Waiting for First Love to Return
Child's World

Leaving the children and their. Now I enter a wider room. Kitchen as well as dining room. Pretty clean, though not exactly neat. Maybe that's how you have so many kids, right? Must be extra patient in dealing with a messy home.

"I'm sorry, mbk. House's falling apart. It must be much different from the tidy house of Tasya." Asking for disclosure on the state of his home.

"Yes, not dad mom. His name is also many children. " I answer understand. Although inwardly still giving a judgment on every room I entered.

"I'm so mbk. Prefer to save energy to hold back anger rather than always clean but the child is scolded continuously. The cleaner is just one lo, which is more and more. Lose me. " She said with laughter, Take over the food I brought, and move it to hers. Because I have not provided a box of cookies for sale, anyways that order the side of the house, use a large jar later also returned. Hehe

"Yes, the important thing is happy children, ma'am." I said chimed. I am still very public about the world of parenting. As far as I know the world of children is the world of play, always want to play and be happy. I don't like that anything disturbs his favorite. Yeah, that's all I know.

"Being happy is the main thing. But when he heard Adzan Asar, cleaned all the toys later. I live nyapu aja, sometimes also mas want nyapu. Well that's how they are, the important thing is to know when to clean up, and the responsibility." It was clearly Mila who was still moving food.

I looked back at that still super room. Even from where I sit, I only see some of it. Could it be that I will too? But I don't think I can have many children at such close range. I'm not a patient. I'm imagining my future later. Can I be patient with this mess? Holding back emotions when just finished some, some are rattling again. Ah, it must be heavy.

"It's really delicious lo mbk. The taste of the fish, the flavor is also felt. The sauce is also super spicy, sour, sweet. The combination can be so. " Peloteh mbk Mila tasted my pempek. But I still love to see the most different room.

Allahuakbar Allahuakbar

Adzan asar. Just say Mbk Mila. The four children rushed to clean the playroom, guided by the brother to clean all the toys. Put in a large box of toys, fold the sheets, stack the folding mattress that was already thin. Even the little guy ran around collecting his toys that were scattered to fill the room. Collecting colorful balls scattered.

"Sweet kids." I watched the children's behavior.

"Why mbk? Do you want to have children, right?" Temptation mbk Mila who saw me pay attention to the fun of children. Even to forget the presence of the host beside me. The cake I brought was empty.

"Ah, what the hell mother." I said unwell, with an awkward smile attached. I'm confused as to what to answer. Do I want to have a child with Reyhan right away?

"Where? There's been a sign yet?" Getting more tempting, with eyebrows raised down.

"Not yet, ma'am. Not even a month married either." Answer shy.

Not even a month of marriage. And all went well, as to where the household in general. You could even say the dream family is not too much drama. Although it does not match the reality in my heart that still often remember others. Can I hope forever it will be this good? I keep enough of my race, enough I know. I hope Arfan really won't come to ruin my life again.

"Yes, yeah. Who knows, but not yet aware. What matters is continued effort." Said encouraging. I was ashamed to hear it myself. There hasn't been a discussion about the child between me and Reyhan.

"Yes, ma'am." Take the safe path. I don't want to be asked any deeper. "Where's mom? Yummy?" Diverting to food.

"Mantab. I will help promote my friends later. Who knows if there is interest. Recommended for these events." Vigorously.

It's nice to have such a good neighbor. Want to help the new business we pioneered. Help promotion. "A lot of people don't pay, ma'am?" Ask pleasantries. But I guess not too much, seen from the room prepared for njai. But why is the meal message so much?

"A lot of nggk, mbk. If there were all at most only twenty people. Some of them have permission. But yes the names of all the mothers who come, and on average bring small children, so provide more food." It seems to understand my direction.

"Owh, is that it?"

"Yes, that's it. Mbk Tasya if you want to find a njai group can be , later sought. If Reyhan's with his group of abu kiddies too." His advice.

"Yes, I'll think about it again ma'am."

"I'm just suggesting mbk, not to demean the understanding of mbk. But his name teaches you to remind each other, reprimand if wrong. One group is like a brother. Help each other if there is trouble or stricken by disaster. Most of us understand the commands and prohibitions that apply, but more often forget and ignore. Through teaching we can race in kindness, reminding each other to do good." Clearly Mbk Mila promotion without the intention of patronizing.

"Let me discuss with my husband first, ma'am." My reasons. Shouldn't everything be discussed with a partner?

"Kalo Reyhan mah, guaranteed to agree mbk." Sure as if this person. I think I know my husband very well. But if you are sure to understand the ideology, right?

"Yes." Yeah." I'm not feeling this good. No word to answer. "Yes, I'm saying yes, ma'am." When I heard that some motorcycles had come. Indeed the show is b'da asar.

"Yes, please. Thanks for the mbk." He said as he took some money from the top of the refrigerator, and gave it to me to pay.

"I'm also grateful, Mom. Thanks for being my first customer." I said glad to receive my first payment. Not much, but enough to make me happy.

"Name of neighbor. Uh, divide the number first dong. Who knows if someone will order, let it be good. " Grabbed his pocket and handed his phone to me.

"Okey." Type a number on his phone that many stamp banting there, aka cracks. Maybe often for children. Though when viewed from the shape and brand, this price is quite expensive lo. Too bad huh? Is that the effect of having a lot of children?

"Waiting for the good news mbk. If you generate a lot of customers, then for the commission deh." I offered.

"Oh, that's all. Make the spirit of looking for customers if there is a commission." His answer was cheerful followed by laughter. I laughed in response.

"Yes, I said ma'am. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

I got out without being ushered in. Passing through the room where the children played earlier was clean bin tidy. The sound of the children had moved an invisible room from where I passed by, with the sound of a simple cry, and the gurgling of water. Maybe I'm taking a shower.

Justright. In front of the house there were four mothers, and there were six children. It's true, average on bringing a child. Some even carry more than one of these.

"Let's mom." I saw those mothers.

"Yes. Who yeah? How did you just see?" Ask one of them and hold out a handshake.

"I'm Tasya. Neighbor Mbk Mila." My reply.

I finally stopped for a moment to get acquainted with everyone. Until the house came to greet his guests.

"Have you known? This is Tasya, Reyhan's wife." Mbk Mila introduced.

"Owh, Reyhan's wife?" The fourth compact of the mothers.

Like my husband. Many know.

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