The Prince
33. Coffee

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City Y

The landing aircraft notice reads. Flight attendants lined up neatly, standing in front of the exit, putting on their most beautiful smiles as her work demanded. Thank you for the trust of the customers they work for.

"Darling, wake up, kid, come on down!" take Kia to Ipang.

"Emmmpt, Yes Ma'am"

Ipang opened his eyes lazily. Aircraft landing. Kia picked up her things and took Ipang down.

"Alhamdulillah" said Kia relieved and smiled after setting foot on the ground again.

While Ipang walked pouting his face bent. Ipang's world and dreams are still left behind in the Capital. Feeling the chest strokes of his biological father's field, laughing and joking with his new best friend.

But Ipang is still a child. His mother remained in power and became his pripritas. Separating from the mother who always kept him remains the worst nightmare.

Ipang still wants Kia to love him, so Ipang will. They immediately left the airport looking for a taxi.

"Honey, before we go home to eat first. What would Ipang eat?" ask Kia to Ipang.

"As for mom!" replied Ipang ketus still not collected mutnya.

Kia swallowed her saliva, was given ketus treatment by her son still make sick. Kia understood Ipang's expression. But Kia as a mother should not be provoked let alone baper. Kia has to be patient.

"You chicken? Meatballs or a burger?" asked Kia again forcing a cheerful face so that Ipang was also excited.

"Ipang told you, it's up to mom!" replied Ipang again with a slightly loud tone showing his timidity again.

"Ehm" Kia cleared her throat neutralizing the overcrowded race.

"Propay Kia, Ipang 6 is not even yet, be patient" Kia's mind again.

"Yes, buy meatballs. Later buy meatballs in which there are small meatballs. In the market deket house" replied Kia again invite Ipang.

"Yes" replied Ipang.

"okay"

Then they get a taxi. They went back to their little house in the village. Kia and Ipang went down in a traditional market near her home.

Since it was starting late afternoon, the market atmosphere felt quiet. Some shophouses are closed, there are only 2 grocery stores open.

And in the corner of the market there is a small shophouse with old wooden walls. The aroma of meatballs and chicken noodles spread to arouse the salivary glands to release water.

Although narrow motors lined up to meet the front of the meatball shop. Yes, a luxury hawker meatball in Kia village, so many fans.

"The place seems full of pity" Kia told Ipang as they got off the taxi looking at her favorite meatball stall.

"Hmm" Ipang still lazy to talk.

"Eat some soto!"

"Yes Mom!"

Then they went into the chicken manger.

"Dhek Kia?" greet someone who has just devoured soto. Then get closer to Kia's desk.

"Mas Radit" Kia replied in response.

"K, or Fatimah are you going to the capital? How come it's here? From yesterday I went to your house, your house is empty" Radit said.

"Ah yes, yesterday was in the capital Mas, but not at home, more comfortable living here, more calm" replied Kia bosa stale.

"Thank God I'm glad to hear it" Radit replied

"Ipang's mother is at home in the Capital" said Ipang was not happy to see his mother friendly to the man who is a nephew of the Srikandi foundation and a lurah candidate in his village.

Radit and Kia looked at each other awkwardly, hearing Ipang's words. Because Ipang turned his opinion with Kia.

The charm of the chicken soto came to divert the awkwardness of Kia. Then Kia started pouring soy sauce into Ipang soto bowl, tasted it then blew it slowly and fed Ipang. And Radit sat in front of them looking at Kia with a look of love.

"Ipang's mother ate alone" Ipang said pulling his bowl and looked at Radit with a hate speech.

"But it's hot, son, can I help you? Mother's bribe" said Kia again with her gentle tone.

"No. No!" prevent Ipang from closing his mouth and bowl.

"OK" answered Kia. "Eating well. Be careful this is hot, so slow down" Kia said.

"Yes Ma'am" replied Ipang.

Then Kia ate by herself.

"Your son is very clever Dhek" Radit praised Kia.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah"

"What's the tabun?"

"6 years of the road"

"Are you not kasian to him?" ask Radit again to make a pedekate.

"Cassian? What is the mercy of Ipang Mas?"

"Do you not want Ipang to have a father?" ask Radit again.

"Uhuk uhuk" Kia chokes at Radit's question. Radit immediately gives water and tissue.

"Be careful, Dhek. It's tissue!" said Radit advancing his body.

Kia received her kiss not answering the question as it was still difficult to breathe and choked.

At the same time without seeing Kia and Radit, Ipang spilled his soto, so the water flowed into the radit shirt because the table was small, and radit seemed to try to petrify Kia and advance his body attached to the table.

"Ipang" called Kia turned to Ipang. The table where they ate was full of hot soto stuffing.

