
"Dit, what do buyers say about my tempeh?" Al is curious and ready with input or criticism from buyers.
"They say delicious Al, it fits if the word mom-emak says tempeh I sold yesterday is different, more sari"
"Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. Then yesterday 30 bars ran out Dit?
"Alhamdulillah runs out Al, here is a densely populated complex. So if the tasteful cepet run out, advertising the mothers of the complex is terrible, one says delicious the other will not hesitate to buy. Hopefully we can maintain the quality of Al"
"Aamiinu. Thank you very much Dit lucky God meeting with a good friend. Help me who conditions again pioneering. Thanks again to Dit"
"Don't be so Al, all with Allah's permission. God has made your business easier. This money 30 times 2,500 so 75 thousand ya Al. Every day I was given 50 sticks of Al yesterday there is still a lot that has run out. I arrived earlier, right? who asked for 50 every day" Radit said
"Yes bro, it has been up to that day.to this day there are still 30 servings for I have not added. God has 50 tomorrow. It was added to it"
This is the last store that Al visited, there were only 3 shops that were visited and another new store trial only 5 nitip sticks. And Thank God everything is exhausted, in the store 2 was in the future asked for 30 sticks each day. And it has added 2 new stores to visit.
"Alhamdulillah, God willing next Sunday can recruit people to help ya Ai" answered with a nod of the head by Aini.
"Congratulations bro, preserve the quality"
"Every bro, if like yesterday failed and foul mending discarded rather than sold undermines market confidence"
"I love your initiative Al, customer satisfaction number 1"
"Each Dit, reflect with yourself when buying something but disappointing then tomorrow will be lazy to buy again"
"Me and my family say yes Dit, the child asked to play earlier"
"Be careful, Al. See you tomorrow God willing"
As promised Al, after a tour entrust tempe further a walk to the city park.
"Dad wants to ride the kerrreta. Adek berrrani itself can be well" Alia ran towards her parents' father. He's been playing with new friends in the park. It is not difficult to pronounce the letter R. Just 2 weeks in a new place has a lot of changes Alia inherited the personality of her mother who is easy to get along with, in contrast to Al who is cold because in a new place inevitably have to learn barbaur.
"Maybe, this is the money you gave to the ticket guard. Later follow what om om said, do not forget to say thank you as well as later yes dear" said Al while pointing to the ticket officer. Of course all supervised just to train the child mentally, Alia was left to try alone.
"Every boss, get over there first. Those friends are already there. Daaah father, mother" ran away leaving both parents.
"Daah dear" said the couple together.
"No need to run, dear" cried Aini
"We are too heartless mas, time to let a 5-year-old child buy his own ticket" Aini doubted her motherly soul revolted to help her son.
"Our position is not far away Ai, we see from here try. How can Alia win this challenge. We can still hear their voices" Al said, calming his wife.
"All right, mas"
"MasyaAllah, Alhamdulillah.." said Aini relieved.
"That's thanks to your upbringing Ai, thank you dear" said Al sincerely.
"It is not that God's blessing makes it easier for us to educate Alia, all by God's will"
"Totally with my wife on this one"
"Maaaas, how many wives are you?" Aini scowled repeating the question of time in the Great Mosque.
"Hey...is there something wrong with my words?" Al confused
"that's this one wife. How many wives do you have?"
"Ooh.it. Mas only have you Ai, one wife is not exhausted and mas can not give a living, no ideals added wife Ai dear" stroking hijab Aini.
"Hmmm"
"Eh look Ai, try to pay attention in the corner there near the mpek mpek store, it looks like your friend huh? Uh not very familiar face, but who is it?"
"Where is mas?" spreading her husband's point of view.
Women with pasmina hijabs in loose-fitting toenail pants give the polite impression of being joked with a mature man.
Aini still remembered who the woman was.
"Mba Fatimah, yes not mother mba Fatimah ex-wife Mas Abid" Inner Aini
"That means that in front of him is Bu Fita's ex-husband" still wondered inwardly.
"Oalah Ai is not Fatimah Abid's ex-wife yes.Old impression was not seen in the village"
"Yes, that was Fatimah. Didn't expect to see it here" said Aini. "If I have called too far away I cry shame, go far away."
"You are just there. Let it be, previously we did not know him only just to know"
"It was quite late afternoon, go home yuk Ai" continued Al.
"Yuk mas, Ai call Alia first yes. It also seems tired of playing, Mas just wait here later exhausted if you go there" considering her husband can not be too tired, the result can be fatal can not walk the next day. Aini walked away from her husband to her son.
From far away Fatimah also realized that she had seen people who incidentally 1 area with her. And Fatimah knew exactly who she saw, she was the woman her husband always mentioned. The woman who made him unlovable by her husband. There was a sick feeling when her husband always called the kindness of an Aini, a woman who was always adored by her husband. Fatimah had deep pain with Aini. But Fatimah realized that Aini was also innocent in this case, she had checked Abid in a short message there was never a reply from Aini. In the call log there is also an outgoing call and call history 0 which indicates Abid's call was never answered by Aini. In everyday life Fatimah investigated who Aini really was, and there was no sign that Aini was responding. There Fatimah looked at Aini's domestic life and the happy husband as seen today. To forget the incident Fatimah chose to ask for divorce with Abid and left her hometown. Following her uncle and aunt who were transmigrating on the island of S, until met with Tegar who became her husband now.
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