TALAQ
Part 224 TALAQ.
"Sir Qib." called me when the Qibtiyah man passed near me.
"Yes, buk." Mbak Qibtiyah came straight to me.
"Let's go to the market to buy a banana kepok." I said.
"What's buk? The driver again sent the father" said Qibtiyah confused.
"Motor only." I suggested.
"Hah do not open, I am afraid of being angry at the father," refused mbak Qibtiyah afraid "Later buk usually a vegetable maker who passed by the house there was a banana kepoknya." explained mbak Qibtiyah again.
"If there is no how? Wong pinginku ride a motorcycle to the market keep buying a banana kepok." I still want to take a walk in the market.
"Pamit father used to buk, or I just buy it, after all mother should not be too tired or stressed, later I get angry father." advice mbak Qibtiyah.
"It's okay mbak, just for a moment right, there's no way I'm tired of just going to the market." kitehku.
"I don't dare to buk." refused mbak Qibtiyah "Soale father has ordered that mother stay home and wait bapam come home if going anywhere."
"Then I leave alone, mbak, after all the market will be close." I said.
"Alright Buk, mother do not go alone." eventually Mbak Qibtiyah relented.
The great city of Madiun, that is my goal I have long been no longer to the market either when I go to the market, not I am arrogant but more to no time. Before getting married even once a month can still go to the big market, since getting married immediately pregnant changes everything.
"Mr Rom, sorry to leave the children first, I live in the market." I said to Romlah.
"Well, to the market? What's buk doing?" asked Romlah astonished because during being the wife of Mr. Chess I had never once gone to the market
By riding a motorcycle matick me and mbak Qibtiyah glide towards the big market, because it is still a pretty good morning road. Mbak Qibtiyah rode a motorcycle at moderate speed. After fifteen minutes of travel I and Mbak Qibtiyah have arrived at the big market. Once at the market I and mbak Qibtiyah directly to where people sell bananas, there are various kinds of bananas available, there are banana horns, banana ijo, banana ambon, banana king, banana ulin, bananas, banana and still some other types of bananas. I had only wanted to buy two comb banana kepok to be fried, but in fact once I reached the location I also chose ojo banana and banana king.
"Sir Qib, the banana was put on the bike first, too heavy in the tent." I suggested.
"Well, buk memaange where are we going?" tanya mbak Qibtiyah.
"We'll take a look around for a minute at Qib" I said.
"It's time to drink Asi lo bu." Ma'am Qibtiyah reminded me, yes it is true once I see the clock it is time I have to breastfeed Afwa and Afwi.
"Yes, we've just gone home, afraid they're fussy" I said.
Without thinking long me and mbak Qibtiyah, directly to the parking lot, now I have six banana combs, I have bought, if I usually buy through online now I feel satisfied because I can choose bananas in the market with various choices. At moderate speed we ride the sroeda motorbike to return home.
"Why do mothers go to the market themselves usually do not buy via online?" ask Qibtiyah to me.
"Entahlah mbak, I again want to go to the market just mbak so I did not invite you." I answered honestly as it is.
The journey to return home is quite time consuming because there is a small accident so a little stuck, being willing to turn around is not possible because it passes in a direction. After half forty-five minutes on the road we both finally got home safely.
"Sir, I go in first." As soon as I get off the bike I wash my hands and feet on the cramping in the yard, from the outside I have heard Afwa and Afwi are fussy.
"Have you been crying for a long time?" I asked as soon as I entered the children's room.
"It's only been ten minutes a buk." replied Romlah.
"Thank God." I immediately breastfeed Afwi, while Afwa can still wait.