Child From the Womb Contract.
Part 91's
The driver who drove the Pajero car was difficult to find the Hanifah address, because the Google map used only arrived at the next RT and of course there are still some more RT that must be passed.
"Have you arrived?" lancelot asked the driver.
"No, sir, we have to ask people here because on Google map only get here, I think the residence of Mbak Hani is still far away" said the driver.
The driver got out of his car, politely the driver asked the resident who happened to be relaxing sitting on the front porch of his house, after getting information from the residents the driver went back into his car.
"How's it?" lancelot asked curiously.
"We walk again, sir, still about one kilo more and said the resident father and mother Mbak Hani also just passed by the early road from the market," replied the driver.
"It turns out far too, but still one kilo how do they know Hani's parents?" sahut Dandruff astonishment.
"If the villagers are usually between neighbors with each other, you know each other" said Setu Pon.
"Oh, did they know Hani's family, how did they know that Hani's parents had just passed by?" lancelot asked, also curious about the driver's answer.
"Maybe also sir, because the person said so and they also claimed to know the parents of Mbak Hani." explained the driver.
"After we have reached the Master, in the village is indeed so the Master so it is very easy to find the address we are going to, let alone the name of the person, sir, the village people can be memorized not only in the person only the shape of the house and the color of the paint they memorize how many numbers in the family they also memorize." explained Setu Pon.
"Indonesians are amazing, if in Hong Kong can know neighbors with the wall is already very extraordinary" said Lancelot.
The Pajero car they were riding in kept creeping this time their car crept slowly, several times the driver went down to ask for the address in question, until the car arrived in one of the houses that are very simple, a house without a fence and also small, let the small old man's house Hanifah very neat and beautiful because the yard is filled with vegetables and flowers.
Lancelot and Dandruff accidentally did not get out of his car they asked Setu Pon to help give the parcel to both Hanifah parents. Setu Pon got off the car with a parcel that had been wrapped like a package, Setu Pon stepped towards the house that opened the door but was quiet.
"Assalamu'alaikum!" Setu Pon said his greetings politely.
"Wa'alaikum salam." from within the voice of a woman's voice "Wa'alaikum salam, sorry sir want to find who?" semi asked Setu Pon once out on the terrace to meet Setu Pon who was standing on the terrace while carrying a parcel.
"Sorry, ma'am, is this really the residence of Legi's father and Semi's mother, the parents of Hanifah's mother?" ask Setu Pon politely.
"Surely sir, what do you need?" ask Semi again.
"This is a package for the father and mother of Hanifah from Hong Kong" explained Setu Pon politely.
From the car Lancelot and Dandruff observed the movements of Setu Pon, who handed the parcel to his mother Semi Hanifah.
"Would you read this right mom's name and address?" Setu Pon handed the black parcel politely.
"Thank you sir." said Semi politely, Semi read the address written on the black parcel Semi, memorized the handwriting of her daughter Hanifah "True Sir, sir, it's true the name and address and it's true my son's handwriting." Semi was happy.
"Please excuse me, ma'am, assalamu'alaikum." Setu Pon said goodbye and resigned after handing over the parcel. Semi returned to the house without feeling suspicious of Setu Pon or the car parked in his yard, Semi thought that the delivery of packages from abroad might be different from the introduction of local packages. Setu Pon got back into the car, with a curious welcome by Lancelot.
"How about Mister, that was Hani's mother?" lancelot asked curiously.
"Yes sir, that was his mother Mbak Hani," said Setu Pon. After Setu Pon entered the car the driver began to drive his car to leave the house of Hanifah's parents, not to forget Lancelot or Dandruff took pictures of the circumstances around the house Hanifah.
"Still young," Lancelot praised in Semi "Actually I wonder why more Indonesians wear all-covered clothes, Hani's mother was all covered?" lancelot asked curiously.
"His wife and Mr Pon's family are they?" lancelot asked enthusiastically.
"Yes my son and my wife are also like that, my sister and mother are also dressed like that" Setu Pon said politely.
"What is the purpose of wearing such clothes? wouldn't it be hot and complicated" asked Lancelot curiously.
"Certainly neither complicated nor hot, sir, precisely by wearing their covered clothes the women actually feel comfortable and can also keep their skin from direct sunburn and keep their skin from flying dust dirt, which is very comfortable, as well as being able to maintain her honor as a Muslim woman," explained Setu Pon simply.
"What is the meaning of keeping honor?" now Dandruff also asked Setu Pon a question, out of curiosity.
"Look sir, by wearing closed and loose clothing can keep the woman from the naughty view of the men, you see yourself not visible curves of the body of a woman who wears a hijab and loose clothing, he said, automatically can protect the original body shape," explained Setu Pon simply.
"Isn't that woman's body shape to show off?" ask Lancelot.
"For a devout Muslim, they will only show their body to their halal partners, so the only one who knows the full body shape is her husband, we men definitely choose women who have never been touched by just anyone." explained Setu Pon.
"What's so special about a woman who's dressed loosely and in a headscarf?" Lancelot was curious because Lancelot had been very accustomed to the life of women outside who always showed off his entire curves freely.
"Master if you want to eat a banana, you choose one that is still wrapped in a banana peel or a banana that has been opened without skin?" ask Setu Pon pass Lancelot.
"Of course I choose one that is still wrapped in skin" Lancelot replied enthusiastically.
"Why did you choose a banana that is still wrapped in its skin, why not one that is open without skin?" ask Setu Pon politely.
"The cause that is still wrapped by the skin inside is certainly still clean and smooth has not been contaminated by germs and certainly has not been touched by the hands of others, he said, but if it is already open without skin then the germs are definitely on sticking unhygienic anymore and also of course in terms of taste is also different because of the wind or the touch of someone else's hand." lancelot answered according to his logic.
"To be precise, so does a Muslim woman who wears loose and covered clothes, not just anyone can touch her except her mahram." replied Setu Pon.
"Yes, now I understand why Hani, always dressed in long clothes, all this time I can only see the face, hair, palms and soles of the feet," said Lancelot began to understand a little.
"I think Hani is a man who obeys his Lord." guess Setu Pon.
"I think so, because she has a very different character to the women outside I have known, so that she is still very young Miss Hani has a strong motherly soul, she said, even such a trait I have never found in women I have known including the wives of my friends, and also Hani is very able to take care of himself" Lancelot said.
"How old is Hani?" tanya Setu Pon curious .
"Year, it's twenty-six years." said Lancelot confidently.
"The age is quite appropriate for a woman to have a household," said Setu Pon.
"She was married but her son and husband died not long ago" Lancelot said.
"You're pretty meticulous with your workers' lives, sir?" ask Setu Pon.
"Mr Lancelot did, because every worker's birthday Mr. Lanc must give a bonus to his workers, and the master must trace where he came from and the family of his workers" said Dandruff.
Setu Pon is quite understanding with the way Lancelot thinks, because Setu Pon has often interacted with some of his boss' coworkers who come from home and abroad, and of course with a different way of thinking and perspective.