I Love U Honey's
Fruit Market

A few hours later, Sarah finished teaching Bellova a lesson. During the lesson hours, Sarah just sat down and chewed the tart to the brim of her mouth. And Bellova, just self-taught, is still learning to write. But there was another lesson she wanted.

It's almost 4 p.m., Sarah wants to go back home. The cream of the cake is still attached to the edge of Sarah's lips, and one tart cake batter runs out, even the cream that sticks to the edge of the place was licked.

“Alright Ms. Bella, because the study hours are over, it's time for me to go home,” Sarah stood up, tidied up the books and put them in the bag.

“How about my writing Mom, is-

“Still the same Bu Bella, probably because it is old and never studied for a long time, your hands are still stiff. But take it easy, I can definitely wait for the progress of your fingers, do not be discouraged ya.” he said fake smile.

“Oh yes Ma'am, can I ask for something no?”

“What's Bu?” Bellova stood before Sarah.

“I had no time to buy meat for my husband in a hurry, and I saw there is meat in your refrigerator, if you do not mind, may I not borrow it first, I will not borrow it, tomorrow I change again?”

Bellova frowned, hesitating to give it to Sarah. He scratched his back head to give an answer.

‘Think what the hell long time right.’

Sarah took the initiative on her own way to the kitchen, “I just ask for a little, my husband starved at home. It's noon this way, surely the meat in the garage is also up.” He said while walking straight into the kitchen.

Bellova followed Sarah from behind. Between hesitation, awkwardness and uneasiness he forbids Sarah.

***

An hour later. Since Sarah came home from her home, Bellova sat pensively on the sofa. His face felt

guilt and confusion. The end of his clothes was folded several times small.

How many times had Abraham knocked on the door, but Bellova had not opened it. At last the phone at home rang.

“Hallo?”

“Yes for Love, where are you?” abraham's voice was upset.

“Bram?”

“Yes, it's me, your husband. Where are you now?”

“I'm home, why?”

Abraham did not answer him immediately, but his breathing was clear, a very deep sigh. Like getting angry but still trying to control it.

“Bram?”

“Now, open the door,” tell Abraham.

“Abraham where is it?”

“In front of door, now open the door.” At the door, Abraham closed his eyes, adjusting the volume of his voice so as not to sound angry by his wife.

“You're home? Why-why

“Later ask my wife. Now, go, to, door, and, open!” still trying to resist the intonation of his tone.

Bellova hung up the phone and ran towards the door.

Chequek!

“Bram, why don't you knock on the door?”

“Already, how many times have I tapped it, but you still don't open it either. I thought you weren't home so I called,” Abraham came in, just took off his shoes. Bellova tidied up her husband's shoes.

Her husband landed his ass and sat on the couch. Bellova was still at the door and silent.

“What are you doing there? You don't want to come here?” he looked back.

“I-iya, I close the door first.”

While waiting for his wife, Abraham saw Bellova's writing and stationery.

“Sorry, the writing is still ugly,” Bellova has come and stood before Abraham.

“Just put it this way for what you're apologizing for, it's not a big mistake. Can you get me some cold water? I'm so thirsty.” Abraham still looked at his wife's book.

“Iya, briefly yes,” Bellova go to the kitchen.

“This is the drink,” Bellova came, with a glass of cold water still there is the ice cubes.

“Thank you,” without waiting, he instantly finished his drink in one gulp.

“Ah, so relieved. You're not getting ready?” put the glass back on the table, while looking at Bellova.

“Where?”

“To the fruit market, have you forgotten?”

“Oh, yes. I'm ready.”

“Don't want to change clothes first?”

“No, my clothes are still clean, do not smell and sweat,” kissed his clothes on the arm.

“OK, okay, no need to kiss her like that.”

Abraham stood up, tidied back his uniform, “Alright, let's go.”

“Iya.”

No need to go to the room to change clothes or dress up, just bring her small bag.

After locking the door, they left.

Elsewhere, Sarah is cooking food for her and her husband.

“There is a good thing I work there, besides getting lots of fruit, there are lots of other meats and vegetables. Wonderful, who lives only the two of them, but why the refrigerator is so full”

“What are you cooking Bu?” sarah's husband came behind her and saw her cooking.

“Beat rendang cooking, soon mateng,” he said stirring the cuisine.

“Where do you buy?”

“I didn't buy it.”

“Terus?”

“I asked my student. Well, even though he's old and married, but he's my student now, starting from me teaching him. Please prepare the plate and rice on the table, I will move it.”

Abraham and Bellova just arrived at the fruit market, in one area of Jakarta. They walked to get inside and parked the car. The merchants called them to come to their place.

Bellova looked left and right, which places she wanted to choose to pick fruit.

Abraham followed him from behind, not too far from his wife, while occasionally looking at his watch and cell phone.

Since Bellova had already stopped at the fruit shop she had chosen, Abraham waited for her to finish choosing.

“Reduce dong Bu the price, very expensive, usually not as expensive as this price,” bargain Bellova on sweet fragrant mango in hand.

“Gak can not be less, it's the fitting price. If reduced again, what for us again?”

Abraham heard his wife and the salesman talking about the price. He who is still busy with replying to messages from Adley briefly saw the salesman's merchandise.

Look at the fruit sold well and make him interested, “Already, just get Love, no need to bargain again,” said Abraham without whispering. The salesman who heard it was delighted that the man had no problem with the price.

“But Bram, that time, when I bought it the price was not this expensive.”

“Nothing, just buy this one, no need to worry about the price.”

“Well so Sir. We small traders do not take much profit, just a little. The price of the fruit is also sometimes not necessarily, can go up, can also go down. Not to mention if there are rotten fruits, but we buy them cash and they do not reduce rotten goods.” The mother of the seller wishes to be pitied.

“Ya. I want to buy it.”

Because his wife agreed, Abraham again focused on his cellphone which had stopped because of Bellova's voice.

In one of those fruit shops, Bellova had gotten whatever fruit they wanted. Korean pears, apples, mangoes, grapes and bananas. Purchased was not about two kilos, but 8 kilos. Because they both love to eat fruit. In fact, almost every midnight they wake up and want to eat fruit.

“Is there anything else to buy?” abraham asked, he carried more plastic groceries than Bellova.

“Mmm, how ya,” Bellova again hesitated to say it. He scratched his head, but it didn't itch.