TOAST
* Slice 292, Trouble again

Everyone lives their lives with their stories. Mak Imah also more intensely confided to Dafi. It was really the moment Dafi was sent to Bali and had asked for Mak Imah's address to stay in order to visit his home.

When there was an opportunity after work, in the afternoon Dafi borrowed a motorcycle belonging to his friend to the residence of Mak Imah and Pak Bintang. Mak Imah does not know if Dafi will be there, Dafi also does not promise time for Mak Imah to wait.

The exterior of the house is very minimalist but modern. Maybe because they were alone, so they decided not to have a big house. Located in a complex that is not too dense house. After all, if children and grandchildren visit Bali, they will definitely rent a villa owned by Pak Bintang partners for all holidays together.

Not long ago Dafi knocked on the door of the house but there was no answer, finally Dafi called Mak Imah. About five minutes later the door was opened the same Mr. Star.

"Assalamualaikum Pak" said Dafi while kissing Mr. Bintang's hand.

"Girishavisalam .. Mas Dafi .. Let's go in, Faith again in the bathroom. Qeena ain't coming?" answer Mr. Star.

"Ga sir, I came" replied Dafi.

Both went into the house. Pretty neat and clean. Mr. Bintang took out a drink for Dafi and placed it on the living room table.

"Balinese Arak .. make a cold ngusir" bargained Pak Bintang.

"I'm sorry sir. I don't drink" replied Dafi.

"A little bit intoxicating, after all this is legal" explained Mr. Bintang.

One of the villages in Bali that produces wine is Les Village in Buleleng, North Bali. This Balinese wine has an alcohol content of about 30 - 50%.

"What purposely vacation here?" ask the stale stars.

"Dinas sir, if the holidays must be a family .. happens to now have parents here, so all parents nengokin. I'm sorry sir if I don't bring anything for souvenirs, but I'd like to have dinner after Maghrib prayer" invite Dafi.

"Can ... later we eat rice tempong typical of Banyuwangi aja, you must be a bit bothered here eat it, many are not halal and doubtful. This is the original Banyuwangi people and Muslims, so it is safer" explained Mr. Bintang.

"As for the Father who chose it, I was a manut" said Dafi.

Mak Imah came out, her hair covered with a towel. Dafi kissed his hand. A bit of care Mak Imah.

Mak Imah hugged Dafi while crying.

"Your meeting is even sad" ledek Pak Bintang.

"Haru aja Mas.had not met in a month" Mak Imah replied lying.

"It used to be decades do not know the son-in-law where there is no problem" said Mr. Bintang.

"Udah entered Maghrib .. we pray first yes, later dinner together. I ride the bike, Mr and Mak Imah whatever it takes to ride, but I did not stop here again yes, yes, go straight back to the hotel because tomorrow morning it has to work and the afternoon has to go back to Jakarta" said Dafi.

"Cock play for a second, Mommy?" ask Mak Imah.

"Yes Mak . - just two days. Sorry if I can't see my mother for long. Later if there is time again, Mas bring Qeena here to meet Mother" promised Dafi.

"Yes ... Mak wait loh" said Mak Imah.

The three of them ate while chatting while chatting, Dafi noticed a lot of body language that Mak Imah gave while chatting. It looks very Mak Imah driven the same Mr. Bintang.

"You found the rich, did you Fi? so rich dad, different kind of high. The face is very similar" said Mr. Bintang.

"Yes, sir, from marriage until now it has gone up six kilograms, until I again pull out this uniform again because the old one starts to smell the ingredients .. hahaha" joked Dafi.

"Material clothes yes wronged .. means fit tuh milknya .. see Mr aja fatan" said Pak Bintang.

"Ga go back to Jakarta, sir?" ask Dafi.

"For the project here, so yes here first until finished. Fortunately there are now friends, so it is not lonely" replied Pak Bintang flirtatious poke Mak Imah.

"Ga the same problem families in Jakarta?" ask Dafi.

"Yes already old in Jakarta, it can not shake . hahhaha" said Pak Bintang without burden.

"There is a plan to have a momongan Pak same Mak Imah?" ask Dafi again.

"Ga is .. You only have children, if at the age we do not think of children, as long as happy alone" said Mr. Bintang.

"Of course we are very happy" said Mr. Bintang.

"Alhamdulillah, I heard it" Dafi replied with a smile.

They continued their dinner.

"Pak .. can I take Mak Imah to Jakarta first, meet Qeena and her family there?" ask Dafi.

"The world upside down dong, everywhere the child who goes to his parents' house, not the parents who come to his son's place" replied Pak Bintang.

