
That afternoon the atmosphere of a typical Sundanese restaurant in a small town looks quite crowded. Of the many visitors, more teenagers or young people who dominate. They arrive during leisure hours such as school hours until the afternoon.
Although there was a small child there, but the father of the child was not disturbed at all in providing services to the buyers. The little boy actually seems happy to be in that place because whatever he wants is always fulfilled by the father as long as the request of the child is still in a reasonable stage.
Sandi was also quite happy with the little boy there, the man was more excited in providing service. It was as if Reyhan's arrival added a new spirit to the man. Even the spirit that arises in Sandi, contagious to two friends of Sandi who stand on the right and left side.
The four employees who work at the restaurant also do not look troubled by the presence of small children there. They even willingly took turns to keep watch or invite the little boy to play in the city park. Reyhan is more happy if he is already in a place that has his favorite game.
On the afternoon, Sandi was surprised by the arrival of two women of different ages at her place of business. Although the faces of the two women did not show a friendly face, Sandi as the party who was being blamed was only quite resigned to being patient with the two women.
"Bu Farida, Arimbi, come in, Mom," exclaimed Sandi from the kitchen. It seems disrespectful indeed, but Sandi was forced to do so because she currently could not leave the burning stove just like that. Because at the same time, Sandi was concocting a customer's order, so she did not have time to approach the two women.
The eyes of Bu Farida and Arimbi went around the restaurant and the two women were quite surprised because they did not find the boy who was there. Sandi once finished processing the customer's order, immediately stepped up to two women who were still standing in front of the restaurant.
"Reyhan's nyari mother? Reyhannya was sleeping in the room, Mom," said Sandi. Without waiting for the two women to ask, Sandi was quite understanding with how the two women had Sandi noticed.
"Is Reyhan not fussy?" ask Ms. Farida. Although a little ketus, the attitude of the woman was not as good as this morning when slapping Sandi.
"He was a snooze from earlier. Even after eating, the child immediately went to sleep," explained Sandi still behaving normally. "Same mother Arimbi better sit down first, while waiting for Reyhan to wake up."
Inevitably the two women obey Sandi's request. They couldn't possibly force Reyhan to wake up. However, they are angry at Sandi, but they are also quite happy that Reyhan was treated well by his father.
"What do you and Arimbi want to eat? Let me make it?" tawar Sandi as soon as the two women sat on one of the chairs that were there.
"But Reyhan is sleeping, ma'am. While waiting for Reyhan to wake up, better Mom and Arimbi I make something huh?"
"It's up to you, though," Ms Farida's reply was enough to make Sandi happy. The man then returned to the kitchen to mix the menu he would serve for the two women.
"It looks like Reyhan is very comfortable playing here, Mbi," said Bu Farida moments later after Sandi left them. "If he falls asleep here, then the boy is happy to be close to his father."
"Well, I'm surprised too, Mom. That's why I was not good when Mas Mulyadi came to pick up Reyhan, uh, the child was even repulsive," Arimbi replied while changing seats to face the street.
"Did Mulyadi look angry?" ask Ms. farida.
"It seems angry, Mom. But yeah, that's better, Mom. I don't want Reyhan to be hanging by the guy" Arimbi said, getting a nod from the woman sitting next to him.
"What are your plans for Mulyadi? Are you going to accept her intention to marry you?"
Arimbi raised his two shoulders. "I don't know, Mom. It seems I can't have a relationship with him. Mas Mul's mother isn't happy with me either."
Just now that Arimbi ended his words, the woman that Arimbi just told me about instead came in the same place as Arimbi.
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