Nackal Duda
Harmony Between Neighbors

Dance's face flushed in shame. So did I.

"Udah sir, the cafe is safe. We take care!" teased one of the Dance employees who held back his laughter.

"That's... We want to meet first to discuss the Russian and Ukrainian wars. You guys watch the cafe!" I said reasoned.

"Not that, Bi. We want a meeting about who will be the champion in the next Masterchef!" Dance added my kengacoan.

"Oh yes, who is the champion in Indonesian Idol." I added.

"KDI too!"

"We also want to discuss why Nobita did not go to class and still only SD!"

"Spongebob also why still can't SIM."

While we were mocking indistinctly, Tari's men dispersed. Not watching his boss's madness.

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It was late afternoon when me and Tari went home. It looks like Tara and Damar have also just returned home after monthly shopping.

I'm clawing at them as my sap sign. Damar waved his hand and waited for me to park the car. There's something he wants to talk about.

"Where? That work?" Tara who just put the groceries inside joined in, as well as Tari who went inside for a while to go to the toilet approached me chatting with Damar.

"Just talk inside, baby!" bring Tara.

"Yes right. Not good to talk in front. Let's go to Gas... Dance.." take Damar.

I stretched out my hand and took Tari inside. Dance welcomes my hand. We both went into Tara's house.

Tara is doing a renovation. There are some new and more expensive furniture inside their home. Maybe Tara's compensation for Damar's treatment all along? I don't know.

"What do you drink? Just a milk dance, if you Gas want to drink what?" Tara offered us a drink.

"What a hell, Ra. It's cold but yes!"

"okay!"

Tara went to the back and soon brought UHT milk for Dance and lychee juice for me. To Damar, he gave cold mineral water.

"I bought this cake yesterday when I went to Bandung. You try Ri. Tasty. You must like it!" said Tara while thrusting a jar filled with soes cakes his favorite chocolate.

Dance and eat it. "Enak. I want to learn to do that, Bi. We'll sell it at the cafe!"

This child, indeed the spirit of learning is very high. Fucking thumbs up! I nodded, agreeing with his wish.

"Oh yeah, you open the cafe? I haven't stopped by there." Tara then wrestled spoiled to Damar. "We're there yuk, Yang. I want to try the food that Tari sells. Definitely delicious. The sponge cake that Tari brought is delicious. I spent it alone!"

Well I just knew this. Tara's food tastes are rather high. If Tara says delicious, it must be delicious by her standards.

"Can. Go to my cafe. Bring your friends. Let it be crowded." said Tari with sparkling eyes.

"Aren't there many people? It's strange! Your cooking is good so long isn't it crowded?" ask Tara.

I'll answer Tara's questions. "All because of the terror that befell the cafe Tari. The visitors were scared and no one wanted to come. Only a few new visitors don't know what's going on."

"Yes my... Take it easy, later I invite fellow sales friends to go there. I will also meet with customers there. Potential buyers, who will definitely come back to your cafe." I never thought Tara would even help Tari.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you for promoting my cafe." said Tari earnestly.

I saw the tension and hostility between them disappear already. They even help each other. Tara even invited Tari to chat about pregnancy problems and pregnancy programs that she did.

Damar took me to his backyard. Offered me a cigarette and we sat on a chair that showed the garden containing ornamental plants that Tara had been caring for all this time.

"Thank God Juan finally took responsibility. I think he'll run away and avoid his obligations. I don't think your words affected him. Just as you have influenced Tara to re-reflect with me. Thanks, Gas." Damar was the first to open a conversation between us.

"Together, Mar. All thanks to your help. If it is not your service to open the CCTV in the discotheque, not necessarily my problem is finished now. Last night we stayed up for Vira's boyfriend eh turns out to be your own cousin!"

The fate that made Tara go away from me and have an affair with Damar. It was fate that made me meet with Tari, the best woman God has given me.

The woman who led me down the right path. The woman who taught me the true meaning of happiness.

The woman is laughing with my ex-wife stroking her belly which is starting to distort. They share tips and chat with familiar.

I smiled at him, and so did Damar. Peace like this is better and forget all the grudges between us.

By maghrib, we were ready. Me and Tari went back to our house and performed the congregational maghrib prayer.

I finished praying while I slept on Tari's lap while reading short letters near her stomach. I want my son to be used to hearing the chanting of the Holy Quran while in the womb.

Every now and then I rubbed gently and kissed the belly of the Dance that was beginning to look bloated. I attached my ears and wanted to hear her heartbeat even though it was very slow and disguised by the heartbeat of Dance.

"Bi." said Tari who had since gently rubbed my hair.

"Why Honey?" ask me with a friendly tone.

"I... Mm... Not to be!"

I sat down and stared fixedly at Dari's face. I'm afraid he's sick or thinking about a problem. "What's wrong? Same story with me."

Dance shook her head. "There's nothing at all. Just...."

"What's free? You sick? What's that hurt? Heavy on my lap?" my face must have signaled excessive worry.

Dance shook her head. "It's not heavy. Just holding Abi's head in heavy times anyway? Usually all over the body Abi nindihin Dance, Dance just relax!" Dance held back her laugh teasing me.

"Gee! Want me to cover it? Waiting for isya?" I said while playing both my eyebrows.

"What the hell? Not that! "

"Then what dong?"

"Dance of shame!"

"Why the hell? Why should I be ashamed? I have often seen you without a thread. Let's tell you what's going on?"

Dance plays her eyes to the left and to the right, as if she is thinking about talking or not.

"Let's say what's wrong? Don't make me curious!" I'm starting to get impatient.

"Hm... Dance wants something for Abi."

"Yes Abi tau. Ask what?"

"Let's not be angry!"

"Yes. Abi promised not to get angry. Why?"

"Dance to... Saw Abi wearing something."

"Wear something? What's?"

"Hm... Is Abi really not angry?"

I nodded confidently. "Whatever your request I will follow."

"Tari wants to see Abi wearing a negligee if at home you have to wear sarongs everywhere. Abi want to, right?"

"Dasters? Make what? What kind of negligee is this holster?" There was just a request.

"Now wear a negligee, but from today onwards Dance wants to see Abi wear a sarong if at home. Eh if Abi wants to wear it in the cafe too is nothing."

I rubbed my face. Nyesel I have it. This must be called cravings! Hadeh... Why wear a negligee anyway? Another 17th race?

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