Waiting for First Love to Return
Visiting an Obstetrician

"I told Mr. Rudi this morning to offer his wife a hand here." Reyhan said before leaving for work. The bagged cake was also ready for her to carry.

When was this morning? Isn't it still morning? Maybe when I met the dawn prayer mosque earlier.

"Certainly?When did I meet Mr Rudi?" Tanyaku. Mr. Rudi who Reyhan meant was the husband of Nita. A young mother not far from home.

"So early in the morning, dawn met in the mosque." That's right my guess.

"Keep his wife?"

I agree that Nita helped me. Besides she's the most calm among the young mothers in this area. He seems not to be a neko-neko person, nor is he a fan of gossip. Judging from his home, he looked an avid person.

"Now he sms , can. After her son could just come here. He also likes to cook, she said. So it's nice to be invited to cooperate when it comes to cooking." Reyhan walked out of the house.

Nita has a five-year-old son. And now his son has a kindergarten school in this area. It's not far from home. So understand if he early in the morning take care of the child first before agreeing to work. Children remain a top priority. That's not. The important thing is that there is someone who helps send orders to customers. Because today the buyer is on spoiled. On average, choose delivery, it does not matter to add a little cost as long as the order comes to the front of the house. So I also have to follow the current trend if I want to move forward. After all, buyers are willing to add a little cost to the fare. So I have nothing to lose either.

"Yes, that's it." I'll take my husband to the yard. "How about adding another member?" When I remember there was one of the neighbors who volunteered during my initial visit yesterday.

"Whatever. What matters is matching the income. I'll go first." Shaking hands, I kissed her hand briefly, and she kissed me on the face. He now goes to work not only kissing the forehead, but also the right and left cheeks, sometimes even stealing kisses on my lips. I'm actually embarrassed, and I want to protest because he did it in front of the house. But let it be, at home alone also with her own husband.

"Yes. Careful." My message waved. Reyhan has been riding his favorite motorcycle.

"Don't forget ten o'clock I'll pick you up. Get ready, yeah." The message before launching his big black motorcycle.

I went in again and continued my work. Mommy is already in the kitchen separating fish from the duration, to make pempek order mothers for the event arisan. Today there are also five cake orders, two for children's birthdays, two more for teenagers. And another one for a family event. There are also some orders for ordinary meals that do not demand to be determined the delivery hours, as well as the decoration. What matters today is arriving.

That's right Reyhan said. Before long she left Nita came home with Amel. Amel is a high school graduate village girl who has no chance to continue college because of cost constraints. He is quite adept and agile in doing many things. And, quite chatty too. He is famous for being very sociable.

Ah, there are already these two. Cannot add any more members. That's not.

"Thank you, help me out." I told them to go into the kitchen.

"Yes mbk. What's the harm anyway? Than to be angry at home." Replied Nita who seemed interested and happy following me. It seems true that he is also a lover of cooking, so it looks happy when entering the kitchen.

"Learning mbk business. Who knows tomorrow can open by yourself." This is Amel's young answer. He still has great hopes for his future.

"Sip is that. Who knows if you'll get a chance to open a big cake shop."

"Amenas. Doain mbk's." Answer them in unison.

"Amenas. I want times too." I also spoke with laughter.

"There's a new partner? This must be rame ." Mother's voice that still exists in the kitchen. We just laughed in response.

"Yes bun. I'm not too tired of bun. Who knows if we add members, add orders that come."

"Amenas. "

"Who do you two make cakes?" Looking back at Amel and Nita. Surely we need for the task, right let it be faster to finish all the work?

"I don't have complete tools at home mbk. I never practiced making cakes. But like to read cooking tips, also often watch the cooking show that ditivi. " Answer Nita.

"I've never been mbk. I'm in between, or go shopping ain'thin." This is the answer of Amel who may not be accustomed to working in the kitchen. Likes to get errands of sightseeing and wandering. That was his hobby. Quickly when it comes to getting out of the house with a motorbike.

"That's you." Nita's elbow on Amel next to her. I just laughed seeing her.

"That bill. We make together. Amel must also learn to make, not just inter-intermediate. If it is not yet what to deliver? All materials are still complete." My interduction was to get the ingredients out of the refrigerator, as well as the flour, sugar and eggs from the table I just bought. Vegetables are also needed.

"The fish is ready." Mommy poured the fish that had been taken care of earlier, and now it has become a grind fish.

We worked four. But Mommy is only light work.

At ten o'clock Reyhan came home. Most orders are ready to go. Stay boiled pempek before frying, also make the sauce. This order is still needed later in the afternoon. So a little relaxed.

"Not ready yet?" Protest Reyhan who saw me still struggling in the kitchen, with the body of the straw hit by flour, also the smell of fishy eggs. The name of the material is held, although not the intention of sticking it on the shirt, the smell is still a tacky.

"Yes Ay. It's a shower. Wait a minute, Ay. I'm staying with papa ya friends."leave the others who are still busy.

"Where are you going?" Nita asked who was confused to see me leave. But continue the direction I gave.

"You go away. "run in the bathroom to take a shower. I took a shower this morning, but it stinks again.

After saying goodbye to the three women in my kitchen. I went with Reyhan.

"I don't want to ride a big bike, Ay." I said when I saw Reyhan was approaching his favorite ninja bike.

"That'll be put on by Amel to send orders." My protest was again when Reyhan approached the matic motor I recently bought for transportation.

"Keep up what ? a car?" His words sound lazy. Lazy to take out a car that has not been out of the garage for days. But I nodded in agreement. I'm more comfortable riding in the car if I travel far. Ride the most motorbike if you send an order not far from home. Despite being lazy, Reyhan still obeyed my will.

Throughout the journey we were silent. It's not because they're marahan or they don't have a conversation. It's just being engrossed in his own thoughts. Reyhan who occasionally received phone calls, and was busy answering this and that. I don't want to interrupt nor do I need an explanation to know. Because of all the talk about work. I don't intend to interfere.

"Until. That's where I go to school." Reyhan parked the car in front of the clinic quite large, and pointed to the building that only saw the roof from here. The building he said was the school he was working for.

"Curl down." Get out of the car, and command me down without any intention of opening the door for me.

It turns out the queue is quite a lot, although not to snaking long. We took the number and waited. Reyhan takes care, I just sit there waiting for my name to be called.

After nearly an hour of waiting, it was my name's turn to be called. Reyhan and I entered the doctor's office.

There sat a beautiful doctor smiling kindly at us. From his face he looks young. Maybe younger than me.

"Sir Reyhan huh? How are you doing? What are you doing to come here? " Who the beautiful doctor sounded very familiar to my husband. It even seemed happy to see Reyhan coming. Which made me stare alternately at the doctor and Reyhan suspiciously.

" Thank God the news of Bain. We're coming to check, ma'am." Why call her mom? Not that doctor? Are they really familiar? But if you are familiar why mom? Not another name or a name?

"OKAY. This is his wife, right? Want to check or do you want this program?" Very friendly voice, but I do not like their familiarity.

I'll check, why don't I get asked? huffff. Cobalt.

"Yes, I'm his wife. Check it out." I replied firmly with great emphasis. Grab Reyhan's hand and hold it. Beware of other women who seem to familiarize themselves with my husband. Don't-don't this?

Seriate

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