The Beginning of a Famous Writer
Loyalty of a wife

"Bund, it's been three weeks we make cakes, but still not satisfactory, even there are still unsold from week to week, such as in Aty's shop. It's been three weeks that nothing's been done yet." Say husband with his les.

"Well, who is patient. Maybe we haven't had our sustenance in Aty's stall. But in the other four stalls there is our sale, yes, although it still leaves a few packages" I also comforted my husband.

"Yes bund, tomorrow will be the time to be replaced again there, hopefully tomorrow there is a development from the week of the previous week, bund. Means there are three hundred packs of our cake yes bund" said husband hopeful.

"Hopefully yeah! Yes, I hope tomorrow I come home from the stall Aty bu no longer carrying the rest of the cake, which is home empty-handed, but there is a sheet of cuan in the bag of gifts from Aty ma'am." I also actually hope this cake is used up every time my husband changes it from week to week.

"Aamiin, yes Rabb." Husband says he wishes as much as I do.

The cookies we make are durable, we will replace the cake after a week we leave it at a stall. But at Aty's shop he wouldn't let us carry the previous one, even if it wasn't sold. He asked us to keep the new without bringing the old, Aty reasoned because the cake is durable, so it does not need to be replaced first. Maybe also Aty ma'am pity us, because we do not have a place of acquaintance anymore to leave this cake, so the husband just agree with the idea of Aty ma'am.

During this time we filled five stalls, and I also brought to school, at school later I just put it on the table, then the friend who wants will take it by itself, for the price I left the note on the table. While I have traveled from class to class to carry out my main duties.

"Ndri cake is delicious yes, make nagih, sweet fit." Say buk Mira during the break.

"Yes, good, if you've eaten once the luggage wants to eat constantly." Timpal buk Noni.

"Gee, thank God buk, accept his praise, I'm so ashamed." I said while blushing.

We do not have complete tools to make cakes, such as ovens, mixers, so we only make cake that is only the process through the frying, besides being durable, also delicious, and liked by all people, and good to be a friend to relax accompanied by tea or coffee in the afternoon.

To be taken to school I wrapped it deliberately different for other warungs. If in the stalls only a package for two thousand rupiah, while to go to school I wrap the contents of a quarter.

Our pastry cake is also not one kind, there are three sometimes four kinds, so that if at the school that I initially only brought two kilograms a day, so, now thank God it has reached four kilo grams every day.

Either because the kasian is either a friend who really needs a snack to relax at home, so every day the cake I bring to school is always running out. Yes, although the benefits are not large, but at the very least, able to meet the needs of the kitchen and snacks for children every day.

My monthly salary I deliberately used to meet monthly expenses, such as Rey's monthly money, electricity payments, and we still have bank installments. And also to buy rice.

I have nothing, I have no rice fields, so we have to buy rice, well every payday I have bought it for rice for a month, because I think the most important thing is that we have rice, rice, there is no sambal we can still eat even though only accompanied by fried chili and a packet of crackers, can still make us not to starve anymore.

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Besides writing I was told by a kind author who taught me, so that I would promote writing in the writing community on one of social media. So that our stories are widely known and read by readers.

I also tried the advice given by the author, but somehow wrong so that my story promotion post was not accepted, I tried to various community writing groups, but the results remain the same, my post is always rejected.

It turns out that after I asked, my social media got spam, for that for the next two weeks I still will not be able to promote. But I don't give up, I still post a new chapter every day. Although not many readers.

Jampun showed at twelve in the evening, the atmosphere was already very quiet, maybe all eyes had enjoyed his rest, while we still forced him to remain faithful to accompany us to finish the work.

"Bund, it's been a night like this, you still haven't slept. I feel guilty, Bund, if I had a job, maybe you wouldn't have suffered like this."

"Well, I'm used to it like this, you know, before we got married, I've been working side jobs too. Even since college I've been used to sleeping late at night. Because he had to help om at the restaurant, which happened to be the time he just pioneered the restaurant. Until I finished college and became an honorary, after school I still help om at home eating, until late at night. So don't think about it, we just pray that we are always given health, and that my heart and your heart are always kept faithful, until whenever, and whatever our circumstances."

"Yes, aamiin, thank you, bund." While embracing this body into his arms.

"Ah yes, how is the fish? Have many hatched?" I said while breaking down the embrace.

"There are already, and there are still those who have not been bund, who are already small, can not be sold, at most two months can only be sold. While waiting for the big fish, I want promotion in the ornamental fish-loving community. There are many members, even many from abroad as well. If we can sell it abroad, the money's pretty good." The husband explained at length.

"Gee, my lady took care of him very seriously."

"Yes donk bund, must be treated like caring for the child himself, so the results do not disappoint bund."

"Gee. Hahaha the victim of this ad the father of the duo bocil." I said as I passed to the bathroom, intending to clean myself up and go to sleep immediately.

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In the morning at seven we had left for school, using the only motorbike. The front is already filled with cake to sell at school, and also for the Aty shop, a substitute for the previous cake. Rey got up first and sat behind her father. After greeting and hugging Aihzan my little daughter, I also passed by riding a motorcycle seat, and husband immediately gas.

After driving us to school, my husband went straight to Aty's shop.

Arrive there. His eyes glared as if in disbelief.