Not Struggled (R4)
BDJ 120: A NAME & RETURN
“As’salamualaikum.”
“Wa'alaikum greetings, Mas.”
“Zaujati (my wife) what are hm doing?”
The question came from a husband who had just returned home after performing the prayer jum’at. Since the nearest musola is very far from where they live, so her husband must use a vehicle to save time.
“Angel food cake,” said the wife who just stinks keep two whole strawberries and mint leaves on whipped whipcream. She then faced her husband to take the back of her husband's hand. Cheated, as is the custom of a wife welcoming a husband who just came home.
“Angel food cake?”
“Iya, Mas. Cake original recipe, very simple, and delicious.”
The beautiful man who uses white cocoa smiled when his wife spoke in English. Not that he meant exaggerating, but every talk using a different language, his vibes talk with the wife is different. It is no secret that the Radityan family is an average genius and learned.
Without outsiders knowing, usually the children of grandchildren in the Radityan family are taught various languages by their parents. However, the first languages introduced remained Arabic and Indonesian. When they have mastered the language, then they will attach the flag of the State of the language it came from on the wall of a special room that is in the reading room or the Radityan family library. (Read on novel Not Planned Love)
“So think I want to make a recipe for egg white cake that is beautiful and the oldest in the world.”
Although pregnant with three twins, it does not necessarily hinder the activities of the pregnant woman in channeling the baking hobby. This afternoon pregnant women make a very simple food cake angel, because it only requires 140 grams of low protein wheat flour, 425 grams of egg whites— without a drop of egg yolk in order to inflate perfectly. Then 250 grams of granulated sugar, 2 teaspoons of vanilla paste or 2 sticks of vanilla bean, ¼ teaspoons of salt, and, and 2 tablespoons of lime juice or cream of tartar to help stabilize the egg white whisk so that it expands easily. If you like, you can also add almond essences.
“This beautiful cake recipe first appeared in the 19th century, Mas. In the US, more precisely. Because it is beautiful and pure white, this cake is then named angel food or angel food. It also tastes simple and a little sweet. To compensate for the taste, whipcrem whipped and sour fruits such as strawberries,” said the woman with an instant hijab that stuck out, covering the chest to the surface of the stomach. Minus the face-covering cloth, because they are currently both at home.
“Masya Allah, great insight, Zaujati (my wife).”
“That's just basic insight, Mas,” please the wife. “Mas change clothes first, keep lunch. Later just try angel food cake made by me.”
Nathan, the baba-to-be nodded obediently. However, before going to the room to change clothes, he took the time to humble himself. Carrying his face and right palm to caress the surface of the wife's stomach that already looks distended.
“Today Baba goes salad jum’at himself again. Later, one of you must be there to accompany Baba salat jum’at. While others, may accompany Umma waiting at home.”
In response to her husband's words, Alea published a smile as she stroked her own stomach. Although she was only 11 weeks pregnant, Alea's stomach was like a woman who was four or five months pregnant. It can be said to be natural, because there are indeed three lives that are growing and jostling in Alea's uterine pouch.
The two are currently living in a house owned by the Dwiarga family. Only the two of them were there, as they did not use the services of daily housekeeping. Except weekly. The house is also rarely inhabited. After returning home to prayer jum’at and entertained by lunch with a menu of Indonesian cuisine handmade by his beloved wife, Nathan asked his wife to accompany him to work on the balcony of the room which was transformed into a mini garden. there were several soft copies of the file that he had to check before being sent to his secretary.
“Who?” nathan asked when he heard the vibrations from the wife's phone.
“Gean phone,” sahut the wife.
“Just give. Tumben he called you,” said Nathan who is still busy typing. Usually his sister will call his number, not his wife's number.
Alea also received the phone call. However, before it was picked up, the call was cut off just like that. Within two seconds, a video call replaced the initial call.
“Why else?” nathan asked who had just finished his work.
“Deconnected. Now Gean is contacting via video.”
Nathan cleared his throat, then asked permission to take over the wife's phone. Immediately he shifted the green icon. When the call was connected, Nathan could see the beautiful face of the younger brother who looked very attractive.
“Bang!” sapa Gean. Sometimes Nathan is surprised by his sister who likes to forget the age. Or maybe it is born if the attitude sometimes goes awry, to the extent that it does not match between image and age. But, it is the characteristics and advantages that make Gean different.
“As’salamualaikum,” says Nathan, flat. Correcting the sister who should have said hello.
“Eh, sorry, khilaf. Waalaikumsalam, Bang.”
