Father To Sapphira
Wrong Set

(Still PoV Rendy)

After taking Sapphira home and making sure she got some rest, I returned to my sister's house. My parents are not home. I haven't seen Sakha in a long time, my niece. He's two years old. My brother has been married for almost seven years, but still has one child. She has PCOS (A hormonal disorder that causes enlarged ovaries with small cysts on the outer edge) making it difficult to get pregnant. Plus, it was her husband's job that required them to LDR. But with the patience of both sides, the Lord rewarded them with a baby whom they longed for.

"Hello hotshot... " I cried when I was on the doorstep of my brother's house.

"Hee.... " Greet her cheerfully when I see my face. My looks are so charming. No wonder if not only women, children also like me very much. "Om Endy, play yuk". He said while showing the car - mobilan and some other small knickknacks.

"Relope... "

"Sleep here ?" The sound of a woman making me look.

"Hehe... That plan".

"Yes dong should. You've been cueing him for almost two weeks. I know you're working on Deketin Risa. But yes divided dong with his nephew. Or gini... " Sister Mira approached and sat on the carpet with us. "Take Safira play here. I also want to have a girl. Definitely exciting". Eyes sparkling. I know very well his desire to have a daughter is very strong. But God wants something else.

"Let's find some time to bring her here". I said really. "Next week's plans I want to apply for Risa".

"What ??? Seriously ?? Finallyaa. The crocodile is a lizard too". Brother Mira raised his hands and rubbed his face. "That means already got the lamp ijo dong from Risa. How is Mom with Papa ? Must be really cool, right ? Especially since Risa was typical of the dream of Mama". His pedicab.

Brother Mira and my parents never questioned Risa's status. They had already fallen in love with Risa since first sight. Back in the second grade of High School, I took him to the house to pick up what was left behind. We wanted to visit a sick friend. Because it just so happened that his house passed my house, so I took him to stop by. It was unexpected that he quickly mingled with Kak Mira and my parents. And from that incident, I have several times invited him to my house on the grounds that Kak Mira wants to meet.

"I haven't told my mom yet next week. I'm just saying that Dalem soon want to take Mama and Papa to Risa's house". I clearly. I haven't had the right time to talk to Risa myself. On the phone, he never took my feelings seriously.

"I fully support your decision. Risa is also a dream of Mama. I was thinking, did Mama ya doain Risa to be a widow ?". Tapping his index finger to his chin. "Or not - do not even you doain Risa cepet become a widow ?" Her eyes grow up looking at me

I widened my eyes in shock at his accusation. "Hiiiii... Any time to talk. I like the accusations. Haaha". My whole life is laughing. To be honest, I had several times in the first month of Risa's marriage, I prayed for a third of the night for Risa to part with her husband. Sounds evil indeed. But that was only at the beginning of her marriage. Next I tried to occupy my mind with college and work.

I'm staying at Mira's tonight. At his request, I accompanied one of my nephews whom I rarely met. I was busy making time for Sapphira. Sounds like a mode, but I'm close to being sincere because it's affectionate and want to protect it. When his friends have a complete family to tell, Sapphira can only tell Risa, his mother. Or even scold his grandparents and om tantenya.

*****

This morning I decided to go to where Risa works. Only there is where he must be now. I must immediately convey my wish before there is a man before me.

Before I met Risa, I took the time to play with Sakha. Take a shower and breakfast. He is very active and curious. Everything that made him curious would continue to be asked until he found an answer that satisfied him.

At ten, I decided to say goodbye to Sister Mira to meet Risa. I hope today the visitors there are not crowded so I have a little time to talk with Risa. Today I will say my point. I should have prepared a romantic place. But given the various reasons Risa has, it seems that there is no need to look at the place and time to express it.

I approached one of the men I thought was the store's courier. Because the clothes are exactly like the employees in the store. Well loh. I just realized. All this time it seems like Risa never wears a work uniform. He just always uses an apron. Is it because of his main job in the kitchen ?

"Rame really yes, Mas?", Tanyaku berbasi - stale.

The man turned his head towards me while rubbing his wet forehead with a handkerchief. "Yes, this is Mas. At this hour I have twice back and forth between the pesenan. This is the third time. It's only two or three hours open". Again, wagging - shaking his handkerchief to get wind

"I got this set wrong. Surely Risa is very busy", I muttered while looking at the situation inside. From here I can see Risa who is carrying a tray walking towards the cashier. Looks like he's serving a visitor I thought.

"I'm going in first, Mom". My interest is in the person I consider a courier. Because he said he was delivering orders. That means her job is a courier, right ?

"Oh yes Mas. Go ahead".

I entered the shop whose entire front and left side walls were made of glass. My steps are a little wide towards the cashier table. I wait for the cashier I know from his name tag named Selly to finish serving visitors who want to pay.

"Excuse me, Ma'am... " I said as the visitor in front of him had changed.

Selly looked and smiled. "Yes, Sir. Somebody can... "

"Rendy... " The voice of a woman took my eyes off the cashier. I found the woman who had called me waving her hand while hinting to approach her.

"Just a minute, Ma'am". My reaction to the cashier's clerk was polite. Then he approached the woman who called me. "Wulans. Buy some cake ?". I started to feel stale.

Wulan has been my schoolmate since Junior High. I dated her for only a month. He asked me to turn it over a few times but I refused. I don't like his spoiled and possessive attitude. As usual, without a cue - he immediately grabbed my arm and struggled spoiled there. "Yes, I'd like to buy some chocolate cake. Bayarin, yes". His ink with a spoiled tone.

"Okay, no problem". Reply lightly. I started looking - looking. My eyes scanned every storefront that the other buyers came to.

"O yes, Ren. What cake do you want ?"

I glanced at Wulan at a glance then again circulated my gaze again. "I'm still confused as to what cake to look for". Answer thus.

"I helped you choose, huh ?". Wulan pulled my arm towards the nearest storefront cabinet to look at the cookies. One hand was still twitching on my arm while the other hand was on my chin as if weighing the cake I wanted to choose for me.

Wulan pulled my arm back to move to another storefront cabinet. His mouth murmured indistinctly as his index finger continued to point at the cakes displayed there. As for me, my eyes were not at all fixed on the cake - the cake that was plastered in front of him.

I saw Risa coming out of the kitchen. This time he did not bring cake. Instead of carrying a large plastic box containing cake boxes ordered by buyers. He continued to walk to the exit of the store and continued to walk toward the courier who was still standing near the parking lot of the motorcycle. Without a second thought I removed Wulan's hand from my arm and immediately followed Risa out.