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* Slice 139, Back to normal

Mak Nuha has been allowed to go home, Dafi drove to the shophouse owned by Mr. Shaka. After making sure Mak Nuha rested in his room. Dafi said to go back to his father's house because this afternoon he had to go to the airport to return to Jambi.

"Go back first yes, take care of yourself, if there is anything, do not hesitate to make a phone Mas. But the rich next month Mas there is a schedule to Semarang, if Mas can stop by Jakarta later Mas tell you" Dafi hoped while getting off the stairs.

"Yes" replied Qeena.

"We need to communicate every day. We live everything first, if you feel unhappy, tell Mas" continued Dafi.

Qeena drove up to the shophouse parking lot and Dafi got into his car.

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When he got home, Dafi met his parents who were compact today on leave.

"No, I'm not talking to you if Nuha is treated anyway Mas" said Mr. Dzul.

"Well, come home to Yah today" replied Dafi.

"Now have they returned to their homes?" said Bu Fia.

"Yes .. he wants Mas bring it here, the house is already so tuh, but it is still not terapihin terapin. Newly filled bedroom set for the guest room doang, others are still empty to jump" said Dafi.

"Iirapihin lah Mas .. the contents of the house are a little bit" suggested Mr. Dzul.

"Mas tuh emang deliberately Yah has not filled the furniture of the house because it wants later a wife who set it. Yes because impromptu rich gini, just wait how later" said Dafi.

Dawn has left Koas again, Rian is in therapy and Izma is in college.

"Well, who paid for Nuha's treatment at the hospital? nothing is unlucky yet Mas. In part why it should be treated all, in the past it was also fine" said Bu Fia while patting Dafi's shoulder sitting next to him.

"The name of the sick person can not be predicted Bun .. now look healthy but a few days later became sick. Again if the typhoid pain needs to be monitored eating, the medicine must also be appropriate .. so it is better to be treated, only four days really, it is also in the third grade, not much cost" explained Dafi.

"Kok you entered the third grade anyway Mas?" protest Mr. Dzul.

"Qeena and Mak Nuha who asked for it" replied Dafi.

"That's a good time too, it costs the hospital cheap!!!" oceh Bu Fia's.

"What the hell is Bun.... Mas again check the email first yes, so do not bother to say so by the way" said Dafi who did not like to hear his mother nyinyir.

"You gave Qeena money?" ask Bu Fia kepo.

"Where is Bun? She is Mas's wife, even so the problem if Mas ga give her money" replied Dafi still seriously see his laptop.

"But don't want to be highlighted Mas. she also benefits the opportunity to be Mas's wife. Yes like father like daughter right" said Bu Fia.

Dafi turned off his laptop and put it on the table. He faces his mother.

"Bun... Why did he have to endure the deeds of his Father? it has nothing to do with it, right? A little Mas discuss for Mother, maybe this part Mother forgets, when a man pronounces kabul ijab, then there are obligations that must be carried out, one of which is living. Worship for the wife is of three kinds. There is a family living, meaning a husband gives a living with the purpose of being used for his family such as providing a decent place to live, clothes that cover the aurat and sufficient food needs. There is also the name of the inner bread, Mommy understands what kind of living is, there is no need to Mas explained. And lastly it's a living for a private wife, maybe she wants to buy powder or lipstick to please herself right? Mas sure Dad gave it all to Mother, even though Mother also has her own income. Now it's his fault where would Dafi try to give Qeena that living?" dafi said seriously.

"okay ...Mommy understands, but the inner living does not matter, Mother does not want to have a rich ghost, let alone have offspring from him. Think dong if his father is just a former driver" said Bu Fia.

"Like it, don't want it... Qeena has become the mother's daughter-in-law at this time, do not forget if Mas had married her, in front of Mommy again" said Dafi.

"Don't tell me you're in love with her" Ms. Fia said.

"We talked about living, not love. Now Mas asked, if Mas want to legalize marriage how? Mommy wants to get angry and throw Mas from the family lineage?" ask Dafi carefully.

"Eh just married two weeks already dare to fight Mother. Open my eyes, lest Mas has been given the same general he let recite all that he said. Mas kaya need to be in ruqyah deh" proposed Bu Fia.

"Dad... Mother.. all this time Mas tried to solve Mas's own problem. But this time, Mas will ask the opinion of the same father Mother. As a state servant, there must be laws that regulate the life of Mas, one of which is marriage. The office already knows that Mas is now religiously married with Qeena. Emang Mas has never asked for his data Qeena to take care of the marriage license at the office. Now if Mas split up, what reason would Mas take to the office? Marriage because of khilaf, forced marriage or wet stuttering? Even defaming the name itself. Now that Mas can finally think long, legalizing marriage will certainly be a torture for Mother in the future. Mas dear same Mother. But never Mother thought the problem that again face tuh tuh difficult. Why can't you give a little peace of mind so that Mas has the spirit to do it all" said Dafi.

Mr. Dzul and Bu Fia were silent, they still thought the best way. Somewhat difficult indeed, considering Dafi a state servant, maybe if he works privately will not drag this

Bu Fia's rejection of Qeena was also blatantly Bu Fia echoed. Mr. Dzul understands that Dafi will not clash these two women in the future.

