Nackal Duda
New Mixer

"Is there anything you want to buy again? It's in the Mall again!" ask me before we decide to pay for all the groceries.

"Hm... There really is, Om. But it's not good ah ask!" answer Dari shyly.

"Pake is not good anymore! It was just behind! What do you want to buy?!" I'm impatient.

"Yes if Om makes it... Dance wants to buy you a mixer."

"Mixers? Make what? Can you make a cake?"

"Can but not yet be good. I used to teach Tari to make some cakes. Dance look at the house Om there is an oven but Om does not have a mixer, Dance has been looking around the kitchen is not there."

"Yes. The oven was I bought intentionally, Tara used to like to roast grilled chicken so I bought it. He could not make the cake so there was no mixer at home. If you want to buy a mixer, let's go upstairs! Above is a shop that sells cooking supplies. We'll pay for all this stuff!" I pushed trolly shopping all the way to the cashier.

After paying I kept my promise to buy a mixer upstairs. "Which one do you choose?"

Dance whispered something in my ear in a soft voice. "Of! Is this mixer costing over 10 million? Not wrong?"

"No! Quickly choose!"

"It's really expensive, Om. Later if using this mixer is sure to succeed, Om cake?" he whispered again, afraid to sound SPG who has been following us since.

"Yes! It depends on your abilities too! If you are not good, want as good as any tool still fails. And vice versa, if you are good at wanting a simple tool still works!"

"Ih Om cool philosophy. But really nothing buy expensive like gini Om?" ask Dance again.

"Do you doubt the ability of my wallet?" ask me while looking upset.

"No! Dance sure! Yaudah Tari wants pink, yes, Om."

"Sir, I want pink 1!" my message to SPG serving.

"Good, Sir!"

SPG then gave me a note that I had to pay at the cashier. Dance followed my every step including the time to the cashier.

"Why did you choose pink?" tanyakanya.

"Not important!" reply cuek.

"Ih Om mah so! Ask dong why Dance choose pink?" his protest.

I took a deep breath to fill my patient stock. "Yes, now I ask. Why did you choose pink?"

Dance then brought herself to my ear and whispered something. "Let's be like the lingerie you bought back then. Pink color is also hihihi..."

Now I'm upset. "What does the pink mixer have to do with pink lingerie, Utari???" unconsciously I tightened my voice making the people waiting in line at the checkout notice me while holding back a laugh.

Dance smiled happily because it managed to tease and humiliate me in front of others. "There is no Om. Kan Tari said just let it be the same. That's it anyway!"

"Bodo ah! You like to do it!" i relented. This kid really likes random if it makes people upset.

The shopping was over and we went back home. Dancing has since continued to hug the pink mixer like hugging a baby.

A baby?

I remembered Tara and Damar's fight before I left for the supermarket. Damar is like me, the only boy.

Damar and I actually have a lot in common besides being an only child. Our hobbies are the same. Our favorite food is the same.

The difference is that Damar was educated spoiled by his mother. That me... Don't ask how hard and firm Papa was in educating me. Spicy as Papa used to say.

If Tara just wants to have children, will I also have children from Tari?

Screaming the plain girl who had been smiling while stroking the mixer on her lap. Yeah, he forced me to pick up the mixer. Fear of abrasions he said.

Will Dance be the mother of my children?

I used to have a dream, to have a beautiful daughter like Tara. If it's a boy, I want a smart one like Tara. Anyway I want my son to look like Tara.

The dream is now buried tightly. It is no longer possible to materialize.

I turned off my car engine and pulled the groceries out of the car. Dance helps. He's diligent, I must admit.

I decided to go into my room and let her tidy up all her own groceries. I was tired and fell asleep in bed.

In the morning, I woke up again with the fragrant cuisine of the kitchen. I'm not like yesterday who was like a dejavu and thought there was still Tara. I'm fully aware that the owner of my kitchen is Dance.

"Morning!" I held my broom while pulling the dining chair. Turn on my tab and read the online news portal.

It's my morning habit. Must know the news that is happening because it will affect the price of the shares I have.

"Morning! Do you want to have breakfast now or do you want to drink milk first?" tanya Dance.

Milk?

My gaze was immediately directed at his 36 D which looked so prominent. Morning is a crucial time for a man. By the way, my mind's gone everywhere.

"Of! Oh, and even dumb! What about breakfast now?" Dance broke my daydream.

"Yes! Breakfast now! Why would I sit in a dining chair if I didn't eat breakfast? Want PR?" my reply.

"Haihihah... PR. Is Om still in school? Yaudah Dance first!" the boy is starting to know his nature. Turns out she's not the kind of girl I thought she was.

During her stay here, Dari looked more cheerful. More able to express himself.

"What the hell are you?" manya curious. It's very fragrant .

"Dance for bread. Try it!" He served a bread mat that was still pumping hot steam for me.

"Bread? You make your own bread?" I just can't believe it.

"Yes. Wear the mixer you bought last night." He put a cup of coffee next to his bread. "Cobain first dong, Om!"

I took a piece of warm bread and ate it. It's chocolate. Hm... So yummy. Don't tell me he learned from YouTube!

"Enak, Om?" He asked my opinion.

I'm nodding. "Enak. Kayak bread made by Mall. Soft and still just out of the oven. I like!"

He smiled widely. "Thank God that you like. Later Tari will make it again for breakfast, Om."

I nodded as I picked up the second piece of bread, this time a cheese flavor. Cool. In one bread can be a variety of flavors. This is what I like.

"What time do you wake up for a gini?" I asked while drinking his coffee.

"At half hour 5 am. Pray at dawn and then make bread. "

"Half 5? It was not dawn that night!" I answered while taking the third piece of bread. Nice and beautiful as one.

"Yes dawn dong, Om. Didn't you ever pray at dawn?" tanyakanya.

"It's none of your business!" my ketus.

I thought he was going to talk at length, apparently not. He even asked what he wanted to bring.

"I didn't go to the showroom today. My mom and dad are coming today. I'll pick them up."

The originally smiling face of Dance now turned tense. "Today?"

"That's it! Tomorrow we're getting married, you forgot?"

He smiled but seemed forced. "If Mama Om doesn't like Dance how about Om?"

"Well, what else? You can't force everyone to like you! Show your sincerity, then Mama will like you. Take it easy, Mama is good!"

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