Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Syah²

"Shaka, what are they doing? Watch ondel-ondel?" From inside the car Eric circled his gaze in all directions, the place where the residents crowded like to watch a BTS concert.

"They may want to see the future father-in-law of Mr. Murad, young master." Answer Baskara personal assistant aged 30 years, the habit of Baskara children always call their assistant assistant by name only despite his older age.

"Huh?" Eric was astonished by his own home away from the settlement, the spoiled young man seemed strange with the enthusiasm of the local community to see the impromptu event Hayu Diajeng who he said in the application of the son of the owner of a large company.

"Are we really ondel-ondel see that?" Rutuk Eric's.

"We've just come down, try to get Murad's business done as soon as possible," Sambar Raka who seems to have not felt at home linger far from his wife's child "Gue has missed Baby Zee with his Mommy." Further venting.

"Where's mommy bang? Kan Mommy Baby Zee there are two!" Sentil Eric's.

THE PLAQUE! Not that the pain Eric actually giggled to his brother.

Irma glanced sharply at her eldest "Raka, don't hit the youngest head!" His protest.

"....." Raka did not say a word anymore, the man was still loyal with an agitated look.

One by one they got off the four-wheeled vehicle and a warm welcome from Hayu's front neighbor crept.

"Monggo please." Welcoming her friendly smile which was then answered with a friendly smile Baskara and Irma, while Raka was still with a look of gegana, while Eric looked furrowed staring at the holes in the muddy ground that was hit by heavy rain overnight.

"Sir, Pi, are we seriously going through this? Eric's limited edition shoes can dirty Pi." Eric whispers in his father's ear and turns to his father's personal assistant "Shaka, you try to get me a red carpet!" Songong. And the man only showed her a sweet smile.

"Already, now we follow the plot, your kasian bang Murad inside alone." Irma who snatched her flower restlessness.

With some loyal people also watched by the residents, Baskara and his family entered the alley to the house of his future son-in-law.

"Oah, handsome handsome tenan ee, ..." Whisper the neighbors whisper when they see the two handsome sons of Baskara.

After passing through the muddy dirt puddle finally the four can also satronize Hayu's simple house, apparently the youngest still do not clearly complain about the expensive shoes dirty.

"Pi, ..." Murad welcomed their arrival by kissing the backs of his father's and mother's hands, solemn.

"Where's your future wife?" Ask Baskara.

"There's something inside, but her aunt won't let us take her before she's officially married. So Miko and Pak Rahmat brought the ruler too," Murad explained to his family, especially his father "So, does Papi approve? And Murad is marrying Hayu today?" Ask with a hopeful look.

"All Papi leave it to you, so it is better, what else your future wife is orphaned, may you get a reward, marry a woman to be prosperous." Baskara patted his son's back proudly.

"Hieleh, actually married to prosper bang? Mostly because the bohay chick semok." Sambar Eric sneered while raising the tip of his lips.

"Riii..." Irma glanced at her youngest son, the habit of sneering the young man did like to provoke the anger of his two brothers, no wonder if he often received blows on his head. Raka is still engrossed in her own cell phone, continuing to text her wife.

Seconds passed quickly after the application was over Baskara and his family went back to the hotel to rest and then right after performing the Maghrib prayer they returned to the house of Hayu.

The ruler was eager to confirm Hayu Diajeng's marriage to Murad Earl at eight o'clock tonight. Rich people, can prepare everything quickly without obstacles, from food catering to the clothes of the two brides, after all this is a simple event that does not require complicated things.

Murad was ready with his expensive shirt sitting cross-legged in front of the ruler accompanied by Eric and Raka who also sat cross-legged on his right and left sides, while Baskara and Irma were sitting next to Jenar and Rendra, apparently only two families who attended Hayu's wedding the rest of the neighbors.

His show was sudden so Baskara only brought cash to become his dowry. And the red clap that was lined up on the akad table had astonished all the eyes that looked so much.

Eventually, all eyes were directed in the same direction, namely the bride-to-be who just came out of her room with a flawless makeup and a beautiful green kebaya that Grace and her wife prepared suddenly.

"Crazy, gorgeous bini lu bang, ..." