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After the office hours, Aisyah climbed the courtyard of her in-laws house in listlessness. The work that had increased all day had made his body so tired.  Coupled with the new policy that he had just heard a while before returning home, made Aisyah confused on how to handle it. Because as long as he was placed in the production section, only this time he got shift work.

"Mother is home, baby." Ambar who carried Zahra in the sling smiled to see his daughter-in-law coming.

Aisha's gaze was fixed on the figure of a little angel who was beside the house. Her smile expanded, only the baby was the only tired remedy in Aisyah.

"Assalamualaikum, Mum. Zahra is beautiful." Aisha approached her mother-in-law and kissed the back of her hand.

"You clean up first, gih. Eat it immediately!" ambar's orders. The middle-aged woman was a little concerned to see Aisyah who looked tired.

"Yes, Mom. Ice in first," said Ais. He rushed to his room and got ready to take a shower.

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After Isya, Aisyah breastfed Zahra while laying her body on the mattress. Bayu sat leaning on the head of the bed while playing games on his phone.

"Mas, to prepare for the month of Ramadan, starting tomorrow in the production section enact a new policy. So starting tomorrow the Ais schedule changes. Mas Bayu's tomorrow morning shift, right?" Aisyah fishing Bayu. She wanted to find out how her husband was responding to the new policy in his office.

"Hu um's. Why, Dek?" Bayu briefly glanced at Aisyah and refocused on her phone.

"Ais tomorrow shift two, Mas."

"Then?" response Flat wood.

"Yes, if Bayu's morning shift will be the night to pick up Ais."

"Hhhh."

It was no wonder that Aisyah found her husband's response like that. Aisyah was already accustomed to the flat and cold attitude of Bayu. Yes, it is innate, Aisyah who has to be patient with her husband. However, Bayu is her own chosen husband.

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The first day of shift two, Aisyah prepared her usual provisions. Aisha left when Bayu was not yet home. After leaving Zahra to Ambar, Aisyah heads to the mouth of the alley to wait for the cargo to take her to the factory. Aisyah felt grateful to have a mother-in-law as good as Ambar. Without him, Aisyah would have been desperate with the treatment of her father-in-law and sister-in-law.

"Ais, the clock's tumben is neat. Where are you going?" ask the mother next to her house who just came down from the angkot.

"You're working, Mom. The ice can shift two," Ais replied politely without leaving a smile that was always etched from her lips.

"Oh, that. So tumben. You usually go in the morning."

"Yes, Mom. The problem is, employees just follow the orders of superiors" Aisyah explained with a little laugh.

"Yes, already, be careful on the road. Mom first, yeah." The woman passed after saying goodbye to Aisyah.

A moment later, Aisyah had already entered the angkot towards the factory. The city of Surabaya is so hot to make Aisyah sultry. Lucky in angkot there are only a few people until Aisyah can freely open the window so that the air can enter freely.

Arriving at the factory, Aisyah rushed towards her room. The room seemed quiet, Witri was not seen on his desk. However, Aisyah saw that Witri's bag was still lying in its place. This indicates that Witri has not returned.

"Well, I've come, Aish." The familiar voice was heard from the door. Aisyah looked up and greeted the person with a smile.

"Yes, Sir. Coincidentally it was still quiet, if the clock broke up the factory must be currently Ais has not arrived here."

"Good job, Ice. You are a responsible worker." Septian gave his thumbs up as he passed Aisyah's table.

A moment later, Witri entered the room with another staff member. He immediately downed the mineral water he was carrying as soon as he landed his body on the seat next to Aisyah.

"Alhamdulillah, run round too" he said after finishing almost a bottle of water in his hand.

"It's like a marathon, ma'am. From where?" search Aisyah. Although her eyes were fixed on the monitor screen in front of her, but Aisyah was also curious about what her best friend was doing.

"Infant, Ice. From eleven o'clock I went down directly to the field in place of Mr. Seno. He had an emergency meeting that could not be represented. Be the one who goes out into the field. Tired as well, until I haven't had lunch." Witri opened the bread from the plastic bag she was carrying and put it in her mouth.

"Now, for you." Witri offered one loaf of bread to Aisyah.

"I bought a lot of ice, this is for you. Trust me, this will be very useful." Witri placed the bread on Aisha's table.

