Suddenly Husband Wife
Drafts

"Mas, where are we going? How come I got my eyes closed, Mas?"

Sraya walked carefully as Akram was currently closing his eyes with a black cloth. After lunch, Akram suddenly took Sraya somewhere.

At first Sraya is not suspicious, but when they have made half the journey, Akram says that he has a surprise for Sraya.

"Yes, Mom. This is where we have arrived, you will definitely like the place," said Akram.

"Mom?" sraya asked with a tone of voice that held back from laughing.

"Yes, Mommy. From now on, Mas, will call you by Mother's call."

"Hahaha .. continue, Mas. What is his own calling?"

"Dad! I want to be called a father with our children."

With great care, Akram led Sraya up the stairs, and brought him into the caffe that he would soon open, while Sagara slept comfortably in a sraya sling.

Slowly Akram opened Sraya's blindfold. "It's a surprise for you, brother. Hope you like it."

Sraya traced every corner of the caffe with a puzzled look, what surprise? He still did not understand what Akram meant. There are no decorated tables, cakes, or related to the word surprise as in general.

"Where's the table, Mom. Messages?" ask Sraya.

Akram held back laughter looking at Sraya's innocent face. "All the tables in this caffe I've pesen all, for you, Dik."

"This coffee booking?" sraya asked still with her puzzled face.

Akram stroked Sraya's beautiful unraveling black hair, then looked at his wife lovingly. "You've bought this caffe for you, you know your hobby is cooking and you have great potential. Mom, want you to start what's been your dream, hope you like."

Sraya heard well every word that came out of Akram's thin lips, he felt moved and happy. Marrying Akram was one thing she never imagined before.

The marriage of him and Akram, which was done suddenly, was no less warm with couples based on love before marriage. And Sraya is very grateful for that.

"Mma–as buy this caffe, for me?"

"Yes, the letters and their ownership have written your name, Dik. Here let Sagara me the fat one, you look around first just fill this caffe." Akram took Sagara and took turns carrying him.

Sraya pays attention to every detail and angle of this caffe. There are several sets of tables with sofas, as well as tables and chairs that have a capacity of two, four, and six guests. With a variety of unique shapes and types.

The cashier area, which has a length of two meters, is equipped with an MPOS system with two minimalist tabs, which can be adjusted with a caffe layout to input orders and payments. As well as glass display case for laying products.

Next to the cash register was a barista table, containing an ice cream machine and a coffee maker, with a glass jar containing a sample of neatly arranged coffee beans on a wooden shelf. Do not forget a board at the top that displays ads and product info.

Some plant pots are placed in several corners of the caffe, further adding to the natural impression.

Akram followed every step of his wife, Sraya's eyes sparkled and held haru. "Mas, I don't know what to say? Thanks for that, Mas. I've been doing what I've been dreaming about all this time."

Akram grew proud and happy with Sraya's reaction, he hugged his wife's body warmly. "Mas is very confident that you are capable, with your ability to process food, as well as your experience working with Willian. Surely you can make this caffe forward."

"It's not me, Mas. But us, me and you. It could be successful and start this business well."

"Goddessa ... Dik, out of here we buy some furniture and new tools for our caffe, and you will not work alone, Mas. Will work some chefs to help you."

"Make a lot, Mas. I love you so much." A warm kiss landed on Akram's lips, the thing that Akram really liked would not be enough if only once. Akram melumatt sweet lips Sraya.

They stopped his activities before Akram got out of control, especially Sagara has whined because he felt squeezed between mother and father.

They laughed a little. "Aren't you laper, brother? Let's find a meal first yuk, before we shop," asked Akram.

"Yes, I'm a laper, Mom. What do you want to eat?" ask Sraya.

"Not thought, while walking. Who knows if we'll find any interesting food." They both got out of the cafe and continued their journey.

This afternoon the weather was a little cloudy, Akram opened a little window of his car. Smelling the aroma of soto is very fragrant, he saw the left side of the street, there is a simple soto shop with a blue tent.

"We ate at soto's stall yuk, Dik. From the fragrance it looks like it is delicious," asked Akram.

"Byeah, Mas. I'm actually a laper."

Akram pulled over his car not far from the soto stall. He went out first and opened the door for Sraya, they both walked side by side towards the soto stall and saw a banner that read Soto haji Usman stall.

Akram chose the corner-most long table. And a middle-aged man immediately approached them. "Good day, sir, Mom. Here is the menu please read. Later if you want to call me."

"Take it straight, sir. I pesen soto chicken kampung two servings, because I already nyium aroma is very good," said Akram.

"Soto chicken kampung two servings, want to use lontong or rice, sir?"

"Would you like to use rice or lontong, brother?" ask Akram to Sraya.

"I'm rice sir, drink warm tea sugar is little yes, sir."

"I am too, Sir. Same with my wife."

The man immediately made an order for Akram and Sraya. The pot where the newly opened soto sauce made Akram feel hungry.

This soto stall seems to be crowded with visitors, visible from the traces of empty bowls that are being cleaned by a lady whose age is not far from Sraya.

