Driver For The Madam
Chapter 23. Little joke

Bree...

The sound of a motor approaching Sumiyati's house.

Tap..tap...

His footsteps were unusual, he half ran into the house.

" Duh pake locked again", he said with a look that could not be interpreted.

Tok.dok.

" lady...Malik dateng, assalamualaikum", he said again sambi knocked on the door.

" Waalaikumsalam.", a greeting came from inside the house.

Checklek...

The door is wide open. Malik immediately rushed into the back of his house to the bathroom.

" Hais..had rich paan aja nih maen run away anyway", Sumiyati murmured about the behavior of her son.

" Dad why yangti?, run not by Nissa" said Nissa disappointed.

" Tau tuh .kebelet peed maybe your father son" Sumiyati said as she sniffed her shoulders.

Annisa who heard the answer from her grandmother just continued to watch her favorite show with Molly on her lap.

Clamps.The toilet door is open.

" It feels good, fiuhhh.", he said alone while breathing a sigh of relief.

Tap..tap ..tap...

" Dad.", call Nissa to stop when she sees her father coming.

" Dad...where's the pants?", Nissa's job while looking at Malik.

" Pants...?", asked Malik who answered his son's question with a question.

He looked down, and....

" Jeez...cuma use daleman doang", while running towards the toilet of his house back.

" Your father is in a hurry, so he can forget to make pants.ha.ha.ha", Sumiyati laughed.

" Tau tuh nek...kikiki", Nissa just giggled at the look of her father's bod*h who ran away and only used ************* only.

" On the seneng ya.ngeliat father forgot to make pants", Malik sumpul on the child and his mother.

" Pffttt".", her grandmother and granddaughter laughed.

" Part of you is very edgy Lik, thanks is still at home.lha..try it out of the house of the cake, can-can be in the same photo of people, entered the nomination of perverted humans...ha.ha", continued Sumiyati laughing at her son.

" Malik had forgotten mom, really not intentionally, just on the way home, stomach hurt. Nyampe immediately ran backwards" Malik explained.

" Eh.saking leg even forgetfulness make trousers, just go out of the toilet", continued Malik again showed a row of teeth.

" Next time be careful son, don't be banged up again" his mother advised.

" Yes ..bu, sorry yes ", Malik nods yes.

" Why didn't you take a shower? usually you will immediately take a bath at home", asked his mother.

" Oh..tadi Malik thought, wonder too, why the door in the key? it's still afternoon, ma'am. Usually Nissa is the same mother maen on the porch of the house!", Malik's wonder expressed his feelings.

Is.deg...

Sumiyati's heart skipped a beat faster when Malik asked about the door that was locked. Her memory returned this morning when the woman met her and her granddaughter.

" Ehm...oh.that's son, that's more vehicles passing by, I'm worried about Nissa's health, so I invite you to watch tivi, the key mother of the door for fear of us falling asleep here", he lied while pointing to his seat cross-legged.

Sumiyati did not want to add to the burden of Malik's mind, she covered up the incident this morning at her house. One day he will tell me everything.

The three of them continued their afternoon activities inside the house, waiting for the head of the family to come and bring the vegetables today. Sugeng cultivate his friend's land, the results are divided equally. Today is harvest time, which is why he was not home from this morning.

Hdp,tokkk,tokkkk.

" Assalamualaikum, where is everyone?", cried an old man's voice at the door.

" Waalaikumsalam sir, wait a minute", half-running towards the front door.

Sugeng who just came put the harvest in the form of long beans and eggplant in his home cot.

Clique.....

The locked door is open.

" Why should I be locked to mom? not usually ", asked Sugeng suspiciously.

" Why don't you, sir, on purpose, we're in all the dariitadi until now, so we lock the door". Sumiyati was clear to her husband.

" Aubergines can ration 1 sack, long beans as well, later can be cooked as necessary and stored a little, the other tomorrow the mother sells in the market yes", tell Sugeng while pointing vegetables on the cot earlier.

" Thank God, sir, it can be a lot. The money, have you received from the harvest?", asked Sumiyati.

" Already ma'am, it was immediately taken by the collectors, so it was immediately filled with money", while patting his bag containing.

" Thank God sir, I'll call Malik first, let him take her inside the house", while leaving her husband and calling Malik who plays with Nissa in front of Tivi.

Malik follows ibunys forward.

" Wah.panennya dapet ration a lot yes sir", said Malik while looking at 2 large sacks containing vegetables.

" Rejeki kita nak" said Sugeng with a smile.

They enter the house, Sumiyati prepares a makeshift dinner with the ingredients.

The men in this house just sit while waiting for the Maghrib to arrive, not to forget, Nissa who always accompanied their chattering days cheerfully.

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Somewhere different.

" Yanti....you why do belom cook?", asked Andi who just returned from the workshop.

Today he started working in the morning for 1 week. His stomach was hungry, unable to wait for nightfall.

" The kitchen is very little mas, so I do not cook. If forced to cook even not delicious" replied Rosyanti.

" Yes already ..buy instant noodles first there, make this odd stomach", while thrusting a sheet of blue money.

" If the money is this way, all buy kitchen ingredients huh mas?", asked Rosyanti.

" It's up to you, but hunt buyin instant noodles, you cook noodles first for me yes!, now I want to take a shower first, very sultry", said Andi as she stepped towards the bathroom.

" Tumben he gives more money, usually he who buys kitchen ingredients", said Ros in his heart.

Rosyanti takes the opportunity to shop next door and take her change. He had to collect dime for the fare of the village ojek next door.

" Mayan, the rest I can keep in mind", he muttered alone.

Evening arrived, Andi who was still full from eating instant noodles had decided to watch the show on television, Ros who had dinner alone still thought about the incident a few days ago. He still hopes to see Nissa again.

" Do I ask permission to work?, so that Nissa walopun nyamperin bentar, but what mas Andi ngijinin?", his mind raged about everything.

Rosyanti was sitting with Andi in front of Tivi, she looked at Andi while thinking about her idea.

" Duh, how is this..do I ask ya?", inner Rosyanti restless.

" There is no harm in trying, just time diijinin, any time there are angels through the trus can ngabulin my desire", murmured Rosyanti slowly.

" You got Yan anyway?, how rich is that uneasy?", asked Andi suspiciously while looking at the look on his wife's face.

" Ehm.actually-ehm...Yanti wants permission Aan mas", he asked nervously.

" Permission? where are you going? use the event permission all, you can not roam in this village!", he said casually while sipping a cigarette in his hand.

" Gini you know....Yanti tuh want to ask for a work permit, in the next village there is a food stall that needs chef energy, so I want to work there mas", pinta Rosyanti.

" What did you say? work? are you wrong?", asked Andi repeatedly.

Andi who was surprised because of the ridiculous request from his wife could only shake his head while glaring at his wife.

" In the village next door you want to work what would you like to find your ex-husband?, already Yan, you do not need to macem-macem" Andi told his wife.

Rosyanti again felt disappointed, she hoped too much for her husband. Although she knew from the beginning what her husband's decision was like.