Sorry your Husband I Borrowed
Mysterious Nastar Cake Ordering

Around 10:00 wib, my mom just activated her phone.

*Dree....

*dreeett....

*dreet....

My phone is ringing. I saw a call coming in from my mother.

''Mom, I don't want to order nastar. Only one hundred and eighty thousand I said, starting the story behind my mobile phone.

''Oh. This mother's child is not polite. Sendin, not ordered. Mother gave me the recipe. Time is told order.'' chirped mother, without pause.

''C'mon Ma'am. Make sellout. My friend said, if the first buyer, it's a seller.'' my door, whining like a child.

''Hmmm, yes it is. Here, I transfer the money. Ask for her account number.'' said my mother, finally relented, and was willing to order my homemade nastar cake.

''The greatest happiness of a merchant is none other than when his trade is selling well.'' I murmured, in my heart.

''Mom transfer now. Quickly send me his account number.''

''Patience, mother. Later Winona send yes account number, to whatsapp mom!'' call me, ending my conversation with Mom.

Honestly, I actually just want to prank my mom. I'm not that kind of kid with my own mother. I packed the cake. Then I sent it by courier.

''Thank you mom yes.kue nastar orderan mom, currently on the way to the address. Approximately, Tanjung Balai-Tanjungpinang, will take 4 daily processes, to be able to get to the address.'' I said via chat.

''Where, Jeng Winona's account number. Let the mother transfer now.'' said the mother again, urging me, to send my account number immediately.

''Mother.if that is the case, it is safe. Let the cake to the house first, new transfer mother sometime. Winona was just kidding, if I told you to pay. Free. Later give input/criticism yes, less what. If according to Winona friends, it feels really okay!'' obviously, still through chat.

''Yes,'' replied mom.

''Your friend said the cake is delicious, so it can be free from you.'' said mother mocking me.

''But really, mom. My friend said, delicious. Then, he said he also promised to help sell my nastar cake. Doain's a sweet bestseller yes, mom.''

''Yes already. Mom believes. Thank God finally this one mother's son, willing to follow in the footsteps of mother, so a pastry merchant. Moreover, later on the holiday, the cake must be selling well. Sure, deh. Mother pray.''

Hearing that, I felt so happy. Because, for me, mother's prayer is primary.

***

I wanted these stories to the man. Who else, if not Boss Robert. But, my status, this time again a great fight. In fact, if I could, I would no longer want to continue this relationship. But, I was not ready, accepting the consequences of having to lose him. It tastes like a fruit. Surviving is hard, let alone letting go, harder.

*dreett....

*dreet...

*dreet...

My phone is shaking. I hurried to get it. But I hesitated to lift it. Because there is no name for the caller. I finally let it go, even though he kept trying to call.

''Don't-don't it's Boss Robert. He's got another number.''

Three times he called, and I still don't want to take his call.

''Who, anyway? Intention until three times call me.''

Uh. he sent a chat.

''Brother, Wi. It's me, Fitri, with your cell phone number. I want to order a nastar cake, brother. Three kilos, how many. I want an event!'' the sender of the chat said to me.

But, strangely, I called her she wouldn't pick up. He said, again, friend. I was told to chat.

''Brother, there will be a gojek that take to the house of sister yes, the same money I pay directly yes. Through the gojek.'' said Fitri.

''OK?'' I answered, ending the conversation.

Without thinking long, I immediately packed the Fitri order nastar cake.

Thirty minutes later, I heard the sound of someone's motor, stopping in front of my house.

I hurried forward, seeing who it was.

Man dressed gojek.

''Assallamoallaikum.'' said the man.

''Salam waallaikum. A minute, wait.'' answered me from inside the house.

When I opened the door, he immediately guessed my name, Winona.

''This is Winona's Mother's house?'' tanyanya to the point.

''Yes,'' I replied.

''Who wants to take the order Mbak Fitri huh?'' askaku.

''Yes Ma'am. This is the money, he said while thrusting the money that Fitri entrusted, to me.

''Ok wait a minute yes, I take the nastarannya.'' I go inside.

''This is the nastar, sir.'' I said, handing over the three-kilo worth of Fitri's order, to Gojek's brother.

He passed by, leaving my home.

***

The next day, I rushed to the office. I was curious, wondering what Fitri's assessment of my nastar made yesterday he ordered. The problem is, yesterday I wanted to call Fitri, it turns out Fitri's phone is not active.

''Fit...last night, your phone was off?'' manya curious.

''Eh how does my nastar cake taste, not fit?'' tanyaku curious , want to hear the assessment of Fitri immediately.

''Keep to make the event what the hell Fit, a lot of you order nastar up to 3 kilo.'' I said, and Fitri was surprised to get the question from me.