"Since the wedding Mak Imah has not come home to visit parents and family, there happened to be me, so there along to Jakarta. Inshaa Allah I intervened to Pak's destination, surely he missed the same in Jakarta" said Dafi negotiate.

"The wife is everywhere to follow the husband, the husband is left alone, you also certainly do not want to dong have to separate stay with the wife" said Mr. Bintang.

"Since I married, yes a lot of gaunnya, I will move around the task and Qeena rarely can stay with me because it has a busy life also in Jakarta. The important thing is that we have a routine meeting schedule and trust each other" explained Dafi.

"Ga good is far from rich, later who takes care of us the husbands. Time has a wife already rich bachelor, pantes aja ya you married already a year has not been given momongan, what less mighty times you" said Pak Bintang rada ngeledek.

"The child will take care of sir, yes maybe it is not time we were given the deposit. There are many tasks that have not been completed well. One of them being a good child for parents. God still sees us being good children before being given the trust of children" replied Dafi rada keki a little.

"So the man did not need to be very bucin Fi, surely Qeena who did not want to have children because the sale was selling again in demand, plus had a good face and body, plus had a good face and body, surely do not want dong damaged his body goals for cradling if pregnant" joked Pak Bintang who is not at all funny.

"Pak .. if the reason for business is advanced, without him doing business, just lying down, he can really live well. Don't take care of the house because I can pay people to take care of the house, want to shopping also stay shopping aja, I can pay people to take care of the house, or want to picnic so that social media is full of the same photos of him in a place that okay can. But she chose to be an independent woman, not just the money she was looking for, but how she could help those around her who needed a job, plus she was the one who was always willing to upgrade herself. With his business now, he became more tech-savvy, more able to communicate with people with various backgrounds, his cooking science was added because he studied to the experts. Wife is husband's partner, she's not a worker for us. Indeed the paradise is in our hands, but do not forget that his prayer can shake the heavens of God. If the wife is sincere and sincere about our steps, that is where the blessing of the husband exists. I was just an ordinary employee, but God cut me out of other businesses. In fact, you could say, my total income for a month was already equal to Qeena's income in the same month" arrogant Dafi.

"Bucin really Fi" said Mr. Bintang.

"We are men sir .. try you think .. which man is not as washed as a Qeena?" ask Dafi.

"Yes too, it is very beautiful, the body is good, he said also regularly, smart cooking . certainly okay also for bedmates" said Pak Bintang.

"Well, yeah .. Now I ask, what is Mr ga bucin to Mak Imah? sampe Mak Imah can't go to Jakarta with me" asked Dafi.

"Awh .. What is bucin? it is not in the dictionary of a Star. hahaha.

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Qeena was still busy struggling in the kitchen of her home alone, Bu Fia who faded every Dafi again served out of town, had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. Indeed, this sofa is large and soft, making people who lean must fall asleep.

Qeena still roasted the order of the bread, an order from her co-worker Dafi. At seven in the morning the plan for two hundred pieces of bread will be taken directly by the order.

"Why doesn't it feel good? what is this ., Allah, may all be well" said Qeena.

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The next afternoon, Dafi and one of his colleagues arrived at Ngurah Rai Airport. The flight was still four hours away, they deliberately came faster because it was directly from the perimeter of the survey and its place near the airport, so no need to go back and forth to the hotel and then to the airport.

They were enjoying a relaxing time at a Coffe Shop. HP Dafi reads, from Mak Imah. Dafi mentioned that he was at a Coffe Shop. Mak Imah immediately headed to where Dafi meant.

"Loh Mak what's up with all the bags, Mak where are you going?" dafi asked confusedly.

"Just Mas .. bring Mom back to Jakarta, Mom doesn't want to be here" said Mak Imah in tears.

Dafi understood the same meaning Mak Imah, he immediately looked for tickets online on the same flight as himself, so he could directly transfer and go to the airline in question. His friend Dafi took the initiative to change his stool, so Mak Imah could sit next to Dafi.

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On the plane, Dafi listened to Mak Imah tell him about his household.

"So last night you had a great fight?" tanya Dafi assured her hearing.

"Yes .. Mas Bintang suspects Emak ngadu to you, Mother tortured Mas" Mak Imah shoot while whispering.

"So now you're running away?" ask Dafi.

"Yes .. anyway Mother asked for help with you, protect Mom. I do not want to anymore nerusin this marriage" replied Mak Imah memelas.

"Emak calm down first yes, we try to find a good way out" said Dafi trying to calm down.