try milk that's not good!" reject it.

I was wrongly estimated. The kid refused my warm milk? Who is the father of the child in the womb? How annoying!

Okay, calm down. Don't emotion. That kid is my son. Its nature is certainly not much different from me so Tari so jutek and nyebelin. Yeah, I realized all this time I've been kayaking it. Patience.... Patience...

"I made you warm sweet tea!" I put the tray I carried on the nightstand. "You can eat the snack so you don't get hungry."

"okay!" Dance smiled, meaning her anger had subsided.

I went to the kitchen and made some warm tea. I deliberately made an expensive tea that is commonly used in star hotels. Must have loved Dance!

I also brought my tea. Dance smiled happily looking from a distance the glass filled with tea that I made wholeheartedly.

Dance received it with sparkling eyes. He sipped the fragrant tea and the smile on his face disappeared. "What the hell is this, Bi? How is the smell different?"

"The expensive tea that Madam Inah used to make for me. This tea can cost 5x more than the price of tea in general." I said full of arrogance.

"No ah! Dance does not want tea like gini! Dance for the usual tea! What kind of tea is gini? It doesn't smell good!" Dance returned the cup she held.

"It smells like chamomile flowers, honey. Fragrant. Not smell!" again I tried to persuade Tari.

"Dance won't, Bi! Sleep dance if it's like that!" threatened again.

"okay! Abi makein again for you! As per request from the princess! Wait for me!"

I put a teacup on the nightstand. Next to the warm chocolate milk I made. Scroll that cake on a small plate. He ate, thank goodness. At least his stomach wasn't empty.

I then went to the kitchen and made the tea that Mama Inah used to make for guests. Blue tea packaging that turned out to be more dance wanted than my expensive tea.

Hope this time, Dance will have a drink!

I went into the room. Dance was playing HP and raised her face as I came. "Finally come too! Mm... The fragrance can already dance kiss!"

I smiled, though I held my patience. "Yes dong! This is special tea for pregnant women!"

Dance received my tea and a sip. "Udah. Thanks, Bi!"

Sips...

Just a sip?

I went back and forth to the kitchen and he only drank a mouthful?

"Bobo dance first yes, Bi. Spend the drink later. Honey, redhead!" Dari put her HP on the nightstand, pulled a blanket over her body and fell asleep.

I'm speechless...

I'm speechless...

This serious?

Just a sip?

Then it's chocolate milk, chamomile aroma tea and tea that has been drunk a mouthful for whom?

Oh Allah... Patience... Patience.... Little Agas, you really want to know your Abi?

I took a cup on the nightstand and I spent it one by one. Mubazirs. Okay, hold the gas... Hold an...

I put all three cups and plates of used snacks and went to the toilet. Peed kebelet. Too much fluid in my body. Patience Gas... That's your son, 100% your son! Rest assured that!

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