Self Healing
Episode 48 Back to Reality

I returned to my daily routine, that is, in addition to dropping off school, I also took a tahsin class in the Icha school environment. While on weekends, I usually receive orders for ornamental cakes and cut cakes, whose promotion I fit on the Facebook page. Thank God, almost every weekend, there are cake orders that come in.

I usually do it after the kids are asleep. My service hours are from eight o'clock at night until dawn.

"There's another order?" mother asked when she saw me preparing ingredients to make cake.

"Yes ma'am, thank God for tomorrow morning" I replied while preparing all the necessary equipment and equipment.

"Taken or delivered?"

"Taken at 9. Tomorrow at dawn I finish" I replied.

That night, I finished making the cake until it matured. Then, after dawn I continued it to finish touch, by applying fondan as a final ornament after coated with butter cream.

Then, I also made my own box, using a carton of 2 mm thick.

"Why does the box always make its own anyway? Can I buy it?"

That's the question that is often posed to me and my answer is because the size of the cake after being decorated with fondan will experience changes in height, therefore for neatness and cake safety to arrive at the destination, boxes with unusual sizes are those that can accommodate the cake.

For a year and a half I was in the cakery business until I had gained loyal customers. Almost every weekend I get an order of cut cakes, ornamental cakes, various sweet breads to pastry. All the recipes I learned by self-taught, to how to decorate cakes using chocolate and fondan, all I learned only from the internet, books or magazines.

My two daughters are very happy with my activities, because they can enjoy various cakes, bread or other snacks for free.

"Enak yaa, we can try the cake that kayak in the store," said Ara one time while enjoying chocolate cake.

"Yes, you don't have to go to the store, it's good for free" Icha added.

"Mom, next week for snack time at school, I make chocolate banana bread yes" Icha told me.

"This is Allah" I replied.

Every three months, the Icha class gets a turn to provide small meals for one school, which is as many as 20 pieces/items coordinated by the school committee. I also often get the task to prepare it, of course at a much cheaper price, than ordinary orders. But at the very least, the parents of the disciples knew of my business and wished they had ordered it.

Until the time comes, where I have to return to Batam and with a heavy heart, I have to give an announcement to all my customers, that I have not received an order of cakes and bread. Whereas at that time, my cakery business had started to squirm compared to the previous months. My customers were of course quite disappointed by this notice and I actually felt the same way, but my obligation was to accompany my husband.

Me and the kids finally returned to Batam, after two years of LDR with Tyo. However, Tyo still had to go back and forth to Jakarta to complete his thesis. Before we returned to Batam, my father gave me a sum of 100 million rupiah, to buy a car to be used in Batam later. That one hundred million, my father considered it enough with the savings we had at the time. In reality, we didn't have enough savings to pay off the 7-seater family car I chose.

"Our savings are only twenty million, still less than ten million for his car," said Tyo.

"Borrow to Mas Mukti or who ?"

"No, not good."

"Trus, how's it ?" my many.

"It's not more expensive, is it riba anyway?"

"Yes, you can't buy a car !" ketus Tyo which made me quite surprised.

"Yowes, it's up to Mas aja," I answered looking for safety.

"Tomorrow, mas will survey which credit is the lightest interest," said Tyo who made me beristighfar in heart, because I strongly disapprove of his decision.

In the end, Tyo agreed to installments for 3 years, with the total price for 3 years that almost penetrated 200 million rupiah. What a world-end loss we will get by trading usury like this.

At the same time, I re-conceived our two children for the third time.

My third pregnancy was quite different from the previous two, where I lost my appetite which made my weight gain at the minimum threshold. This makes Tyo worried about the health and development of the fetus that I have.

"Which, eat again yes, drink milk, kasian dedeknya starve if you don't want to eat."

"If I'm hungry, I'll eat. But, now I'm not a laper and do not want to snack, so do not be forced, let alone drink milk, not ah, I'm nauseous so much smell," I refuse repeatedly.

"Yes, honey has to eat. Mas, get down first. Inget yaa, breakfast and drink milk," said Tyo before he went to work.

There's something I forgot about this pregnancy, which is ice cream as a substitute for milk. Although the truth is not forgotten, but deliberately do not remember it because to consume ice cream as a substitute for milk, of course I have to buy for my two daughters too, too, he said, means spending will grow only for ice cream, for that I intentionally not to buy ice cream.

My days are now quite different from before, because right now my two daughters have gone to school. Icha has entered the SD and Ara levels in Kindergarten. They both attended a complex of integrated Islamic schools in the Tiban area, Sekupang. The location is quite far from Awassuka Hospital, which is about 7 km, with a very different trip from the previous school in Bekasi.

"A trip to school is like Dora?" I chuckled them off at school.

"Kook for Dora?" ask Icha.

"Let's see, after passing through the reservoir, we pass through the hills, then we pass through the market, the mosque and the public school complex, until finally we arrive at the highest hill, yes it's your school, Cha," I replied.

"Oiya yaa, it's far away too ma'am. That's the highest hill, right! I can see the same sea of Singapore from the second floor of the school!" sahut Icha full of spirit.

By giving them a different view of the location of their school, Icha and Ara seem more excited about going to school, because of the sense of adventurer sensation Dora can feel every day.

Six months passed, my pregnancy had entered the period of labor that would come at any time. Like the previous labor, I didn't feel worried, because I was quite down towards the delivery room. But in contrast to Tyo, who was worried about my weight gain until entering the thirty-eighth week, only gained 8 kg.

"There's still time, let's eat it plus, cut out the baby's cheese," Tyo pinta said as she handed me a plate of fried rice.

"Mas, if I'm hungry, I'll eat, but now I don't want to eat anymore" I refused subtly.

Tyo took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly while walking towards me. Then he stood with his knees with his hands holding both hands, "Yang, Mas worried about the addition of the minimum weight, fearing the baby who why later, because dear lack of food intake. So eat yes, a little bit. Two spoons also papa, later can be continued again. Little but often, yes. Please?" it was a subtle prayer that finally made me obey.

Inevitably, I finally obeyed him even though this body rebelled.