Beautiful Policeman
THE MANILA VILLAGE
From the bus, the Manila troupe was immediately welcomed warmly by the family of Pak Ajie and Sujiarti who were none other than Uncle and Aunt from Manila.
"Welcome to our reot hut" said Uncle Manila to greet the Manila group who have now got off the bus and stand in front of him.
Manila immediately kissed the backs of Uncle and aunt who continued to hug to release the kangea.
"Ah, you could have been sir." Lieutenant Bryan replied to Uncle from Manila.
"Manila .. please take everything inside." asked Suhjiarti her aunt Manila.
Manila nodded and immediately invited Lieutenant Bryan and the others to enter his house immediately.
Simple house with classic and natural nuances. Almost all the sky is made of pring wulung (black room).
They all sit in the guest room. And Manila immediately presented them with water coming from a jug to prop up their thirst temporarily.
"Ah .. it feels cold and refreshing in the throat" said Grace who after drinking water out of her glass.
"Really .." asked Bryan who did not believe.
Bryan tried to drink half the water from his glass and momentarily fell silent.
"Yes, you're right, baby. The water felt once walked through the throat and left a natural fresh and cold taste." amazed Bryan who now directly drained the remaining water from his glass.
Manila laughs with city people who rarely or never even find typical pitcher water village people.
"What are you holding, what is Manila?" asked Michael who had been curious about the jug that was still held by Manila.
Manila lifted her vehicle and showed it to Michael.
"This jug is his name. It can be said Tekonya kampung." replied Manila who is a member of Sofia and Michael.
And then Manila poured back the water on the glass of Lieutenant Bryan and Grace in the aftercare of Michael and Sofia who nodded her glass asking for more.
Mr. Ajie and Ms. Sujiarti have now come and sit down to join the Manila troupe in her living room.
"It seems you all look exhausted. As much as you all rest first while waiting for our cooking to cook." said Uncle Ajie to Lieutenant Bryan and others.
"Okay .. so not this good." Bryan scratched his head feeling bad for Mr. Ajie's family who was very friendly to treat him.
Uncle Ajie turns to his son who has the full name Arby Yingjun Sujiarty.
"Arby, please take Mr. Bryan and the others to the room we prepared earlier" Uncle Ajie told his son.
"Yes, Dad." Arby nodded and immediately invited Lieutenant Bryan and the others.
Lieutenant Bryan stepped up and the others followed Arby from behind.
"Please come in, sir" said Arby, who opened the door for Lieutenant Bryan.
Lieutenant Bryan circulated his gaze to the entire room area that would be in his place.
"I'm sorry, if the room we provided. Less pleasing to the heart of a high-ranking officer like you." said Arby, forcing his smile.
Lieutenant Bryan holds Arby's shoulder and smiles.
"This is already so incredible. I'm with my wife, I really like this natural room" Lieutenant Bryan said, dismissing Arby's assumption.
Arby nods and steps out of the room with Lee, Michael and Sofia.
"Sorry, make you wait." Arby moved back to the next room.
And not for long. Now Lee, Michael and Sofia have entered a room that measures slightly larger than Lieutenant Bryan's room and has three beds of course.
"Have three beds?" Michael asked Arby.
"Yes, one for Mr. Lee and you, and the other for me. Ha ... ha .." replied Arby casually.
Lee nudged Michael on the shoulder with his hands feeling bad.
"You don't worry. Sofia will sleep with me." Manila came and immediately took Sofia.
Lee rubbed his chest feeling grateful and happy.
"Yes, I'll take Sofia first into my room." Manila stepped in with Sofia leaving to three adult men who had a decent look of course.
Lee nodded and now began to sit himself on the lip of the bed, turning his back on Michael and Arby.
"I hope you will feel comfortable staying here with us" said Arby who now also began to sit on his bed.
Lee and Michael nodded and began to put their backs on their beds.
Arby got out of bed and now stands up to pick up a new towel bearing gucci in his wooden cabinet.
"Do you guys want to take a shower first" Arby asked Lee and Michael.
Michael and Lee looked at each other and nodded.
"Yes, what a coincidence. My body feels so sticky." replied Michael representing Lee.
Arby gives each of his towels to Lee and Michael. And then take him to a place not so far from their home.
"Where are we taking Lee?" michael asked while carrying a small bucket of soap.
"Of course .. We follow him." replied Lee.
Michael and Lee for a moment looked like a confused person when Arby suddenly stopped his steps in front of a square room in which there was a shower of water from a pipe made of bamboo.
"We took a shower here." said Arby and left Michael stunned.
"Mandi here?" ask Lee again while frowning his forehead deeply.
"Yes, wear this!" Arby gives a pair of color pants for petles (pants to close specifically for bathing) to Michael and Lee.
They nod and begin to strip off their clothes and then give Arby to hang them on a nail that has been available in a tree near the place where he is taking the bath.
"You must be uncomfortable. But this is how it is." explains Arby.
After the three of them used the paint color. Michael scratched his head.
"Is Manila bathing here too?" michael and Arby asked.
"Wah ..." a dirty thought instantly flashed across Michael's head.
Plaque ...
Lee hit Michael on the head and made a direct hit from his slovenly daydream.
"Stop that Viktor, and hurry up and find a partner" said Lee, who was unhappy with his best friend Viktor.
Michael and Lee alternately wet themselves with water flowing from the shower.
"The water is cold" said Michael with a hand rubbing his body with soap.
"Yes, right. It's cold." replied Lee.
When finalized. Arby gives Lee and Michael his new change of clothes.
"Did anyone often peep a shower here?" michael asked with his piety.
"Nothing" replied Arby.
"Come on. We have to go back. Because dinner's ready like that." Take Arby to Lee and Michael while carrying the three of them dirty clothes.