“What's up? tumben called my wife?” ask Nathan to the point.
“Mbak Alea Where, Bang?” ask Gean. Switching topics.
Nathan pointed the camera at his wife who had just returned after wearing a face-covering cloth.
“Mbak bumil, how are you?”
“Alhamdulillah, good news. You yourself how are you?” ask Alea, back.
“Not good, but not bad,” says Gean lethargic. “Show Brother was off for a while, my schedule so changed too.”
Alea smiled faintly at the babbling of the sister-in-law. It's nice to have someone who would complain like this to him. Added another Alea sister.
“Front month I have entered work,” said Nathan, providing information.
“Good, Bang,” response Gean. The man on the other side seemed to have just returned from the outside. “Oh yes, how are you doing? Om ganteng kangen nih.”
“Good,” Nathan said, still flat. While Alea who was sitting next to him was already smiling to himself when he saw their interaction.
“Bang, Ma'am, I have one request. Think of it as a pre-wedding gift for me.”
Nathan's forehead was clinging to the sudden request of his younger brother. “What?”
Nathan closed his eyes for a moment. Sometimes he was surprised by Gean and Davian's relationship. Although it is clear that there will be a family relationship, even already tied up through the marriage of Nathan and Alea, there are topics that are often a place of debate.
“What do you want to give them by whose name?” asked Alea in her soft voice. One of her palms, which was held by her husband, seemed to give a code if they had to listen to Gean's wishes first.
“Ehm ...not yet thought,” Gean, but still can be heard by Nathan. Olah therefore, the prospective baba of the 3 children seemed not interested in responding.
“Ah, how about Proton, Neutron, same Electron. So, call it easy, stay atomic!” exclaim Gean, girang.
“Not funny,” response Nathan. His first children will be named the constituent elements of the atom? Like there is no other name. Nathan himself will search and me4ahyi
“If not, Sin, Cos, same Tan. Let's call all three easy, Trigonometry!”
Nathan looked again at his bored sister. While Alea was even entertained by the topic of the conversation of her sister-in-law.
“There again?”
“There!”
“What?”
“X, y, same z. Call it easy, stay—“
“Variable,” Cut Nathan. “You think your nephews are number?”
Gean laughed crisply across there. “OK, again. I'll think of a more recommended name. That Arabic smell, huh?”
Alea shook her head while looking at her husband. “Don't be so same Sister herself, Mas.”
“Some of him is weird. This must be because he is bored,” cetus Nathan who has returned to focus on his macbook.
Gean laughed across the street. “Abang knows. I'm joining again. Though busy. Later in the afternoon there is also a flight schedule. But, my cheri has not been contacted for two days.”
Gean is funny according to Alea. Among his younger siblings, such as Arsyad, Arra, the twins, Arion and others, Gean is very similar to Davian. Random is his son. Especially if you are in.
“Better you rest, G. Already salat, ‘kan?”
“Already, Mbak. Salat jum’at near here.”
“Then you better take a break. Taking a nap, thirty minutes is okay. So that your body will be fitter when you want to fly.”
“Tips from Mbak can be tried for me who has not slept for a long time.”
Alea smiled behind the face-covering cloth. Almost all members of the family received his presence well. Gean had even considered Alea like his own brother.
After the video call with Gean ended, Alea returned to accompany her husband. Occasionally they chat about pregnancy as well as basic knowledge of parenting or parenting. Not long after, the sound of lucky notifications was heard again from Alea's phone. Once checked, there was a new message from Lea. Now they can be said to be in a friendly relationship. They also exchange news quite often.
“God willing, the age of Leah is already 17 weeks. May the mother and baby be healthy always,” do’a Alea when seeing the message Lea sent, in the form of the latest USG photos.
As both pregnant women, they so have a topic that can be discussed at any time, ranging from about pregnancy, worries, to preparation for labor.
In order to
“She's still in Indonesia?” nathan asked who was still focusing on typing. He looked at his wife for a moment.
“Still. He said soon Lea will be returning to her hometown.”
“LA?”
“Not.”
“Not him from LA?”
Alea nodded while keeping her phone on the table. “Iya. But, Lea says her hometown is in Daegu, South Korea.”
Nathan the mangosteen negates him. “After all he can not linger there.”
Alea agreed with the husband. Lea can not linger in Indonesia with the condition of being pregnant without a husband. The problem he left behind also became protracted if Lea constantly chose to ignore him. Maybe Lea still needs time. Alea could only wish Lea and the baby all the best.
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