''Nastar? Sister sales nastar?'' ask Fitri back, in a tone of wonder.

''Yes, last night you told brother gojek, right, take it to my house?'' I said clarify.

''There isn't, brother? Fitri aja from the afternoon of sleeping, to the point that, waking up at midnight, at 01.00 wib due to hunger.'' Fitri assured.

''Ah, seriously. Don't fuss over me dong Fit.'' I said still with a curious face.

''Oath, by Allah, Fitri fell asleep last night from the afternoon. Waking up, midnight, because of hunger.'' repeated Fitri again, still adamant about him who overslept from the afternoon.

''Lies, sins. Claim people!'' chirping.

''Oh my goodness, brother. Anyway, I do until the nastar order 3 kg. I'm a boarding boy, brother. Anyway, I'm also a joke, brother. Want to buy nastar sekilo aja, I must think long.'' he explained again and increasingly make me question mark.

''Ih.

''Brother sister there is no longer a Fitri?'' ask Fitri.

''There is no, Fit. My friend, whose name is Fitri, is just you.'' I said.

***

I see, Boss Robert is still not here. Looks like he's off, didn't get into the office today.

Fitri, who happened to be putting some important files on Boss Robert's desk, told me that there was a nastar on his desk.

''Brother, Boss Robert orders his nastaran same older brother too huh? Want to taste, but scared. You're in the boss' room whispered Fitri, quietly in my ears.

I was immediately shocked. Confused what to answer. Because Boss Robert never orders nastar to me. Moreover, my status again fought a great battle with him.

''Fit try photoin nastar on the boss's desk.'' asked Fitri.

''Brother, but I'm afraid, later I go in again, thought to say what. I came in, because I wanted to put the file down, Fitri said, refusing to help me.

I finally got into Robert's boss's room. Anyway, he hasn't come yet either. It was 10:00 wib. He must have had no holiday at the office!

When I turned around, I saw that he was standing behind me. How surprised I was, seeing his arrival, because I did not realize when he entered the room.

''If kepengen, just take it, last night I bought it at the supermarket.'' he explained.

''I'm so ashamed. Caught.'' I grumbled in my heart.

He suddenly handed her a jar to me.

''Take it, if you want. I still have a lot, in the refrigerator.'' he said pointing to the refrigerator in his room.

Hearing that, I actually wanted to laugh. Why should it be placed in the refrigerator, the taste. But, I tried to hold him back, so as not to laugh. I hurried to leave the room.

***

I tasted the nastar given by Boss Robert. I suspect, this nastar is my nastar. After all, since when, men doyan snacking nastar. Huhahaha!

''Hmmmmmm.not to be mistaken about this. This is my nastar.'' I murmured in my heart.

I accidentally took out the nastar I brought from home.

''Fit, eat mana, nastar Boss Robert, with my homemade nastar.'' I said, asking Fitri to taste the nastar that I had thrust into him.

''Fit, funny no, men like to snack nastar.'' I said again asking for Fitri's opinion.

''Not really, brother. It's just, a little strange anyway, Kak.'' always a little slow, when saying that.

''You, if you want nastar, ask the boss. I was in her room, given a jar. Then, he said again, there is still a lot of stock in the refrigerator.'' I whispered, down to Fitri's ear.

We both almost went out. Seeing Boss Robert out of his room, we tried to hold back, not laugh.

He glanced at me and Fitri. And then just pass from before me. I thought, she's growing up with me, today.

I'm back to nastar.

''Fit, how does it feel, '' I said urging Fitri, to give an assessment.

''Oh yes wait, brother. I ate again. It's hard, which is better. It's equally delicious, this is Kak. Continues, the shape is also the same Kak.'' explained Fitri.

''Hmmm. There's something strange about this nastar. I'm sure nastar's on Boss Robert's desk and in his fridge, buy me the same. But, he said buy it at the supermarket. Self-service from Hong Kong!'' grumbling.

''Ooooo, pantes she says. I must be afraid I'm asking about this nastar. Haha. Them!''

''Really Fit, just as good?'' ask again.

''Yes, Brother. It feels the same.'', she said again.

''Be honest Fit, enjoy where. Nastar I'm the same nastar from the boss table?!''

''Try it Rasain's brother alone.''

But, it's true that my taste of nastar is the same as the nastar that Boss Robert gave me.

I'm very suspicious. Don't-don't gojek brother who went to my house yesterday, his man.

Anyway, I thank him for buying my merchandise. Want him ngaku or not ngaku, I'm grateful, trading nastar I'm selling.

''Thanks baby, you bought my nastar.''

Wanna say it. But, I'm prestigious. Pretending not to know. Later, there comes a time when I want to interrogate him, until he ngaku, if the nastar he bought from my supermarkets.(connect)