Bitter Tongue In-Law
20 Accidentally Two

Dark already greeted when Nuna carrying a travel bag containing clothes and baby equipment that he had bought. The small thunderous lights showed that the night was overcast. The sky that seemed quiet from the moon also accompanied Nuna's steps that night.

Even though Nuna didn't know where she was going to sleep tonight, she kept walking. No matter how tired and weary he was, he had to at least find the Masjid or Mushola to rest tonight.

After an hour of strenuous walking, he finally found a Mushola. After putting his bag behind the door he immediately took wudu and carried out the obligations that had been delayed. Not long after he entered Mushola, it rained heavily. It seems that resting until tomorrow in the house of worship is the right choice.

"Grandpa, wake up Mom before dawn, yeah. We need to get out of here before people congregate." Nuna spoke by stroking her stomach. A hard kick is always the baby's response when Nuna talks.

Overnight instead of at home makes Nuna often wake up. I don't know why he feels uncomfortable with his stomach. It's like there's pain coming and going. He felt it until morning. At four o'clock in the morning before the Adhan, Nuna had already carried out the obligation and immediately left from there. He should seek a contract immediately. Ignoring the slight pain he felt, his hand returned to his bag.

Nuna has been walking for a long time. The day had already revealed its light even though there was no sun to greet. He kept going no matter how far, could not find what he was looking for. If he could not, he would have to carry this big bag to his workplace.

Before he continued his journey, he decided to turn his body to the porridge. Breakfast with porridge on a morning still seems to spoil his stomach.

Nuna just put some mouthfuls of porridge into her mouth when she heard a familiar voice, like a stranger in her ear, but she had not heard it for a long time. To ascertain who the owner of the voice was, he looked up and one second later, he lowered his head while covering the top of his head with a palm.

Apparently right, the owner of the voice was Bian. Nuna peeked at the man from between her fingers who was apparently sitting right in front of him at a fairly close distance. The pregnant woman became unfocused on eating. His hands trembled because he was afraid that his existence would be realized by the man.

Nuna was afraid and worried not for no reason. He was really embarrassed to have to meet Bian after his decision to disappear in such a disrespectful manner. Even though he disappeared as well in order to protect the man, still his way of disappearing was not justified by anyone. Moreover, Bian has helped and been kind to him even though they only know the name.

Pyaarr!

The glass containing Nuna's warm sweet tea fell down. So trembling his hands because Bian never left from before him, he accidentally dropped the glass that was still full.

Nuna immediately lowered her body to the floor while picking up the broken glass. He did so while praying in his heart that his whereabouts would be unknown to Bian.

"Mister is okay? Let me just let me. Ma'am can keep eating, I'll change the tea." The female porridge seller approached Nuna and crouched down in front of the woman.

Nuna immediately panicked facial appearance while sticking her index finger to the lips.

"Udah ma'am, it's okay. I helped clean this up, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I'll change the glass." Nuna spoke very slowly.

"Yes, but..."

The woman did not continue her sentence because Nuna's index finger was stuck in a broken glass. Not until the woman made a sound, Nuna had given the code to remain silent. He also signaled that he was okay.

Hearing Bian's name being called, instantly Nuna's eyes and mouth were compactly opened wide. Nuna told him to be quiet and not have to worry about it so that he was not caught by Bian. But what happened was like suicide with his hideout.

"Why is Mom worried about that? It's just a small wound, it's okay please..." Nuna did not continue her sentence and lowered her head deeply. He hoped that in that way he could hide his face from Bian.

Ah drat. Is this the narrow world? Why should I meet Bian. Then why does this porridge seller know him? What am I supposed to do?

Nuna held her breath as if her breath was recognized by Bian. After feeling that his hand was being taped by the plaster, Nuna gradually opened her eyes with her head still down. He slightly shifted his vision, there were no legs beside the woman. It was at this moment that Nuna finally let out a sigh of relief as if she had just survived the death threat.

"I brought the glass back. Ma'am keep eating, I'll change the drink."

"Mom wait, Mom." Nuna prevented the seller from standing up by holding her hand. "Did the man you called Bian have left?" ask her in a whisper.

The woman glanced at her front with a slight raise of her eyeballs, "Ah yes already. You know him?"

"No, I don't know. Have you met."

Nuna stroked her chest as a form of relief that she felt. He's really calm. A moment later, he got up slowly and sat down in his chair.

Wait, like someone saw it from the side. From the tail of his eyes, he could see someone sitting at a table with him and facing him. Suddenly an unpleasant feeling reappeared, even to swallow his saliva he felt difficulty. With hesitation and a very slow movement Nuna turned her head towards the right. His heart seemed to jump from its place when he saw the person who was at the table with him was Bian.

The man looked at Nuna's face expressionlessly, his gaze locked on the woman. While Nuna herself suddenly misbehaved. It was seen from the movement of his body that moved to and fro.

Unable to bear the gaze of Bian that was like intimidating him, he immediately got up from the chair without spending the remaining porridge.

"Here I want to make tea, how do I eat it?" the seller was confused.

"I'm in a hurry, Mom. Sorry, this is the same porridge money replace the broken glass. Again, I'm sorry, ma'am."

Without further ado or lingering in the same place as Bian, he immediately left on a brisk walk without carrying his bag. Bian who knew that was just a small smile. However, behind his smile he also felt compassion for the woman. She was pregnant, but her face and body looked thin. Only her stomach grew.

When Bian was thinking about Nuna's physical condition in front of her face, the woman came back in a hurry and picked up her bag and left. It was as if he really did not want to be seen by Bian.

The man was still silent and only saw the gestures of the woman he had been thinking about all day for some reason. And as Nuna passed Bian's seat, Nuna's tiny hand was blocked by him.