"Mas, it looks like the girl is the same age as Nastiti, yes" said Sraya. Apparently he also took notice of the entire stall.

"He's called Labiqa, sir. The girl helped me in my ward, usually from morning until noon and working in the flower shop. But yesterday I was fired. I'm Mr. Usman, who has this shop." said Mr. Usman while serving the order Akram.

"That girl works in two places in a day, sir?" ask Sraya.

"Yes, Mom. He works in two places, because he helped his sister school in Central Java. His parents are not there."

"Work hard too" murmured Akram.

"He's a graduate of SMK Catering, sir. The cuisine is good, I have told him to work in a restaurant but he said it is difficult, he is also not good because he has come with me from the school era."

Akram and Sraya nodded their heads hearing the story of Mr. Usman. "Eh maap loh, sir. I have a lot of talk, please enjoy the food, I'm sorry if that's it."

"That's okay, sir," said Akram politely.

Akram and Sraya enjoy a warm soto made by Mr. Usman. True guess Akram if the chicken soto village is very good. The sauce is savory and thick, when given a squeeze of lime adds freshness.

In the middle of their lunch, Sagara who was originally a henchman suddenly cried. Make Sraya stop her eating. "It looks like Sagara is thirsty. I made some milk first."

"It's hot water isn't there, brother?"

"In the car, Mas."

"Look, let me take it first." When Akram wants to get up from his seat, a girl named Labiqa approaches them. "Mom and Dad need some warm water, right?"

"Eh yes, Mba. Our son was thirsty for milk, but the hot water was in the car" Akram replied.

"Let me make it, sir, Mom. If possible, we have hot water, I'll take it first." Labiqa deftly brought a glass of hot water to Sraya.

"Thank you, Mba. So it's a hassle." said Sraya.

"It's okay, Mom. His son is very funny, maybe not if I love his milk. You can continue eating, I'm sitting next to you so you can watch."

Sraya thought for a moment and watched Labiqa closely. "May, but sit here, all of us chat." Sraya pointed at the empty bench in front of him hinting for Labiqa to sit there.

Labiqa obeyed Sraya and took Sagara for her to carry and gave him milk. "Who's name, ma'am?" ask Labiqa.

"Sagara, Aunt. Take three months."

"Know Ma'am, my name is Labiqa." Labiqa smiled and introduced herself.

"I'm Sraya and this is my husband, Mas Akram."

Akram was just silent from earlier, usually he was wary of new people. Especially with someone who wants to touch their child. But with Labiqa, it was like seeing his sister, Nastiti.

"So I heard from Mr. Usman, you graduated SMK tataboga huh?" tanya Akram started the conversation.

"Yes, Mr. Akram. Labiqa graduates tataboga."

Sraya noticed Labiqa's interaction with Sagara, seen the girl who is currently holding Sagara, looks soft and mature. "Why not try working in a restaurant or caffe, Biq?

"Labiqa has worked in a restaurant, Mom. But not because the contract is up. Continuing to find work again difficult because of the pandemic, Labiqa had worked in a flower shop yesterday but was fired."

"Fired why, Biq?"

"There's a customer complaining, ma'am. It is not the fault of Biqa. Labiqa tried to send the man's order, but it got stuck. Even if I was on time anyway he was angry and called my boss, I finally got fired deh." Labiqa said with a slightly sad face.

"Belom windfall, Biq. What's the name, can you cook?"

"I can do some nusantara cuisine, ma'am. Pastry and wet cake."

Sraya first finished his meal, and while Akram wants to add. "Biq, please make me another half a serving."

"Ah .. Yes, sir. Labiqa make it first." He handed Sagara back to Sraya, and headed for the soto cart.

"Mas laper what doyan .. hahahaha," sraya.

"Laper and doyan, brother. Sotonya's really good. Oh yes how if Labiqa we send it to caffe aja, we ask him to make a menu, if it is delicious and according to your criteria, we can hire him," said Akram.

"I agree, Mom. It just so happened that we met him."

After Akram finished his meal he paid with a hundred thousand rupiah, and refused Mr. Usman to return the rest.

In addition, Akram left Sraya's mobile number on Labiqa. "This is my wife's mobile number, if you are interested you can come to our cafe. We haven't opened yet, we're still looking for employees."

"Pak Akram, thank you very much. I'm definitely coming, sir."

"Later my wife and I will say yes, when you can demo cook in our cafe, then I say goodbye first."

Akram followed Sraya who was first there in the car. They both continue their goals to a mall in Jakarta.

Sraya bought some unique furniture that he will put in his cafe later. A few dozen dishes and glasses are pretty aesthetic as well as some kitchen utensils.

The basket, which was originally empty, is now almost full. In the middle of them shopping for a couple who were none other than Sofi and Aslan greeted them.

"Akram, Sri Lanka. Are you shopping too?"

Sraya turned to a familiar voice and smiled kindly at Sofi, in contrast to her husband, Akram. The flat and without excretion when addressed.