Aisyah turned her head and smiled, "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Make me where, woy?" septian shouted from the corner.

"Now, take it yourself," replied Witri pointing towards the plastic bag on her desk.

Day went up in the afternoon. One by one the occupants of the production room left the place. Now, there are only three people who work the afternoon shift. Aisyah and another staff member were very busy in front of the monitor. While Septian, downstream-mudik in completing the work according to the job disk.

There is not much interaction between the two. Besides because Aisyah was still awkward with the man, also because of the work that did not give them a chance to chat.

At seven o'clock in the evening Septian arrived in the room after a while ago descending into the field. He brought three cups of coffee that he made in the pantry. Actually there is an office boy that he can ask for help to prepare his coffee. However, Septian wanted to give Aisyah a different impression. Septian wanted to show some attention with such little things so as not to look conspicuous in Aisyah's eyes.

"Everybody's night, time is coffee break." Septian placed one cup of coffee he had brought on the desk of the male staff sitting by the door, one cup on Aisyah's desk and another one he took to his desk.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Tian. Father is understanding. I was just about to ask the OB to make coffee," the man continued with sparkling eyes.

"This is my special coffee. In the previous section, I was known as a reliable barista. Even my section chief used to be hooked on my coffee," said Septian a little jumawa.

"It's really special, sir." The man near the door praised the Septian-made coffee after taking a sip. " Where did you learn this science? Really it's like coffee from a cup cafe near the Plaza Mall, sir."

Septian smiled at the compliment. "You're so pinter. When I was in college, I was a barista there. You seem to be a fan of the cafe Cup. To the extent that it tastes the same."

Aisyah who was sipping coffee at that time just kept quiet. He did not understand the taste of the coffee they were talking about. All he knows, Septian-made coffee is delicious. Bitter and sweet according to his taste. The right dose, that is what is in Aisyah's mind without her understanding coffee from a particular cafe.

"Hm, the coffee made by Mr. Tian is indeed delicious. At first, Iris did not like coffee. But after twice feeling the coffee made by Mr. Tian, it looks like Ais will be addicted as well." The ice of the mangosteen praised the coffee that he still held.

Hearing that Septian's heart was so happy. He felt his work was truly appreciated. Not like at home. Let alone being praised, a thank you never got.

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Street lights in front of the factory look so contrasted with the dark atmosphere tonight. Aisyah sat at the stop while occasionally looking at the clock on her wrist. Twenty minutes later he sat there. Until one by one the people who were at the stop started to leave. However, what Aisyah was waiting for did not also reveal the trunk of her nose.

Septian, who was deliberately waiting for Aisyah from a distance of several meters, ventured to approach Aisyah. The motor stopped right in front of Aisyah.

"The pick hasn't come yet, Ice?"

"No, Sir. Perhaps Mas Bayu overslept from Zahra's sleep," replied Aisyah trying to hide her anxiety.

"Try calling again. Do you come home with me. After all, we're in line," Septian bargained.

Aisyah called Bayu. A connecting tone was heard, but there was no response from across. Aisyah's shoulders sag. Disappointment from her eyes.

Septian pulled his motor over, he sat at the stop safely from Aisyah. "I'll keep until your husband comes."

Aisyah turned her head, "Mister Tian don't bother. Poor wife you're waiting for the house."

Septian smiled bitterly, "No papa, Ice. I'd do the same to all my girlfriends in this position."

"Thank you, sir." Aisyah lowered her head, she felt a wound behind the Septian sentence.

The sound of the motor that Aisyah recognized stopped right in front of Aisyah. Aisyah approached and received the helmet from her husband.

"Now, just troublesome. Many times I say, you have to study independently. Good thing we're still living with Mom. Try it on contract. Who's gonna take care of Zahra. Tomorrow we buy a bike so you can go home on a bike. Don't have to take someone else for granted." Bayu nagged inexhaustibly regardless of Aisyah's feelings.

Aisyah just sat quietly on the motorbike Bayu. He nodded towards Septian as a saying that he could not possibly say. Septian replied to Aisyah's nod with a heart so sick.

"Aisha should not have received such treatment from her husband," her inner cry stared at Aisyah's departure.

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...To be continued...

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