100 Percent Match
Intruder Woman

Valen got out of the cab with a backpack and a small suitcase, not forgetting a tart

the one he ordered last night. Today is her mother's birthday and she wants to

to give a special surprise by flying from Australia yesterday morning and last night

stay at a hotel near his house.

From inside the security post, Pak Agus, one of his home security, even gawked

staring at Valen whose hands were each holding an item. Hand

the left holds the cake dus, while the right hand holds the handle of the suitcase.

Valen wanted to wave his hand, but he did not have a third hand, no

it is polite to use his feet. Where the weather is hot enough, sunburn

also blinding, maybe that's the reason Mr. Agus wears reyben glasses.

"Yes, Mr. Agus does not know me. What I look like is Bu Aminah, the credit-maker

clothes that often pacing this street?" Valen spontaneously scan

appearance of himself ranging from the chest to the tip of the foot.

"Everything is normal, nothing strange" Valen sighed with a frown. "sir

Agus, please help" Valen said with anxiety because Mr. Agus used the event

put down her reyben glasses first, while Valen's right hand was already

tingling due to holding a tart-filled dus.

"Owalaah, Non Valen, anyway? Usually will be picked up Mr or Mrs, Non," said Mr

Agus defended himself. It was fortunate that they were still outside the gate, so it was a commotion

the little between them did not sound inside.

Valen is getting anxious because Mr. Agus even opened the fence first, not help

take the dus tart, or grab the suitcase that only Valen is holding back using

his feet are not slid on a sloping surface.

"Let's get the suitcase, Non. Mr. Agus brought it." Agus offered himself

in the midst of the aggravation that Valen felt.

"The suitcase I bring myself, Sir, the juice please hold first,” said Valen

with a look of annoyed face because of the sultry and also eroding time so as not to be discovered

from inside the house, it can damage the surprise event.

Once you have found a more comfortable hand position, dus tart in the right hand and

the suitcase he pulled with his left hand, Valen put his foot through. His face is already

reddened like a tomato, sweat is also seen melted on the left and right sides

cheeks close to the ears. He lived four years in Australia

make him no longer accustomed to the heat of the sun in Indonesia.

"Sound, Non. Quick in, it's hot in here, Non's skin will be like mine,"

babble Mr. Agus with a face that really looks worried. Wear show

pointing at the skin on his arm as well, signified the security of the house was serious with

his worry.

Valen gasped to see Pak Agus who innocently asked for forgiveness, successfully made a brain

Valen felt stuck, wanted to hit the head of Pak Agus wearing flip-flops. Valens

enter the house through the fence opened by Mr. Agus wide, wide,

he entered without a car. Should have opened a fence that is special access

in-out people without vehicles, more compact and fast.

Once inside the courtyard of the house, the plan is Valen will enter through the side door

because he saw his mother's car was still at home.

"It's this hour, Mama why are you still home? It's usually my birthday, Mama

have lunch with those cherry mothers,” complains Valen as he continues to step up

down the edges of which there are plants.

Valen apparently came at an inopportune hour. As Valen passed through the side garden,

the sound of steps he was very familiar with

clearly caught his hearing.

"Haduuh, Mama just want to leave apparently," said Valen who immediately ducked in

behind rows of dwarf bonsai that are deliberately formed like a fence.

"Sir Agus," cried Mrs Alea who was confused why the fence gate was opened as wide

that's.

"Haduuh, mampus, can fail his surprise if Mr. Agus tells me I came."

Valen frowned and thought about how he could get into the house

unbeknownst.

Mr. Agus moved closer to Mrs Alea, "Yes, Madam."

"That fence was opened, why? Yesterday, it was said, the show will be fitting to eat

night," protested Mrs Alea.

"Oh, yes, Yes. I opened it so that Non Valen can enter" replied Mr. Agus with

plainly while smiling.

"Valent? Where's Valen? Don't bother Agus sir."

"Lha's right, Madam. That was already in his Non Valen," refuted Mr. Agus

with a small laugh and his two palms swiped at each other after the fingers

his thumb pointed towards the house.

