The Second Angel of My Husband
Chapter 10

Alea and Zella let go of their embrace. Alea looked at Zella's face with a deep gaze, honestly she still felt guilty for asking for help from people who had problems bigger than her problems.

"Let's finish our preparations, time goes on, at least before I pick up Tifa, all our sales are ready. Oh yeah, here I add one sambal menu, sambal matah!" Zella carved a smile on her face.

"You know Akhsan's young wife?"

"He was my childhood friend, after me he was in the same office with Akhsan, he was probably Akhsan's first love. We were not close, but we knew. It's also free I tell you who he is, you won't know, because before he didn't live in this city, continue ... our friendship also began when I was married and started studying ustadz Fazar."

"We are strangers who are suddenly brought closer by taste." Alea had an early friendship with Zella. Zella who is not familiar with her life, as well as her, she does not want to know a lot about Zella's life, she only knows Zella, a wife of one of the members of the study named Akhsan, who is a student, and also the mother of a beautiful child named Latifa.

The two make friends with the happiness and comfort of both of them. Give limitations to some parts of life, but be ready to strengthen each other if you experience problems. For Zella and Alea, befriending not only their kindness, but accepting all the flaws. Ideas from friends are not all to be used, but give the idea of making friends' thoughts open by other ideas that suddenly appear because of the opinions of friends.

Like the idea of selling today, Alea used to be just a story of wanting to have a five-foot business, but confused by what menu will be sold, he said, then Zella gave the ideas and recipes of the menu they are selling at this time.

Alea took a deep breath, it was hard for him to ask this, but it was heavier to hold it. "So ... What's your move after this?"

"I want to register our divorce." Zella stared blankly at the other direction. How he handled the divorce while he had no money. Money is not everything, but everything always uses money. Zella felt the light bulb in her head light up.

"If you don't mind, I'm ready to go through this business, the result is for me to open a divorce hearing, then for me as Tifa continues to live." Zella is so excited.

"But the distribution of results is small Zell, you know yourself open the divorce hearing how, it is a small nominal but pay a few stages. Continue ... What is the result enough for your living expenses?"

"This is my hasty wish. If God changes my heart, at least there's time, it takes time, and I have a plan for how to live my next life without Aksan."

"Are you sure you want Zell's divorce?"

"If you're in my position, are you able to hold on? What's going on in front of your eyes is so obvious that your husband isn't happy with you?"

"At least you tell your mother first, let her give input," Alea suggested.

"Come on Al, I'm afraid of this story to my mom, as long as I'm her son, I can only make her cry with all my problems, no matter when I can make her smile and happy. Ye know? For the mama Akhsan a near-perfect man, somehow ruined mama if I knew this, I needed time to share this matter with mama. If I find the right time, I'll tell you the story."

Their preparations were complete, no alarm felt on Zella's mobile phone had shouted, reminding the owner to immediately pick up Tifa. When Zella was still on the field, no visitors had come. But when Zella left, a car with an open tub pulled over near Alea's lap.

"Well, now look after the beautiful neng, what kind of handsome brother?" greet the visitor is friendly.

"The usual stop, mas. Maybe he had more promising efforts than this. But ... although different hands are served, insyha Allah tastes the same, but can also be more delicious than usual, because for today who love this sale recipe to me," aela said so sure.

"Yes, I pesen banana gepreknya 10, banana gapitnya 1 classic, 2 brown-cheese. Everything's wrapped."

"Sir Rahman huh?" guess Alea.

"Kok know?" said the man.

"Wh story of previous employees, said he there are customers who always buy a lot of his name Mr. Rahman."

"Have been considered a subscription? Can you get a bonus dong?" said the man laughed.

"Bonus mah sometime yes sir, but today there is an offer for the Father, so far there is only a sambal geprek for banana complement gepreknya, in fact it has long been suggested to add a variant of sambal, sambal, but it's not always hunted. Well ... today who gave me the advice that makes additional sambal." Alea started lighting the grill to cook the banana gapit.

"Sambal Matah sir, delicious! The pedes! A truck! Deh."

The man threw a look in the other direction. It feels like looking back on the good memories of the past. "If it was in my village first, he called a widow banana. Keep on eating using the rice sauce, but someone often makes it for me with a complementary sambal matah."

"Wah .. turns out there is a sweet story behind the pedesnya sambal," comments Alea.

"Can anyone banana widow 1 for me to enjoy here with sambal matah?" The man felt that something was wrong with his words. "I mean banana chips."

"Can Sir!" Alea's hand immediately lit the frying flame to fry a session of 2 banana chips.

"You call it a pussy or a relaxing widow, sir, my friend also called a banana widow, but because after the first frying banana in the pug until flat, my friend also called the banana, that's why I changed the name to banana geprek."

"I have to kidnap this friend of yours, make it my favorite special food chef."

"Don't Mr. .. If you have someone else, you will not buy me again."

"Oh yeah until I forget, Iced one orange, thirsty I was too much ngockeh."

"Every Sir ...." Alea left the fritters and grill to make the drink that was ordered by her first customer. After delivering drinks, Alea returned to her original task. Sometimes he stared at the man for a moment.

Crazy one! Mr. Rahman I thought tuir! It turns out he's dead! Aduh .. The person is also fun to be a chatter friend.

Alea forced himself to come back to reality, before the banana roasted on teflon turned into charcoal. Not long ago, bananas swimming in a frying pan are also time to be lifted. Alea served the banana first for the customers to enjoy. Then return to prepare the wrapped order. While the man was looking very enjoy the banana teeprek in front of him.

"Who's the classic banana gapit, sir?" Alea opened the conversation again.

"Make my mother, before the fire country strikes, this masakin-loving woman for me." The man conditioned on the banana he ate. "She also likes to make my mother banana gapit, and mom really likes it. But the original, if the one given thick sweet, chocolate or cheese, my mother does not like. He likes to be doused with brown sugar, he says it looks like a compote, but there's a roast to it."

"Actually I want to know more, but too much know that tempeh kasian ntar does not sell."

The man smiled at Alea's words. He went back to chocolate the banana to sambal matah as a complement. Honestly, every bite of a banana, it felt like he was back in time that he could never forget.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Aunty Lele ...."

The screams of a child caught Rahman and Alea's attention. Rahman was stunned to see the figure that came with the little boy, as well as the figure, he froze in his place as his pair of eyes collided with the man.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Tifa ... his call is not suitable for aunty, there is no moustache, the time is called aunty catfish." Alea protest.

"Eh there's camp! I'm going there!" Tifa ran towards the small tent that was prepared for her.

For Rahman and Zella. Both of them were still drowned by their gazes, it felt like many things were swirling around them.

"Good thing you came Zel, I'm starting to stand here."

Alea's words have not made Zella aware. This certainly made Alea look at the two with a suspicious look.