Not the Perfect Wife
123. S2 - Meet at the restaurant
"Mother, how come Nayla's the same? Is there any work that matters?" asked Aydin while sitting himself next to Nayla.
"Not really, Mommy only discusses the opening of the boutique with Nayla. Than at home alone. After this also Mother wants to pick up Afrin at school. He said there was an extra lesson so, maybe a little afternoon. Mommy wants to go where Nayla used to be," replied Yasna who was only answered with a nod by Aydin.
"Tumben are you following the meeting, now? Usually in the office."
"Now I have begun to take over some of papa's work, little by little, Mother. If it's straight up, the leader is afraid I won't be buried later."
"Yes, it's better that way. Office people already know, if you're the son of papa?"
"There are some who know, some who don't. Let's just say, they're not doing anything either."
"Yes, come on, eat first!" yasna said after their meal.
"Mother, order shrimp? Mother, right, allergic," asked Aydin when there was a shrimp dish there.
"No, it's Nayla's."
"I didn't order it, Auntie." Nayla was astonished that she had not ordered it, but now why would there be shrimp? The girl still remembers Yasna once saying that she was allergic to shrimp. So Nayla didn't order it.
"But, you like it, right? That's why Auntie pesenin. Don't use anything bad, just order what you like. Don't because your allergic aunt is following no message."
Yasna ordered it for Nayla. He remembered that Nayla liked shrimp very much, lunch time with Ms. Sarah at that time.
"I don't eat alone."
"Auntie is not pa-pa. Aunty would rather you behave as you are, without anything to make up."
"Yes, Auntie, sorry."
"It's okay. Come on, let's eat!"
They eat while talking occasionally. Nayla and Aydin had also become familiar. Not as usual, they kept quiet.
"Mas Aydin wants to try the air? It's delicious."
"Byeah" said Aydin. "You eat here often?"
"Not really, anyway. Just a few times. It was also Aunt Yasna's here."
"If you know this restaurant, you can dong recommendation what is the most delicious food here."
"If I like crabs the same as shrimp, but the pecels are good too."
"Yes, Mommy likes rice pecel if in a restaurant or rice stall, but it's the same morning if there's no night."
"Pecels are best eaten in the morning or afternoon. The night is usually fried rice," said Nayla. "If you like what food?"
"I like to stir-fry the same fried chicken trus there is a sauce. Hmm ... just enjoy," Aydin replied. "What do you like to cook at home?"
"Now, right, I'm alone so, I'm cooking simple, fried rice only. If again males just instant noodles with eggs."
"Don't most instant noodles aren't good for health either."
"But I'm already lazy. Eating alone also tastes bad."
"Eat him, find a partner to eat something nemenin," said Yasna.
The woman felt like an invisible creature, as they both seemed to be conversing without seeing her.
"No one wants to, Auntie," said Nayla.
"Times, no! What was it yesterday? Who, yes, his name? That's Miss Sarah's son."
"Sister Rizki?"
"Yes, Rizki." Yasna deliberately wanted to know how her son would react, upon hearing the name of another man close to Nayla.
"I'm the same Rizki has nothing to do, Auntie. I thought of him as a sister, nothing more. Rizki's sister that's too good for me."
"Good, dong, if he's good, it means he can be a good husband too. Do you want an evil husband? Which every day should be as fierce as you or as cold as a refrigerator?" yasna asked while insinuating her son.
"Not so, Auntie. I just want to have an ordinary husband. Yeah, at least we're equals. Aunt knows, right? I'm not a rich man."
"Rich or not, that's not an obstacle to finding a mate. Rich, poor or ordinary. As long as he's good why not? Although our partner is equal, not necessarily he is also good, especially his religion. Look for religious and religious ones. You know, don't you, masksud, Auntie? It's not Aunt's intention to patronize you. Just remind me, so you don't choose the wrong one day."
"Yes, Auntie, I understand what auntie means. I'm also glad Auntie would advise me. I also miss a mother's advice."
"You can also call Aunty by calling Mother. Consider this aunt, your mother."
"Thank you, Auntie."
"Mother," interrupted Yasna.
"Yes, thank you, Mother."
Yasna is happy that Nayla is open with him. He also thought of the girl as his own daughter. Moreover, the woman felt that she had to take care of Nayla because of the kindness of her late mother. Although they didn't ask for it, Yasna felt she had to take responsibility.
Aydin who saw the sight also smiled. Honestly he was also moved, his mother was always kind to anyone. They have not known each other for long.
"Come on, finish the food quickly" said Yasna. "You're Aydin, don't you have to go back to the office?"
"Yes, Mother. I want to go straight back to the office. Mother went with Mr. Hari, right?"
"No, Mother was with Nayla. Mr. Hari is still waiting at the boutique. later to his school the same Mr. Hari."
Aydin nodded and continued eating. The man was no longer angry with Yasna's busyness. He understood that Yasna also needed refreshing to eliminate her saturation.
After finishing the food. Aydin was ready to return to the office. There is still a lot of work to be done.
"I'm back at the office first, Mother." Aydin kissed the back of Yasna's hand.
"Yes, careful. Don't speed it."
"Yes, Mother" Aydin replied. "Come, Nay! Assalamualaikum."
"Yes, Mum."
"Waalaikumsalam" said Yasna and Nayla simultaneously.
After the departure of Aydin. Yasna and Nayla will also leave. They still have to go back to the girl's boutique.
"You done, Nay?"
"Already, Mother."
"Come, we're back. You have a job too, right? If I, anyway, am unemployed. Going everywhere is okay."
"It could be, Mother. Where there are unemployed housewives. Housewives do a lot of work."
"You don't know, if in the house it was all done by Rani. I was not given a job."
"But I don't see it that way, Mother. Bundah is always working. To the extent that Om Emran protests with Mother."
"That's aunty's husband too much. Don't bash people. Come on, let's go!"
They left the restaurant together.
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