Waiting for First Love to Return
Mila Family

The sun has risen, giving warmth to the inhabitants of the earth. Encourage to live the day. Carry on daily activities that keep repeating. But I choose to add new activities to my daily list. That's making food.

After preparing the first merchandise entrusted to school. Also done with the homework that was always there. now I started to make orders mbk Mila. With Mother who is always loyal to accompany and help me, of course. Tell stories and talk so as not to get bored. Discussing what is important is not talking about people's ugliness. Jump around the discussion at will.

"Mother if tired of taking a break first. Just this one more moment." My advice to see Mommy from morning has helped me. Lagian just make a pempek sauce. All are already fried before the afternoon transfer.

Adhan dzuhur is still an hour away. But thank God it didn't feel like everything was done. Not tired if you do something as you please.

"Yes already. Mother rest first. Pegel also sat down." Arrive and return to the room to rest before the time comes to pray.

"Rest is Bun. Tasya also wants to rest." I said who was waiting for the vinegar to boil.

I'll take a break after it's over. Lying on a thick carpet in front of the tivi. All the average views are the same. Drama show for property, throne, and women. The average news that is broadcast every day is the same. About the country's economy that is chaotic because of the outbreak that is circulating, criminal acts in the community, also middlemen who like to play the price, endless mourning news. I'm lazy to watch all that. It's not that there's no empathy or sympathy, it's just that I don't have the authority to take care of all that. Choosing a cooking event channel hosted by a famous chef. It's more fun. Treating the pain that the body feels.

Looking at a favorite show. Beti entered the house with a cheerful hum. Without a greeting or greetings passed me just like that. I said no, but I care.

While Rasya's voice was talking to himself out there. Not because of crazy huh, maybe the interlocutor is in a flat object held by him.

"Where are you going?" Kepo also turned out to be me. Can't bear to not ask around to see Beti dragging a mini suitcase out of her room. With a radiant face, it looked very happy.

"Vacation dong." Arrogant answer. In a bragging style.

"Owh." That's my only reply. Not interested in talking more. And chose to refocus on the big screen in front of me.

"Holiday. Rich people. That there? Don't go on vacation, honeymoon isn't." He said again with contempt. I frowned in wonder at Beti's words.

"Wait for the play date. I'm also going on vacation to the most romantic place in the world." My answer is no less. I don't have the slightest intention for a vacation or a honeymoon, or whatever it's called. Pout by advancing the lower lip.

"Prove it!" He shouted and walked away.

A honeymoon? I used to have a dream to enjoy the beginning of marriage in a place far from the distractions of the people around. Spend time with a couple. Create sweet memories in romantic places. Capture in photos and become a story that will not get tired of discussing it.

But the dream evaporated. Missing brought the man who left brought my whole sweet dream of harmonious relationships. Eliminate all dreams of romantic scenes like the one I've seen on a glass screen.

"Eh. How was it for him? I'm done with it." I realized when I saw Tivi again, it was done.

"Just because Beti reminds honeymoon, right." My gut was disappointed that I didn't attend the show I saw. She even dreamed of a honeymoon with her ex. My husband is more than perfect to be a couple. Although not romantic, in fact never take a vacation, what else is a honeymoon. But he's not losing well.

Turn off the television when there are no more interesting shows for me. Change the look of the phone. Surfing in the virtual world that I rarely stop by. Just scroll through people's stories, without taking part in posting or writing something. From one app to another, keep looking only at the booming hot issue. Do not want to share a hot issue, nor just interest in comments.

After enough rest, also already dzuhur and lunch now continue to finish the order. Simply fry the donuts first, continue fry risoles and pempek. Once the doughnuts are cold, continue to give an interesting topping.

Before this time the show began I drove to the neighbor's place next to the house. Because he ordered.

"Assalamualaik." Salamku in front of the house. Today there are no friends mothers hanging out in front of the house. Maybe because Mbk Mila is busy preparing a house for a study.

"Waalaikum salam. Uh, um Tasya, get in. Mbk." Open the door wider and let me in.

I entered with both hands still full. These mothers don't want to help me what? I just grumbled in my heart, and kept going after Mila.

Entering the living room is neat. Or is it always neat? I don't know. The next room is empty without furniture, there is only a hairy carpet that is held. Maybe this is the place to teach.

Not many members of his studies, huh? I thought seeing only one room prepared to receive guests.

The next room again had a tivi sound lit up. And, Subhanallah. This is a pretty amazing room. Tivi lit up, and there was a thin foam mattress in front of him, with sheets that were out of place, as well as toys strewn everywhere, two girls who are about under five years old are playing the market with Barbie and the houses. One older boy was reading a book while lying on a bed, a book I knew at first glance was a comic book. While the boy who is around the age of seven years is drawing with a colored pencil that is scattered.

I was a little surprised to see the room collapsing, unlike other neat rooms. Understand that I'm not used to being at home with small children. I have a nephew who is not familiar with me.

"Here, mbk. Sorry, but the house is a mess. Understandably have a small child, this is how mbk." Said mbk Mila who saw me watching the room occupied by the children. I wish I understood her situation.

"Yes, Mom. Is that all mom's kids?" Manya make sure. The children who were not too far away, could it be his own son? How troublesome if it were.

"Yes, mbk. It was the smallest name Hana, only two years old, her brother Bela was four years old. While the picture was seven years old first grade SD, his name was Fatih. Her fourth-grader is called Ammar. It's still Fahri the first kid hasn't come home tutoring, it's his sixth grade." It is clear that Mila who amazes me and is shocked.