Part 26.
Just five minutes ago, I saw the video on Bro Wendy's story. It's impossible for Papa to be back in the office so soon. I ended the phone call immediately. It's useless to keep asking, the next lie will definitely appear.
I will continue to monitor Bro Wendy's story, he will definitely see who is watching his story. Maybe he doesn't feel guilty, so he dares to post stories on social media. But Papa has lied to me. Why don't you just tell me you're somewhere.
I saw Mother was still focused on the paper and pen on the table. If Mother knew that Papa was out with them, it would definitely be noisy again like yesterday.
I approached Mother, because she was so serious that she didn't realize that I was standing behind her back. It turned out that Mother was scribbling while daydreaming.
She wrote a picture of love that was split into two, which means it's a broken heart. Are you disappointed with Papa or something else? I can't guess what's in her heart, it's impossible to ask, just let Mother tell her own story.
"Mom... what time do we get home?"
I approached Mother, because she was too serious that she didn't realize that I was standing behind her back. It turned out that Mother was scribbling while daydreaming.
She wrote a picture of love that was split in
that crossroads.
Even more surprising, the motorcyclist turned around, and stopped in front of this shop. I quickly put a mask on my hand, so the man wouldn't recognize me. Sure enough, that man had been bothering Mother all this time. His presence here was either accidental or accidental.
"Sir, order two servings of egg martabak, okay?" said the man.
"Wait a minute, yes, Mas!" said the seller.
"Non, this order is done!" said the seller, handing over four white boxes.
"Here's the money, sir!" I pay with exact money. Then quickly get into the car.
"Are you done, Zach?" Mother asked.
"Yes, Bund! Come on, let's go home!" I immediately started the car engine and then left the shop.
I saw from the rearview mirror, the man was standing watching my car. It looks like it's about to catch up with us, but the order isn't finished yet.to two, which means it's a broken heart. Are you disappointed with Papa or something else? I can't guess what's in her heart, it's impossible to ask, just let Mother tell her own story.
"What time is our mother coming home?" my voice startled him.
"Eh, Za, just surprise Mom!" she protested.
"Before going home, we stopped to buy martabak paforit Mother," I said comforting him.
"Aihh, you just know, if you want to eat the martabak!" Mother replied with a smile.
"Yes, usually the comforter of people who are upset is eating!" I mocked.
"Haa-haa," Mom laughed as she tossed a ball of paper in my face.
*****
Evening arrived...
Today's sale at the boutique, very good. Because it's the weekend, many customers come to buy robes or syar'i. Mother said that as usual, because customers wear the dress for events to parties or outings.
Mother's face that had been gloomy turned cheerful when she explained that to me. It is true that the term says, by working, life's problems are momentarily forgotten. Moreover, work according to your hobbies or abilities.
"Wow, lots of customers are coming, Bund!" I said excitedly. Mom smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
For fun, I took photos and videos of Mother who was busy serving customers. Then check it out ... check it ... I immediately send the story to the green application with the caption "Soleha's wife fortune."
The first person who saw my story was Mr. Wendy. Seen he was typing, then sent the words, "Amin." I just read it and didn't reply.
Five minutes later that handsome CEO sent a personal story with the caption, "meet a new family, is the most beautiful gift for me."
Hm, what does this mean? There are no more photos and videos that he sends to social media stories.
"Za... get ready, let's go! We'll be home soon!" Mom said excitedly.
"Ciee, who just got a weekend fortune," I mocked.
"What Mother has, everything for you too, Za!" Mother said while ruffling my hair.
"There's one not for, Za!" I said.
"What's that?" Mother asked.
"Mum's heart must be for Papa!" I answered.
"Hmm, let's clean up!" Mother said to change the conversation.
Mother's face changes when I mention Papa. She immediately busied himself by cleaning the table which was still littered with stationery.
******
The atmosphere of the martabak seller seemed crowded. This is known as a favorite snack for the general public. Everyone can order here at an affordable price. I got out of the car and ordered four servings to take home.
"Za... how come there are so many orders of martabak?" Mother asked surprised.
"No problem, Bund! Za wants to eat martabak to his heart's content!" I answered.
"Hee-hee, watch out for fat loo," mocked Mother.
Mother was still waiting in the car, while I was sitting on the bench beside the shop, breathing in the afternoon air. Suddenly I was surprised to see a motorcycle stopped suddenly in front of the shop. My daydream was immediately interrupted because of the driver's actions.
"Eeh, isn't that the motorcycle that the man who made a fuss with Papa yesterday. Isn't it wrong to see this? I see Mother is playing with her cellphone. Luckily, Mother didn't see the motorcyclist.
It seems that there is really no work, almost every day passing in this boutique area. Even though he lives far from here. I kept watching the motorbikes that stopped at that crossroads.
Even more surprising, the motorcyclist turned around, and stopped in front of this shop. I quickly put a mask on my hand, so the man wouldn't recognize me. Sure enough, that man had been bothering Mother all this time. His presence here was either accidental or accidental.
To be continued ....