TALAQ
Part 234 TALAQ

Until my house was busy with my activities, after breastfeeding Afwa and Afwi I immediately joined the Catur pack peeling tree ketella in the kitchen, this time not so eating yam, I chose the tree ketelo. Me and Mr. Chess are busy in the kitchen without asking for help from our workers. Mr. Chess deliberately wanted to do it alone because it was what I wanted, maybe it was true also said they were cravings me strange, I most like to eat the results of my own husband's cooking. This time I choose boiled ketella with brown sugar, boiled until the water runs out to be like caramel.

I looked at my husband's exhausted face from yesterday the day after my husband complied with all my silly requests, from yesterday as if there was no end to my wishes. After an hour we struggled in the kitchen ketela already mateng, now on the table there is already a caramel boiled telo sroanci. Once the mateng ketela I immediately take and enjoy it without regard to others, even so I think of all residents of the house, So all residents of the house remain part of the ration.

One plate of caramel kettle I have spent alone, since a few days ago I did not really like eating rice.

"Sir Qib, it's the kettle all shared yes." ordered Mr. Chess.

"La ibuk?" tanya mbak Qibtiyah assured.

"It's busy already" replied Mr. Chess who also ate caramel kettle ala ndeso.

"I've finished one plate mbak, already full." I said while eating ketela caramel.

Make it a night time." Ma'am Qibtiyah tried to remind me.

"No mbak, he wants to have achieved it, so there is no way to want it anymore" I replied honestly.

"Thank you buk, later I share, why the father and mother cook so much, you should cook enough for mother alone." cerocos mbak Qibtiyah.

"It's not good when I eat alone." I said.

"Yo natural buk, ibuk kan ngidam again." said mbak Qib.

"I don't like it mbak, if I eat the whole house you have to eat what I eat, mbak." I explained.

"Yes buk, I know from the first mother and father was never stingy on anyone" said Mbak Qibtiyah

" Mom I'm done eating and sorry I made the kitchen dirty" I said.

After I finished eating I left the kitchen followed by Mr. Chess, me and Mr. Chess to the children's room there is mbak Inayah who takes care of Afwa and Afwi, Afriana is now again studying under the guidance of her tutoring teacher.

"Mbak Na, I'm sorry to bother you today, I can rest so I can take care of my children" I ordered Inayah.

"Hud and vaoak just rest, keep my children take care, if the mother is tired, she is afraid to have an effect on the contents of the mother." advice mbak Inayah.

"What are his duties, sir?" ask Mbak Inayah.

"Nearly the same as his duties mbak Na, only mbak Na and mbak Rom special care for the twins, while the new for now look after the mother and then take care of our newborn child." obviously mr. Chess.

"When do you and your mom need it?" ask Inayah to clarify.

"Fastly, because I don't want to mbak Na, mbak Rom and mbak Qibtiyah hassles, because keeping the children requires extra energy" explained Pas Catur.

"That's not asking what, I think anyone who works here must be comfortable, because the father and mother are good people, never distinguish" explained Inayah.

"Just like you said earlier mbak Na, he must keep the five prayers when hijab, honest and polite." I re-explained the criteria we gave.

"For example, she wears her hijab only after work how buk?" ask Inayah again.

"No problem mbak, it's his right, only working time must wear a hijab." I explained again.

"Good sir, actually there is a friend of mine just he does not like hijab but he needs a job because the contract at the hospital is not extended hopefully mother and father will be pleased, but he needs a job because the contract at the hospital is not extended, may the person also want to meet the conditions that you give." explained mvak Nah.

"Worn out?" my many.

"He was thirty years old, he used to work in a private hospital outside the city because he had to take care of his sick parents so he chose to go back to the village by giving up his job, he was just a month ago out of the hospital, he was married but betrayed, inshaallah his good man used to work the poly part of the child." explained mbak Inayah.

"May he be a match with the security guard" chirped me from without thinking.

"What?" now the faces of my husband and mother Inayah showed astonishment.

"Don't take it seriously, just a joke, just try to offer who knows we all fit." I said" Dad how ?" I asked the Chess.

"Father follow, whoever works here is important they are sincerely from the heart, and my family is safe and comfortable, I don't want any commotion between workers." obviously Mr. Chess is long.

The discussion about our prospective nun finished mbak Inayah went to her room to rest, my two sueter sometimes nginap also sometimes not, depending on my needs, if I need their help, they will stay overnight if they don't work twelve hours a day and take a Sunday off and the red date of the national holiday is not just another domestic worker's nurse also except the security guard, for the Qibtiyah public holidays if the right ask to go home so the holidays are collected to return home.