Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 183

The phallus accompanied Arya and Salim to the house of Haji Udin. Not brave, it's just that Lingga is afraid of emotions. Not necessarily Pak Haji Udin know for the actions of his son. So... does the Hajj sir have to be responsible???

Lingga drove his car that was riding Arya and also Salim. If Salim usually drives his employers, this time it is Lingga who drives the car.

His current status is Lingga's in-law. And apparently, Linga does not distinguish the status between Arya and herself even though only in-laws.

About twenty minutes, the car they were driving had arrived in the courtyard of the Hajj man's house. True as the son of the hajj sir said, the house of Haji Udin is being renovated. Only, his side house seems to still be habitable.

All three get off the car. Linga glanced at the house of the lonely Haji Udin sir. But in the house that is being renovated there are some workers.

They looked at the presence of Lingga and two adult men. They know Lingga as a person who is quite in the village. In addition to rich works, Lingga and his family are known to be kind and humble.

"Assalamualaikum!", Lingga gave greetings to some workers.

"Walaikumsalam, Aden!", send their greetings to the Linga.

"Punten mang, haji aya sir in imah teu?", asked Lingga on one of them.

"Hampura den, hajj sir.again to the police station!", he replied. The phallus was not surprised, but he was also quite disappointed because the Hajj sir was not there when he would finish his business.

Arya and Salim did not interfere in the conversation between Lingga and the house worker Haji Udin.

"Have he been away long?", asked Lingga again.

"From nine in the morning Den! Sorry den, if I may know what is necessary? God willing I tell him!", said the worker who seems to be one of the foremen because of the way he dresses more neatly.

"Eum..Maybe next time! God willing, we will be back again in the afternoon!", said Lingga at last. Where might he want to wait for the hajj sir who is not clear when to return. There are still more things you can do than wait for the uncertain.

"Well Den, I will tell you if den Lingga is here!", said the foreman.

But beyond their estimates, it turns out that Pak Haji Udin entered his yard using his motorcycle maticnya. In a bit of a hurry he approached Linga.

"Assalamualaikum!", said Haji sir.

"Halaikumsalam!", answered them all. Lingga also looked at the figure of the Hajj sir.

"Nak Linga? Let's enter! Sorry, it's been a long wait huh?", said Pak Haji not tasty. Moreover, he saw the expression of Arya's flat face without a smile at all.

Linga looked at both her papa and her in-laws. Arya nodded softly, she agreed to the Hajj sir's proposal to talk about their problems inside so as not to be heard by outsiders, workers for example.

"Yes sir Hajj!", sahut Lingga. After that, the three handsome men of different ages followed behind Pak Haji entering the house that was not renovated.

"Please sit Nak Lingga!", said Pak Haji, inviting Lingga and others to sit.

"It turns out that Hajj sir. But I'm sorry, frankly I'm here to solve the problem..."

"I'm really sorry, Lingga boy! I admit I was wrong! I am not very good at educating my children!", said the Hajj sir bowed lethargicly. The wife of the hajj sir died a few years ago, the old man lived alone in the house.

"Why did the Hajj sir tell me that there is no problem or land dispute that the hajj sir will sell? In fact, the son of the hajj sir is not accepted if the hajj sir will sell it to me?", read Lingga.

"Yes, I admit I was wrong. I don't think my son would mind. After all, in the end, this house will be his later after I am not there!", said Haji Udin lethargic.

For some reason suddenly the heart of Lingga felt compassion for the old figure in front of him. In his old age, he was faced with an unpleasant situation like this.

"Actually I have been to the house of Lingga boy. But it turns out the word son Galuh, son Lingga come here. So, from the police station I immediately rushed home."

The phallus does not.

"Nak Lingga!", suddenly Haji Udin gathered in front of Linga. Linga was surprised by the attitude of the Hajj sir.

"Astaghfirullah, hajj sir what the hell is this?", the phallus becomes unpleasant on its own.

"I'm sorry on behalf of my son. I will compensate for the loss of nak Lingga about the breakdown of car glass. Likewise with the cost of care for Lingga and Galuh."

"Does the Hajj think that easy?", asked Lingga who raised the old body so as not to rest in front of him.

"I know, son, what my son did was fatal. But all this, because of my mistake!", said the Hajj sir with regret.

"Yes, nak Lingga. It's okay!", said the hajj sir.

"But sorry, about the report to the police I can not unplug" Lingga said.

"It's okay with Lingga, let this be a lesson for my child! In order for him to feel deterred, will not repeat his mistake again!", the Hajj sir seems resigned.

"So the problem is clear, right?", asked Arya who was silent from earlier.

"Already sir!", replied the hajj sir to Arya.

"Then we say Hajj. Forgive me if any of my words or actions make the Hajj sir less pleasing!", said Lingga with a polite tone as possible.

"It's okay with Lingga. Really, I should be the one apologizing to the family nak Lingga. And insyaallah car glass nak Lingga will be repaired soon. I'll send the workshop guy to Lingga's house."

"Thank you in advance, Hajj. Assalamualaikum!", saying Lingga.

The three of them left the house of Hajj. Linga so did not have the heart to see the old figure was living alone and troubled with his son. Supposedly in his old age, he was enjoying his old age with happy days.

But his name is alive too! Problems will always exist!

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"Udah no need to buy land there?", asked Arya who was sitting in the back bench. Salim was sitting next to the Linga driving.

"Better not pa?", Lingga asked.

"Papa hope so. How do you think Lim is?", asked Arya to Salim who several times replied to chat from no one.

"I think it's best that you don't have to take the land. In addition to its position under the garden Abang, it seems the land there is too unstable. Especially if it is rainy season. And..I think, if the land is made a place to live..kurang.kurang..comfort only for the future!", replied Salim. The phallus knitted both of its eyebrows.

"Where does Abah know?", asked Lingga in wonder. Salim chuckled softly.

"Originally true nebak!", said Salim. If Linga responds to the answer it is a joke, not with Arya. He was sure, what Salim said was not arbitrary. The man knew very well what Salim had been with him for many years.

"Ga, the ground on the left side is empty, why not just make it there? The point is you have your own home! Actually.papa is also able to provide a home for papa's daughter-in-law and grandchildren!"

"Pa, Lingga also want to give a good place that is worthy of Lingga's wife and children from Lingga's own efforts!", said Lingga a little offended, maybe!

"I'm actually the same, want to have my own house with your mother-in-law Bang! Moreover, the house was the legacy of his late father's brother. Abah has no right at all. It's just that you don't want to make your sister and mom misunderstand."

Linga understood Salim's words. After all, they were both a man, a husband, a father. Although Salim has not really felt what it is like to have a biological child. But at least he already had Galuh and Sham as children. Moreover, both of them grew into good-natured figures.

"You talk to your wives later! Don't let the problem go anywhere. No papa wants to sok advising you Ga! Papa learns from experience. All decisions must be carefully considered. Do not let it later will only cause regret later on! Like. papa's mistakes over the years. Especially for you, your son and daughter-in-law!", said Arya.

"Yes Pa!", sahut Lingga brief. He didn't know what to answer because it wasn't a question.

Salim also did not follow the conversation between the father and the child. Not felt, their car is already in the yard Galuh house again.

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After a few days of being busy with all the. Wants to go up every day, but what is power. It turns out that the busyness of real life can not be invited to compromise with the world.

The impact.yes this is how. God willing, try to finish this piece of writing. Hope someone is waiting for me 😭😭😭😭 but yes....

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