The Time
Miss Kak Rama

"Assalamu'alaikum ma, mama how are you?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, good mama. Bad boys never call parents."

"Sorry ma, Rama's been busy lately."

"How are you and Dinda?"

"We are good ma, insyaallah our weekend visit ma."

"Well, Sapphira must be very happy."

"Don't tell me she's ma, you want to surprise the crybaby."

Today is a free day for me, no classes plus monthly guests. Ah meredukanya I can wake up this session.

I set my foot out of the room to the kitchen.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked my mom who was chatting on the phone.

"Rama."

"Sister, you bad brother never called Fira." I really miss my brother Rama. Without warning, I called my mom's phone and stuck it in my ear.

"Sorry bunny, brother is busy."

The crybaby, the rabbit, the marmot, brother Rama really likes to change my nickname. Once asked the answer is a favorite call.

"When do you go home, brother? Fira misses sister."

"But, Brother, there's a patient you're talking to first."

"Assalamu'alaikum Fira?" The phone call there changed.

It was the voice of Dinda brother Rama's wife, mbak Dinda and brother Rama have been in a relationship for a long time, only that Rama's brother just introduced Mbak Dinda when he was going to marry her. It was very sudden to me.

"Wa'alaikumsalam sister-in-law, sister-in-law how are you?" Ask her.

"Good news Fira, how's the school?"

"Current to mbak. It's just less spirit."

"Now that is."

"It's endless mbak Dinda with her husband mbak who nyebelin not here. How long have you tried."

That's how we talked over the phone, joking, joking laugh together.

At first Dinda and I were not so close, as time went on our relationship got closer. Sister Dinda is kind, deft, diligent, and if I see her she loves my sister very much.

"Have son?" Ask my mom.

"It's ma, ma Fira come to the store huh."

"Will not go to college?"

"No, Safira doesn't have classes today."

After a shower and breakfast, my mom and I went to my mom's cake shop.

The cake shop we had was not big, but almost every day there were many visitors. Our shop visitors are from various circles, ranging from children, teenagers, parents. The most mothers. They buy cakes or messages for events, lectures, and socialite mothers gatherings.

Mama has two confidants in her shop, they are also very close to me because almost every week I always visit the store.

"Mama stay behind ya, mbak Sari come with me huh. Let Safira's cashier handle."

"Good Mom."Say mbak Sari one of mama's confidants.

This is what I love, every time I go to the mama's store entrust the cashier to me.

It's still early, but visitors are already bustling in and out of our cake shop.

Trings

The sound of my phone suddenly rang, it was a sign that someone was sending a message. I did not open my phone immediately because there is currently a visitor who is paying for his order.

After feeling lonely, I opened my phone. Not yet had time to read the incoming message, Nana called me, yes video call or vc.

"Assalamu'alaikum Safira, long time very much reply. Come out lazy at home." Say Nana with a pouty face.

"Wa'alaikumsalam can't, I'm busy. Look at this again being the cashier at the mama's shop." My answer.

"Well, I'll go there, wait fifteen minutes for me to arrive."

Unilateral disconnected calls, it has become Nana's habit ma.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged mother and a small child entered the store.

"Oma, I want a donut." Say the little boy.

"Dear, take what you want." The middle-aged woman answered her grandson's request gently.

"Oma, donuts don't have Oma. Hiks hyks hyks." Suddenly the little boy was crying because the donut he wanted was gone.

I approached her because I could not bear to, her tears were already running.

"Hey sweet boy, what's your name?" I asked gently while stroking her long hair.

"Lisa Aunt." The little boy answered with his tears.

"Beautiful kids can't cry dong."

"She's beautiful, Aunt?"

"Lisa's pretty, sweet again. Lisa wants a donut?"

"Yes, but the doughnut's over."

"There's still no, but Lisa has to wait patiently, the doughnut is again made with her mother's aunt."

The middle-aged mother who was none other than her grandmother Lisa smiled seeing the familiarity between Lisa and Sapphira.

I used to love kids so much, kids are adorable and funny to me.

"Son, where's Miss Sarah?"

"Mama's again behind aunt."

"You're Sarah's son, beautiful like your mama."

"Ottest aunt."

After talking to my mom, Lisa's grandmother left by leaving Lisa here. I wonder in my heart too.

After Lisa's grandmother was no longer visible, I approached my mother.

It turns out that Lisa's grandmother is a subscription as well as an old friend of mama's. It has become a routine Lisa goes to this cake shop, Lisa is very comfortable here, in addition to her hobby of eating cake, here there is also a place to play children who are in the corner. Mom says every 12 o'clock Lisa gets picked up by her dad.

Today I spent my time with Lisa, the cashier that Sari took over.

Lisa's funny babble keeps me entertained, while Nana. I don't know he said he wanted to visit here, but after an hour he told me not to come here because invited to go to the mall by Adit's brother. Again I felt jealous of Nana who was very close to her sister.

'Sister Rama I miss' my inner self.

I'm grateful thanks to Lisa, my heart is happy and not sad anymore.

"Auntie is pretty, donuts are so good, aunt isn't eating?"

"Tante is full, for Lisa. Lisa loves donuts."

"End of aunty good doughnut." Say it with a mouth full of donuts.

"Aunty aunt let's get selpi."

"Selpi?"

"Yes aunty, that's aunty photo use hp."

"Dear selfie, not selpi."I said angrily then pinched his right and left cheeks.

Lisa and I took selfies together, a lot of pictures we took.

The hour hand had already shown 12 less, Lisa was getting tired and fell asleep on my lap.

After thirty minutes, a man in a blue shirt walked into the store.

"Would you go get Lisa, huh?" Ask Sari to the man.

After talking to Mbak Sari, the man approached me.

"Lisa wake up, baby." Lisa who was disturbed opened her eyes and

"Papa... Why so long?" It turns out he's Lisa's dad.

"Papa, Lisa was a photo of many of the same aunt pa, Lisa wanted her picture put on papa's phone."

"Okay, baby, but now I'm in a hurry next time."

"Well now papa ."

"This boy is my business card, and then the picture will be sent to that number."

After giving her business card, Lisa and her father went home.

"Tone pretty aunt ."

I waved to Lisa.

'Still young, but I already have a child. Young papa.' I murmured in my heart