Siska went home with a joyful heart. Fifi's explanation is quite reasonable for her, who always tries not to think negatively about Andi.
"I originally wanted to go straight home after the business with Andi was over. But, I think I'm bored at home. So play here. Hehe," Fifi explained earlier.
Sounds classic and weird to some but not to Siska. When she got home, she returned to living dull days without working. At the very least, this she should do until the next two weeks. Even earlier, she secretly went to Andi's office.
Elsewhere, Daffa and Fera are indeed silent on each other.
They will only speak when there is a discussion about their children.
"What are we cooking today, ma'am? Let me go shopping in the market now."
Mrs. Ningsih spoke quietly to her mistress, who was breastfeeding one of her twins. She was hesitant to ask this because, after the incident of Dinda's illness, Mrs. Ningsih vaguely heard the voices of her two masters who were fighting. Not too loud indeed, but quite audible from outside their room.
During Mrs. Ningsih's work in this Daffa residence house, she never heard of the two or even the slightest difference in understanding. Laughter and jokes always adorn this family every day. Where there is like, there must be laughter. Where there is laughter, there must be hope and crying, and where there is happiness, there must be sadness. Perhaps a sad phase is going on in this family.
"I don't know. I'll fry the eggs later. If you want to eat something else, buy it, ok?"
"Oh, what about Mr. Daffa? This is the money. There is still left if you only buy a kilo of eggs," Mrs. Ningsih replied, trying to calm down without knowing that something had happened.
"Just ask him."
Fera answered Mrs. Ningsih's question coldly.
She gave a piece of fifty thousand money to Mrs. Ningsih. The housekeeper was stunned, looking at the money in her hand. She was at a loss as to what she should do under these circumstances.
Without lingering, Mrs. Ningsih approached Daffa, who was wearing shoes in the living room when preparing to work.
"Morning, Sir. What do you want to eat later to get off work? I want to go shopping at the market, Sir," said bi Ningsih hoping to get a definite answer from Daffa.
"I'm overtime, Bi. Chances are, will eat out. I'm leaving first, huh? Take a look at the kids."
Daffa passed coldly without kissing his wife's forehead as usual. What happened to them? Mrs. Ningsih felt tormented by this state. If we think back, Mrs. Ningsih is not a new person in Daffa's life. She was Daffa's nanny when he was a child.
The woman is very determined if her employer behaves, signaling something wrong. Daffa, who doesn't want to express his anger with harsh treatment, should ignore everything until his mood improves again.
The engine of Daffa's car drove away from his home. Mrs. Ningsih, who was confused, returned to the house and was surprised to see that Fera was already sobbing on the sofa looking at one of her twins.
"Ma'am, are you ok?!" Mrs. Ningsih asked in a panic.
Not answering, Fera still watched the child with tears that kept streaming down.
"Mom, calm down. Tell me if you need someone to share all your problems," Mrs. Ningsih offered.
Fera then looked at her assistant with a flushed face and cheeks flooded with tears.
Spontaneously, Fera hugged Mrs. Ningsih with her hand, still holding her child. Mrs. Ningsih rubbed the shoulder of Daffa's wife quietly. The warmth of her embrace made Fera feel like her mother was hugging her. This made her cry, considering the mom was not by her side.
"Mrs. Fera, be patient. This is called a domestic trial. I'll take water for you." A glass of plain water she gave Fera. Three sips were enough to make her calmer than when she was the first time just now.
"What is the woman's fate to always be in the kitchen and care for the child?" asked Fera softly.
"In general, it is like that, but behind it is an understanding that makes many people misunderstand mam. It's not that women can be trampled on casually. On the contrary, women are great, and we can make money while taking care of children at once. Indeed, no one is perfect and can be balanced, but a woman, especially a mother, is a noble human being everywhere. Now, I need to ask you. Without the intention of interfering, is this the problem of Mrs. Fera with Mr. Daffa these days?"
Like an experienced person, Mrs. Ningsih immediately to the point and asked about Fera's problems according to the target. Fera nodded slowly in agreement to Mrs. Ningsih's question.
"I won't ask you what the details are. But, I believe you two have your reasons whose purpose must be good for the family. Almost eight years ago, I took care of Daffa. Have you ever heard of this kind of fuss with your husband because I prefer to work in the city and the children are taken care of by my husband, is my husband not angry? Angry. At first, he agreed, but after a long time he was bored because he needed a wife to serve him. Finally, yes as you know, my husband cheated and finally got married again with another woman. My son is same as his grandmother in the village. It's not that i patronizes Mrs. Fera, and it's not that Later, Mr. Daffa will cheat, but take the wisdom, ma'am."
"So, what do you mean? I still don't understand what to do,"
"Every household has a different path. I can only say, take a middle ground on this matter. Talk carefully with Mr. Daffa with a cool head. Oh, yes. If you can, don't delay it, mam. Before the problem gets bigger and bigger."
For the second time, Fera nodded at Mrs. Ningsih's words. Of course, as someone who knows personal matters, let alone someone's household, Mrs. Ningsih has no right to patronize, let alone interfere. However, when someone starts to get depressed about their problem, there is nothing wrong if you tell it, at least to others, even if it is not detailed. At least, it can make the heart calm or, better, get a solution that we didn't even think of.
"I want to ask you something," Fera said in her trance.
"What is it, Mam?"
"Why do you call us Mr and Mrs? Though you are older than us. We are not too old either. It's not a matter of age, but I would be fine if you called us by name. It feels like we're not polite to let you call us that."
Mrs. Ningsih smiled slightly. "For me, young parents are not a problem for someone to respect others. Especially those who have already contributed to my life. You guys are my children to me."
Hearing this, Fera was amused. She is grateful for Mrs. Ningsih's presence in her and her husband's life. A smile finally radiated from Fera's lips. She then hugged her domestic assistant tightly again as a thank you. Fer has calmed down but is different from her husband, Daffa.
The heavy rain disguised the view as he drove the car towards his workplace with a restless and uneasy heart. He did it all in a hurry and impatiently.
"Early in the morning, I used all the traffic jams! Unlucky! You can go to the office late if this is the case!" the man of two children, who were still beautifully, chimed in.
Daffa pressed the horn blindly as if he had never felt the boredom of traffic jams on the highway. He also knew that it was always congested every morning on the road. It's just that things are getting worse with the rain.
"Don't make disturbing noise, please!!" shouted one of the bikers in front of Daffa's car.
Ignited by emotion, Daffa almost got out of his car and probably beat up the man who was screaming just now. But luckily, a message came in on his mobile phone thwarting his plan.
'Honey, I'm sorry. Tonight I want us to talk about what's happening between us.'