"Sir Agus, I fire you later if you have any more ngaco. Valen's in Australia, you

making Pak Agus confused and so scared.

Hearing her mother's voice angry, Valen who was still behind the bonsai plant had to

close his mouth firmly so that the sound of his giggling laughter is not heard.

 "Rubber, Mistress. I'm not lying." Pak Agus continued to defend himself amid his confusion as well.  Pak Agus, who is almost sixty years old, retired government officials, scratched

his head was confused.

"My eyes are still good at getting to know people. I can still recognize that earlier

that's right Non Valen," thought Mr. Agus.

"Bi'Inaaah, Surtiii," Madam Alea shouted again calling two home assistants

ladder.

Valen could hear their words and hasty footsteps.

"Surti, please make Mr. Agus sweet tea. Bi'Inah, this morning Mr. Agus had breakfast

no?"

"Breakfast, Mistress." Bi'Inah and Pak Agus almost simultaneously answered the question of Madam

Aleu.

Bi'Inah's face looked frightened, while Pak Agus was more confused, "What

the connection Non Valen's arrival had with my breakfast, His?" tannya

innocently.

"Non Valen? Is Non Valen coming home, huh?" Bi'Inah also followed confused and

asking, further aggravated Madam Alea's level of confidence towards

the defense of Mr. Agus.

"Makanya Bi'Inah please bring food for Pak Agus. Maybe he's hungry to the point

hallucinating in broad daylight like this," Madam Alea exasperatedly said

walk back into the living room of the house.

Bi'Inah immediately pulled Mr. Agus' arm to bring him to the kitchen.

"If you're hungry, you can say it, sir!"

"Lha wong I'm not hungry yet, Nah," protested Mr. Agus.

“Now Madam tell me to eat." Bi'Inah also does not want to lose to Pak Agus, after all

it was to avoid Madam Alea getting angry.

Bi'Inah still pulled Pak Agus to the kitchen, not caring about rejection

the old man.

"Ealaah, just for a moment Nah', I closed the fence first," continued Pak Agus with

showing his upset face to Bi'Inah.

Valen peeked out from his hiding place, apparently near the fence there was a pull

interesting between Bi'Inah and Pak Agus. Then Surti with his sweet tea glasses only

gawking at the behavior of the two old men.

As the three of them were busy with sparring, Valen rushed in through

the side door and towards the pavilion where the house assistants lived,

including the residence of Pak Agus and Pak Manto, home security.

Between the rows of pavilions, there was one of the doors that opened, Valen went straight in

get there in style.

"Hey, who are you?" ask a young girl with an intentional face

intimidating Valen. Valen was aghast, shocked to the point that his tart almost fell.

"To buseeet, should I ask, who are you? Why is it in my house? "

exclaim Valen fiercely.

Riska squinted her eyes, and approached Valen, looking at him fixedly, "Oh yes, yes,

looks like a picture of my brother I've seen a lot, but where is it?" Risks

patting his cheek with his index finger.

"Any artist?" Riska's face is radiant.

"I'm Bi'Inah's youngest son, sister. Risks. Just came from the village two days ago,"

connect Riska by extending her hand and greeted Valen with a face

annoyed.

“Righted artist ‘kan yes?” chase Riska again to make sure that her conjecture is correct.

Not to be outdone also this young girl, idealism is still very high for

to keep what he believes is right.

"Your bald artist?" hiss Valen with an anxious face, "You must have seen my picture in

this house." Valen answered Riska while patting his own eel and

shake ones head.

"Oohh, ho'oh, brother. Right, right. In this house." Riska blurted innocently

while laughing curled up on his own, not caring about Valen's face

it was like a monster ready to pounce.

"But, why is Brother in this room?" continue Riska again.

"As long as I explain, mending you help me huh, what was his name?"

"Riska, Brother. What do I do for you?”

“Oke, your name is Riska. Help me be the intruder woman in this house,” Valen said with

serious face.

“Includers??”