Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
157: Being the Happiest

Out there, the rain is still pouring into the night. Occasionally, lightning bolts were also present. Arimbi decided to turn off the television that had accompanied him waiting for the return of the husband.

“Sepi, Ma'am? Didn't see tivi?” ask Mr. Angga who just came out of the room. He caught the daughter-in-law still faithfully sitting on the sofa of the family room alone.

“Fear, Dad. There's lightning, tuh.”

“If install anti-lightning, it really does not affect anyway, Mbak?” ask Mr. Angga who until this moment wants to give the best for his son and daughter-in-law. Because they are the most precious treasure of his life.

Arimbi who was not understanding with the question of his father-in-law immediately shook his head with a smile. “Lack of know, Dad. Most later ask us Aidan.”

Pak Angga is also a messem. Both do not know, but seeing the screen of the daughter-in-law's phone in the dark, also again made him worried. Pak Angga was afraid, Arimbi was bored and did not even feel at home living with him. Because if that happens, automatically Pak Angga will also return to live alone.

“Wifi off what, Ma'am?” ask Mr. Angga deliberately approached and then confirm his wife.

“Ayah Angga always wants to give the best. Angga's father was afraid of being left behind, fearing that he could not love the best more than the mother of Arum and papah Kalandra. Want not to want, circumstances at once this kind of feeling will always be there,” thought Arimbi.

This became the second night Arimbi and mas Aidan stayed at the house of Mr. Angga. Actually they're not just three with Angga sir. Because Warisem's mother and her caretaker were there too. Only, Warisem's mother had slept in the room about an hour ago. Because it was already night, it was almost twelve. But because Aidan has not returned and the situation is also raining, Arimbi deliberately waited in the family room. Unexpectedly, Angga sir to accompany him. The man steamed the dimsum for Arimbi.

“Mas Aidan said, do not love fried Mbak, fear Mbak strep throat,” said Angga's father while presenting a plate of dimsum complete with sauce in a separate bowl.

“Yes for God's sake. This is me even making Daddy bother!” panic Arimbi.

“Repot what is it, Ma'am? Lah, don't. Bentar, we ate the pickled fruit that you made yesterday. Seger is!” said Mr. Angga.

“Let me take it, Father ..” said Arimbi somewhat exclaimed as he stared at the departure of the back of Angga sir who returned to the kitchen.

“It's been nothing. Mbak rest only,” reply Pak Angga relaxed while continuing to step without even glancing at Arimbi.

Arimbi who had stood up, reflexively sighed deeply. He gradually sat down and framed his flat stomach, using both hands. In his heart, Arimbi was sure that his children would be the happiest. Their children will be surrounded by people who love them. Of course, the facilities already mas Aidan including Pak Angga prepared will also be the main support of their happiness.

“Alhamdullilah O Allah, since from the inside of the stomach, children have no lack of affection. They also always eat good food as well as nutritious. No less, there is food, new drinks every day,” Inner Arimbi. He thought, the shortcomings that he had let alone mas Aidan sense, were now reciprocated with abundant happiness. Their children will feel that bountiful happiness without pause.

“Alhamdullilah ...,” shrewd Arimbi unceasingly grateful while continuing to stroke his stomach using his left hand. He began to eat the dimsum prepared by Angga's father, so that the man felt valuable.

Evidently, Mr. Angga had immediately smiled warmly just because he watched the son-in-law devouring the dimsum voraciously.

“This is so good, Dad. Seriously, delicious, no less delicious than the products in the mall!” said Arimbi who then asked, the beginning of Angga's father can until having a fast food business as well as frozen food like now.

“Initial yes because Dad wanted to find a decent business, uh Dad insulted. But I see, this business opportunity actually exists. At first, Dad was selling it around. Dad used to sell fried food using a bicycle, Mommy!” the story of Pak Angga.

“Dad on a bicycle? That time should have been a lot of motors, right?” Arimbi. Moreover, he just found out, the beginning of the business of Pak Angga because he was insulted.

Pak Angga smiled resignedly. “Ya already, Mamah Arum alone has been bought the same car papah Kala! The problem used to be that dad was mediocre capital. So people are concerned, use bicycles, rather than be shouldered. In part if the sale uses a bicycle, so astonished if someone calls.”

“Since then started thinking to be more. Think of trying to make a product, long-time many who know and like also.”

“Assalamualaikum ..” soft greeting from mas Aidan, managed to disturb togetherness there. Mr. Angga and Arimbi have immediately returned their greetings.

“Wah, rame ..!” Mas Aidan was immediately excited.

“Sini, Mas. I made the same summer Dad!” Arimbi did not lose the frenzy. While sitting, he also gave a hard code to the husband to immediately sit next to him.

Mas Aidan deliberately approached the father who was also immediately treated with reverence. Then, after that mas Aidan sat next to his wife like a hard code that he received. The one who had just sat down was immediately given a drink. Warm tea and Arimbi word is still made by Pak Angga.

“This is delicious. From yesterday forgot to order mbak Azzura all people home,” said mas Aidan after receiving a bribe from his wife.

Since knowing pregnant, Arimbi's activities are indeed limited. Go-away business even though mas Aidan brought him using a car, really restricted. For the safety of the fetus because of the miscarriage experienced by the mother of Arum and Azzura, until they were traumatized. Because they believe, the myth exists. A kind of experience experienced by the previous family, it does not rule out the possibility will also be experienced by the young.

“We really ordered, Dad. Don't begloved!” said Arimbi deliberately wanti-wanti, but the dibawanti-wanti just laugh.

“Iya, we buy. Don't keep loving. Later we promote online to be more in demand. Because I'm sure, once they eat, they'll instantly like it. I'll send it to Uncle Lim too. Let them help with the promotion. That's usually it!” mas Aidan was excited.

Mr. Angga nodded in agreement. He gradually poured his son-in-law's handcuffs into a bowl that he had also prepared in the tray. “Oh yes, Mas. How's the decision going?”

Arimbi also just remembered, the reason for waiting for the husband until almost the early morning because he did not want to miss the latest news from the relationship Aisyah and Ilham.

Aisyah, who lives in Sepri's contract, chose to divorce from Ilham. Unexpectedly, Inspiration does not want to be divorced. While this afternoon, the group of Father Kyai and his mother Aisyah, arrived at their pecel stall. Which after that, mas Aidan ushered in the group as well as solve the case of Aisyah and Ilham.