"Sorry Om, Sorry Mom!" said Ipang lowered his head.

"Why can the sotos spill, son? I told you to be careful"

"Sorry the nudity of Ipang's hand, it was because it was hot so spilled"

"It's okay Dhek" replied Radit holding back his upset.

"Ipang is full Mom, let's go home" invite Ipang does not like his mother near the men.

"Yes son, I'll pay ya!" answer Kia.

"No need Dhek, let Mas pay"

"Ah no need Mas, Kia pay alone" replied Kia not tasty.

"Udah alja" replied Radit kekeh.

"Yes thank you, once again sorry for my son" replied Kia.

"It's okay, what are you riding on?"

"Mas's foot"

"Wait on! Mas inter"

"No, my mom! We walk" Kia replied, refusing.

"It's okay Mas between Dhek, kasian kasian kasian kan Ipang abis travel far on foot" said Radit seduce.

"Working is okay. Ipang seneng" chirps Ipang turn off Radit again.

"Hey. excuse me, my son prefers the road" Kia replied.

Raditpun immediately paid soto. Then force Kia to ride the bike.

"Naadik Dhek's. Your bag is heavy, Ipang's face is pale and dry?" said Radit on the bike following Kia.

They stopped by the side of the road. Kia's house is still 1 km away. Because Ipang does look pale Kia assented.

"Yes" replied Kia.

"Come on up! Ipang in front yes" said Radit directing Ipang standing in front because Radit motor matic.

"No way, Ipang wants in the middle" said Ipang refused. I don't want his mother and this man close

"Okay, yes yuk yuk yuk yuk" replied Radit nodding. Instead of failing to deliver, mending also wanted Ipang.

The three of them then headed to Kia's house. Kia returns to her small house that she has been living in for a few days. The three of them went down.

"I forgot to drink, can I have a drink, right?" tanya Radit bosa stale still want to buy Kia.

"Yes Mas. Let's sit down first" said Kia let Radit sit in the living room.

Ipang nyelonong enter with his face bent. Kia follows Ipang into his house.

Kia directly lit the stove and boiled the water. Before long the water that Kia boiled boiled boiled boiled boiled, then Kia made coffee for people who had helped him.

In silence and wrapped in his innocent face, Ipang watched his mother. Ipang's intelligent brain works, thinking of something beyond reason and Kia's estimation.

And unbeknownst to Kia, when Kia went to the bathroom washing hands and urinating, Ipang put chilli powder even up to 5 spoons into Radit coffee. After feeling enough Ipang went into his room.

"Awas aja dare to approach my mother, my father Aslan's father, I do not want another father" Ipang smiled

After washing her hands, Kia brought drinks for her guests.

"Please Mas" said Kia politely with her sweet smile.

Radit who has had a long crush on Kia is very happy, made coffee and accompanied by a sweet smile Kia. The combination of the right stone, delicious black coffee with its bitter characteristics and the beauty of the fractured lips Kia.

"Thank you Dhek, I drink coffee yes" Radit said proudly.

"Yes, please!"

Slowly, Radit sipped Kia coffee, and screw.

"Uhuk uhuk" Radit spewed Kia's coffee.

"Why Mas?" ask Kia in shock.

"Nothing, maybe because it's still hot so on the lips it feels a bit spicy" replied Radit fanning his lips with his hand.

"I get you a small plate, let it not be hot" Kia said back.

Radit only the mangosteen still felt the shock of his lips.

Not long after that, Kia brought a small plate back. Give it as a place to cool the coffee. Radit then follows Kia's advice.

While waiting coldly, Radit stole a glance at Kia. Enjoy the beauty of God's creation that some days he did not see it.

"So what was the story yesterday in the capital?" ask Radit bosa stale.

Kia was silent, did Kia tell me that she met Ipang's father. Ah so lazy.

"He.. The capital is not my fortune Mas, so I came back here"

"Goodoo. Don't just go here. Your online sales are already underway, just continue!"

"Yes Mas"

"Oh yes, what I said in the soto maker was thought again yes"

"What is it, Mas?"

"6 years is not a moment Dhek. Kasian you know Ipang does not have a father, do you not open your heart?"

"Ah yes! Hehehe.. I have not thought Mas, I still want to be alone" replied Kia grinned.

"Yes, think about it, do not keep it alone, Mas want you to know"

"Ehm, um" Kia cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"I both kok Mas the same Ipang, oh yes it seems like the coffee is cold drunk Mas" said Kia again

Radit then sips again with more amount, and..

"Hoeek" Radir turned his coffee back on. It tastes very spicy and bitter. Radit lips direct jontor. Then Radit immediately resigned and resigned.

Kia was confused to see her guests. What's wrong with the coffee. While in the room, Ipang smiled happily.