"We discuss if we are both calm, Mas. Now I want to go home to Jambi?" middle Mr. Dzul.

"Yes Dad." said Dafi as he tidied up his bag.

Mr. Dzul looked at his eldest son from the side with great pity and pride.

"Father know you are tired Mas .. but I believe you are strong" said Mr. Dzul in his heart.

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Mr. Shaka was also there with Iqbal, visiting Mak Nuha.

After Maghrib it was Aa' Zay and Erin's turn to come. The children have been entrusted to Mr. Shaka.

"Mr Noah ... Qeena .. sorry to interrupt her break. But this is an important thing that I have to talk about immediately" open Aa' Zay.

"Why A'?" ask Qeena.

"We don't know it's going to happen like this. Looks like our efforts to build a bakery and bakery must be financed and even canceled. It is not that I do not want to continue cooperation with Mak Nuha and Qeena. But Dafi asked. In any case, he is more entitled to Qeena right" said Aa' Zay.

"You mean Mas Dafi can't allow Qeena to work with Aa' here?" ask Qeena.

"Yes .. earlier Dafi called if he would take you to his new home, next to his parents' house. He will make sure you and Mak Nuha can have a decent life and be safe from the interference of his father Qeena. At least there are many guards" explained Aa' Zay.

"Don't be afraid Qeena .. All the pastry orders that have already entered will still order to you. If you move, you can bring all these cookware" added Erin.

"Aa' thought this was very good for Mom and Qeena going forward. Dafi has also seriously wanted to live the household with you Qeena. It's not easy to be in his position, but he's the type of person who can adapt quickly. So you better be frank with Damar. Nothing needs to be covered up again. You're the same Mak Nuha will be moving out soon. This is a husband's order that you can't bargain with" said Aa' Zay.

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The next day, Qeena was again flooded with orders from Mr. Shaka. So his friend who was sent food yesterday, ordered a sponge tape of thirty lobes, because the equipment in the shophouse was not enough to quickly make that much sponge, finally from dawn, Qeena had been picked up with Damar (he was again in Jakarta, his parents' house) to the house of Mr. Shaka.

Mr. Shaka has an electric oven, yesterday also Qeena has bought an additional baking sheet so that once mingled can for six baking pans at once.

His wife Mr. Shaka used to love baking, you could say the equipment is complete. Some have been taken Erin, but there are still at home, all are still stored neatly, sometimes used also the same Erin if again nginep in the house of Mr. Shaka.

Damar who accompanied Qeena in the kitchen, Mr. Shaka again the arrival of guests, colleagues while still actively working.

"Are you different today?" open Damar while looking at Qeena's serious face.

"How different? the rich were rich yesterday, no make up" asked Qeena in surprise.

"The more beautiful, the aura also comes out. If every time you make a cake with a radiant face rich in gini, Brother must start to be vigilant. If you make bakery, maybe there are buyers who come directly to propose to Mak Nuha. Understandably now the time is a sharp bend without signs first in front of him" said Damar while laughing little.

"Ngaco ah said it" Qeena said with a faint smile.

"Do you know why we can only see a semi-circular rainbow?" ask Damar.

"Yes maybe our eyes can only squirm richly" replied Qeena.

"Not .. because the other half is in your eyes" said Damar.

"Udah pinter ngegombal, how many victims Kak" sedu Qeena.

"You're his first victim .. hahaha .. tau ga Qeena, this is for the first time you don't need to try to be happy. Because with you it happened so. Not only made you the first, but also the only one in Brother's heart. Brother will seriously work to take care of all Papa's business, so we can get married ya Qeena. No need to wait for Brother to graduate college if he is able, right?" damar said seriously even close to where Qeena who was standing watching the baked cake, her lips Qeena could not speak honestly to Damar.

Disappointing Damar meant disappointing his heart as well. It was so wonderful to be able to live with Damar. Many times he thought to be honest, but he could not accept Damar's decision that would definitely leave him.

"Ehem ... ahem .. This is going to make a cake or want a date. Can keep the distance yes, it makes mepet-mepet already rich to queue the sembako" said Mr. Shaka who surprised Damar and Qeena.

"Sorry Mr. Shaka" said Qeena who was shocked.

"It's true if you are both aware of the world dong, this is in the kitchen, especially if you are alone .. It feels like the world belongs to both, so you will not realize what is around him" said Mr. Dzul.

"Would you try the cake, sir? coincidentally, there was the rest of the dough, I printed it in a smaller print" explained Qeena to break his bad taste to Mr. Shaka.

"Can ... same warm fresh tea delicious times yes, it is in the cupboard there is tea, use water dispenser aja gapapa" suggested Mr. Shaka.

"Kalo kaya tea eat use boiling water cooked sir .. different taste" said Qeena.

"Monggo if not troublesome" replied Mr. Shaka.

Qeena made tea for Mr. Shaka, himself and Damar. Then cut the newly lifted sponge from the oven.

"You are standing there Damar.here sit, many benches" said Mr. Shaka reminded.

The smell of sponge cake tape smells like it in Mr. Shaka's kitchen.

"The aroma that has long been not kissed in our house" said Mr. Shaka rada mellow because he remembered his late wife.