Pelita Hati Bunda
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AUTHOR POV...

"Hem. Just the second day so the bride has been asked for nyariin crust telor. Where is the clock coming?"

Devan continues to mengedumel when stepping out of the hotel where he was with Nayla who just yesterday became his wife. How not? He really wanted to be able to spend time alone with her during these three days at the hotel but he instead had to find Betawi's special food.

Maybe for anyone will be easy to find because they know where the location of the sellers peddle the name of the crust of the eggs.

Just a few minutes Nayla asked him even he was crying because Devan initially did not want to look for the reason he just wanted to spend time with him without any interference no matter it was Nayla's craving the automatic son himself who asked.

Seeing Nayla continue to whine and cry makes Devan finally melt too and want to find the food even though he does not know where the place is. But he will try to get it, besides Devan also does not want if his son will be an ileran.

With a cell phone in Devan's hand while stepping, looking for a place where people usually sell it to eat. Where did Nayla ask him who was still an angel again? So Devan can't search in places he haphazardly has to know when making it.

After getting the place that became his goal Devan immediately stepped in a hurry obviously he did not want to linger out he wanted to hurry and be with Nayla again.

His car began to walk away from the hotel, with great determination to buy the crust that Nayla wanted at this time.

Actually very arrogant to be able to enter places carelessly especially not necessarily hygenis he said, but what if Nayla had asked in the name of cravings? He could do nothing more but give her what she wanted.

"It's hard to get pregnant again. If you ask to be given, I don't know it's anything. If not given the tip will definitely cry, hem..."

"But you yourself are wrong, Dev. If you don't want to bother should not make her pregnant, you make you also deserve the hassles of cooking others?"

Devan continued to argue with himself as the car continued to run. For a moment he felt repressed so much that he was very upset but it was not long because after he looked smiling.

"But it feels so happy to be able to give her what she wants, it feels like a superhero. Hem, let alone seeing him happy and smiling when getting what he wants? It feels very satisfied."

"Hem, I can't wait to see when she smiles happily and ends up hugging me or even kissing me after I give."

"Nay Nay, you're really making me feel like a lunatic. Look, even now I'm talking to myself."

It turns out he was well aware of it. Talking to herself even though she was focusing on driving, her eyes continued to focus on the streets while her mind was only on Nayla who might now be waiting for her return with what she wanted.

"Well, that's it," until shortly Devan's eyes finally saw the seller who was on the edge of the park. There are some buyers waiting.

Devan immediately pulled the car over and got down, stepping quickly to get to the seller.

"Pak buy crust telornya one yes. Can you hurry sir?" tanyakanya.

The one who had come first looked at him.

"That's it, it's okay my dong first. You're a girl, you can wait again."

"Why a man? Can't a man wait?" he began to get angry because of Devan's words.

"I'm in a hurry, Ma'am."

"I'm in a hurry too, Mom! They are good citizens, right? So get in line well," her voice grew cynical.

"I'm a good citizen of course" Devan is also getting more and more sassy.

Devan who actually does not have a sense of patience, this is how it becomes. He's not used to queuing like this because usually whatever he wants for sure he gets easily. But now? Hem, is Devan able to be patient?

"Nih, Ma'am," right, and the salesman handed it over to the brother who was arguing with Devan just now.

Devan's eyes were round as if they didn't take it for granted.

"Sir, why did he first?" devan protests.

"Yo you're queuing up, Mas. His mother was also in line from earlier. He said a good citizen, yes one of them must queue," the voice of the seller was heard hoarsely relaxed. For him, all buyers are the same as no one is different so either men or women if they come first must get service first.

"Ih, Sir...."

"Ojo sewot mas, ojo sensian. Cooing the tuo cepet." said the seller in the same tone, completely relaxed as if there was no burden when Devan was wanting to get out his words but was immediately on the break up just like that.

Angrily Devan sat on one of the benches but before he saw his stool even he also took a handkerchief he used to wipe it after that handkerchief he threw into the trash.

"After that I am, sir. And yes! I ask the hygienic ones that make cooking in the wash first until clean and make sure there is no dirt or dust. Oh yeah, don't make it that good a lot of taiping. Plenty of fried onions and also I asked for added a lot of dough," the message.

"Hem, iyo mas." replied the resigned seller. If you can customer chatty gini it feels like to be on egg ceplokin tuh his face.

"Eh! one more thing, do not get charred and must be really delicious," he added.

"Rather than the message a lot of want it mending make your own time, Mas."

"Shut up!" irritated Devan to another female buyer again, it seemed like the friend from earlier because he was also still waiting there.

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