My Husband's
Commendations

Evening day arrived. Our cafe closed early because the stock of food had run out. Everyone applauds for me.

"Well, Ana's great. Just one day this cafe is rame again."

"No, it's all thanks to all of you're working hard."

"If you ever come, surely we will not be threatened with a PHK."

"Udah, no. The important thing is that we must keep the spirit of advancing this cafe. You guys help promote me. I also want to try to find a new menu for this cafe." I'm trying to end the conversation thinking about Vivi. I could clearly see the look on his face when I heard them praising me.

*****

I walked to the terminal to wait for public transport to pass. However, a car I knew stopped right in front of me standing up. Mas Fandi came down and asked me to get in the car.

I tried to resist but Mas Fandi still insisted. "Come, An. Later my car was towed for parking carelessly." 

I gave up and got into the car.

"Why do you know I'm waiting for public transport?" my question is full of search.

"So I asked the cafe staff. Said you were riding the lot."

"You shouldn't bother, Mom."

"I don't feel bothered. Even I was very cool, today my cafe is back crowded again. You are the goddess of good fortune God sent me. Uh, that means make my cafe." Mas Fandi.

"That's because of your employees' hard work. They're so diligent."

"You also have the biggest hand, An. Your cooking is second to none." Mas Fandi was amazed. I am ashamed of it. But I quickly realized who I was and who Mas Fandi was.

"Well, what's up, An? It's okay dong. You alone, I'm alone."

"No, Mas. Sorry I didn't say from the beginning. Actually I'm still somebody's wife." I try to speak honestly.

Mas Fandi was surprised to hear that. His face was disappointed. Whatisthis? Does he like me?

"Sorry, An." Mas Fandi spoke in a soft and uninspired voice. "Where is your husband?" continued.

"In his house. We're going through a divorce process."

At once the face of Mas Fandi looks radiant. "Oh, are you getting divorced? Nice dong. Uh, that means emmm you're not hurt anymore, are you?" Mas Fandi was wrong after saying the sentence.

"That's it, Mas. So I hope we can keep our distance until I get divorced. I don't want my ex-husband to accuse me of a no-no."

"Yes, An. From now on I won't take you. Tomorrow morning, I'll send you a motorbike. You can ride a motorcycle, right?"

"Eh, not Mas. Smit...."

"Nerepotin. You can cicil a hundred thousand a month."

"Huh? Hundred grand? It's thirty years old dong, Mas." I heard Mas Fandi's words.

"Udah deh, what is important is nyicil. You don't want to be the one I'm credit for."

I laughed while holding my head bracelet. Mas Fandi is too good for me. Was he the one God sent to help me? I'm so grateful. Escape from the shackles of Mas Hadi and meet the excellent Mas Fandi. And it seems Mas Hadi was wrong, I am not the unlucky woman he accused of.