Glass Bottle Sundari
Chapter 5

"Where's your glass bottle on the deck?" Junab saw Sundari pouring sinom into a used plastic bottle.

Sundari looked wrongly staring at her husband.

"Ehm anu mas... Um..." Sundari stopped his activities. He grabbed a few glass bottles that were partially cracked on several sides.

"The bottle's a little cracked. I was reckless, I should have waited for the cinema to get a little cold." Sundari bent his face.

Junab approached and checked the glass bottle.

"Oh that... Yes already. I'll try to find it instead." Junab smiled at his wife.

"Ndn't do it. Later if there is any money left from the sale of sinom I bought myself. Better the money in use to buy rima porridge only."

Rima is 6 months old. It's time to eat some fine porridge.

"Five already eaten?" Ask Junab.

"Lha has been to. Started yesterday learning to eat." Junab approached Rima who was still asleep while lying on her stomach. He kissed the little baby's head until it wriggled slowly. But he had no intention of getting up, just pursing his lips and linking his eyebrows together, and slumped again.

Sundari chuckled at the behavior of the boy's father. He patted Junab's back.

"Mas, let's have breakfast just left. Later if Rima wakes up even not so breakfast, play continues." Persuade Sundari.

"Ish, this mother is a nduk..." Back Junab was mucking around Rima's tiny body. Sundari pulled Junab's body away from Rima.

With a slight frown Junab followed in his wife's footsteps. They had breakfast in silence. Fifteen minutes later. Junab is ready to go to work.

Sundari continued his work cleaning the house, washing clothes, then cooking. While she was washing, Rima was already awake. The sound of her crying forced Sundari to stop her laundry.

"Gorgeous queen, you used to be..." Sundari said to Rima. Of course Rima only responded with a stomp of his feet and hands. The sound of his laughter made Sundari even more anxious. After finishing feeding and breastfeeding Rima. Sundari let Rima play by herself while she continued washing.

An hour later. Done already. He grabbed Rima into his carrier. Swinging daj softly kicking. Menina bobokan Rima's.

*****

"Ndar, Nfrom..." The sound of Lek Nanik calling his name.

"Yes lek," Sundari moved to the front door. "What's lek?"

"Do you still have a sinom?"

"still. But little plastic bottle lek. Half a liter."

"Yes ga pa-pa. How many?"

"There are 6 bottles of lek."

"I took all of ya,"

"Law, yes lek. Alhamdulillahot. I'll get you lek for a second. Go in first, sit down first lek, sorry to forget nawarin enter." Sundari opened the door of his house.

"Five sleeping?"

"She just slept." Lek Nanik looked at the tiny baby who was fast asleep without a pillow.

"Fat yeah. Funny Ndar." Lek Nanik said while chuckling.

"Yes lek. Thank goodness." Sundari handed her a plastic bag containing her sinom bottles.

"30 thousand lek."

"This. Tomorrow I'll make another..." Lek Nanik handed over 2 pieces of green-colored money to his hand.

"There's lek's change. A moment."

"It has. Ga. Make me buy Rima's porridge." Lek Nanik pulled Sundari's hand and grabbed it.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, thank you... Baroque." Sundari said with warmed eyes. His neighbors are the best to him. Lek Nanik patted Sundari's shoulder slowly with a smile.

"Yes, yeah. I'll go home first."

"Yes lek. Thank you." Thank you." Sundari followed Nanik's footsteps to the front of the door. In his view the middle-aged woman's back that was still nimble moved everywhere it was.

"Hailway... Huw...." Rima's cry broke Sundari's daydream.

"Astaghfirullah's..." Lirih Sundari rushed to his daughter.

*****

That night, Junab did not return until the wall clock showed the number 10. An agitated Sundari could not close his eyes for a second. Although drowsiness had ambushed him, but he was detained to wait for the soulmate.

It was not usual for Junab to come home late without giving any news beforehand. Sundari sat on a chair that was probably by wealthy people called a sofa. But for him, the chair that even the busaanya live 5 cm, is still able to provide comfort if there she sits with her lover, Junab her husband.

Many times his head hit the edge of the chair. Even the cardboard paper he used as a fan to drive away the heat seemed to be lying under the chair, because it was dropped unconsciously. Until we heard footsteps approaching.

Sundari rushed to the door. But not opening it immediately. She wanted to make sure first, whether it was her husband or not.

"Assalamualaik." I heard greetings from behind the door. Yep. Junab Voice. Sundari opened the door and rushed into her husband's arms.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Sundari, sobbing softly.

"Eh, what's going on?" Junab asked while stroking his wife's back.

"Why just got home. I'm gonna worry. This morning I didn't say there was any overtime." Sundari answered.

Junab smiled, then led his wife in and sat down on the chair. Put a large plastic bag on the side of the chair.

"This was from the Ndar flea market. Buy a glass bottle for you. Sorry I didn't say it first. Coincidentally, he went there to buy used jerry cans. So all I'm doing is nebeng."

"Kan Ndar said it doesn't have to be." Sundari put on a pouting face.

"It's okay. It's cheap. It was the father who sold you discounts, because it's been a long time that the bottles no one glances." Junab.

"Hem... Yes already. Thank you, ma'am." Sundari rested her head on her husband's chest. Junab gently caressed his mane.

"Ndar. I'm gonna take a shower. Sultry. Mandiin dong," Junab glanced spoiled at his wife.

"Ah, this one is just there. Shameful..." Sundari covered her face with both hands.

"Then what? People had seen it all as well," Junab pulled Sundari's hand, laughing at the woman's reddened face like a boiled crab. But mercilessly he still pulls Sundari into the bathroom with him.

"Well. Get wet..." Sundari said he saw his clothes splashed with water. They laugh together too. Sundari changed happily.

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