Gold And Diamond
Part 32 "For the Second Time"
Don't forget to pray. Bismillah...đđ¤
Today Vey and Kala went shopping. Food needs are urgent. Rice, eggs, noodles, sugar and cooking oil run out. As usual, they chose the afternoon. Go hypermart at half-four after all homework is done. Today is Thursday too. There were no private children in his house - Kala began teaching privately three days ago with the help of Sharif.
And, for the second time Vey accidentally met with Abimana. This time Abimana was with a woman. Right in front of the entrance, his name was called. He turned his head and found Abimana smiling towards him.
"Abi's brother, Onni," whispered Kala, half glancing at Abimana.
Vey nodded, then threw a smile. He was glued to the woman beside Abimana. But, he quickly reached out to greet the woman.
"It's my mother, Na. Are they both the same as Kala?"
"He.em, Mom. Yeah just the two at home, who else would have gone if not with Kala." Vey chuckles a little. He tried to mislead people's views in the midst of unstable moods and thoughts.
"This is Nduk Nana you said, Bi?" ask Abimana's mother.
"Norong, Buk."
Vey grimaced stiffly, while Kala frowned-told Onni?
"Let's go shopping together" Abimana said later.
"Yes. Come on, Auntie." Vey lets them walk ahead of him.
"Father just now, Nduk Nana."
Kala's position is on Vey's left. So Vey had many opportunities to freely talk to his mother Abimana who was on the right side.
"Well, what is this? I bought rice, oil.anything is a lot, Nduk Na."
"Hehe's the same, Aunt. Also out. Coincidentally me and Kala bothered really, just want to eat uh.kok turned out the rice ran out. We forgot to bother."
"Lho kept eating how was that? Have you eaten yet?"
"Well, Aunt. Rice with Budhe Atun."
"Alhamdulillah. If not, I take him to his stall Ibuk. Abhimana's got a stall."
"Tumben Onni was very enthusiastic about her mother Mr. Abi.hmm. He just listened. Wanted to ask, but the position did not make it easy. I wanted to ask Abimana too far. Besides Abimana also looks cold to him. But, secretly Kala returned amazed. For the second time, he liked that attitude. To him, Abimana looks so handsome and unpretentious to the size of a grown man. And from the scene he saw today, he concluded one sentence that Abhimana was most likely a devoted man to his mother. Because he himself rarely saw a busy man who had accompanied his mother shopping. He smiled faintly as he wished Abimana to throw him a question.
"A restaurant near LBB Najah?"
"Well, yeah it is. Really," exclaimed his mother Abimana.
"I just found out that the shop is a business owned by Mas Abi family. Rame, right, Auntie?"
"Yes, thank God. It could be to send Abi's sister to school. Alhamdulillah tree has never lacked if the money problem. This is tahaddits bin ni'mah lo, Nduk Na. It's nothing."
Though Vey and Kala did not understand what tahaddits bin ni'mah meant.
They headed straight for the rice and cooking oil. Kala and Abimana spread their eyes. Meanwhile, Vey and her mother Abimana are still continuing the conversation.
"Tadi Nduk Na said he bothered. What's busy?"
"Youth work, Aunt. Make souvenir hampers, dowry, make paintings, and wedding souvenirs."
"Well that's good. The outcome?"
"Alhamdulillah. Just like Auntie said."
Instantly, the scent of pride on the face of his mother Abimana.
"Nduk Na is independent, yes, it turns out."
"Should, Aunt. Otherwise, it would be impossible for us adults to have to rely on brothers."
"Rubber. Women need to be independent. That horse." Abimana's mother looked at Kala who was turning her neck to the left. "What class is it now?" continued.
"What class is it?"
"Twelfth grade, Buk."
"Graduate?"
"Religion?"
"The proverbial religious major, huh?"
The deg! Suddenly Abiman's voice made his chest stick out.
"Nggeh, Mr. Abi. Just passed a generation of Koran."
"Lumayan. It could be easier to study abroad."
Kala ventured to connect. Abhimana looked enthusiastic.
"So, Mr. Abi too..mmm..that's hafidz?"
Abimana just smiled thinly. Nor did he look at her. Even back to the view. Kala frowned, deducing himself the meaning of that expression.
They also shop. At the same time exchanging opinions which brands are good and friendly prices. Of course such a conversation made Abiman's mother eager to tell. Even his mother Abimana gave him a recipe for how to make Abimana's favorite donut-cake.
His mother said, Abimana has loved donuts since toddlerhood. Donuts of any type and any brand Abimana really likes it. Even though he was an adult, sometimes he still asked to be made donuts to the extent that his younger sister mocked him like a spoiled man.
"It turns out donuts, yes, his favorite Mr. Abi. I can do it if I make donuts, "inner Kala. He caught a glimpse of Abimana's expression. And, it turns out, it's normal. She thought Abimana would be embarrassed if her mother told her something that not just anyone could know about.
Abimana took a few bottles of cooking oil. As usual, take the brand that his mother has often bought. He memorized the brands of what his mother's groceries were. Sometimes he was told and often asked to accompany like this.
Once home, Kala saw Abimana telling her mother to sit next to a donut, cake and painting outlet. I want him to mock and laugh. As a result, he only gave a vague grin when he saw Abimana look impatient waiting for the seller to make the paintings and doughnuts order. Between ticklish and likes. A man as cold as Abimana apparently likes donuts. For Kala it was something funny.
"Tante, we'll excuse you to go home. Want to do the order."
"Oh, yeah. Careful. I stopped by Ibuk's shop sometime. Don't wait."
"Hmm.hehe inshaallah."
"I think me, Mela, Sharif, and Rumaisya should hang out there sometime. Yes yes need to try, "inner Kala. Suddenly thought.
"May there be a chance." Kala.
They shake. Kala kissed the back of Abimana's mother's hand, while Vey did not.
Vey handed over the crackle to Kala. Then, he carried one by one the five kilos of rice onto his motorbike. He put it in front. Abhimana who saw it immediately helped lift the sack of rice next.
Kala smiled. For some reason, every attitude Abimana showed, she always liked.
"False, Mas. If the bouquet is in a hurry Mas Abi chat me again. I'm sorry there's a little problem, Mas."
"OKAY. Nyantai. Careful, Na."
"Yes, Mas. Comeon, La!" Vey's riding his bike. Kala continued to climb up the back seat.
They're saying home.
"Sir Abi, Mr. Abi." Along the way, Kala was struck by that sweet gesture.
I was fascinated...
Looking at your face...
That sweet...
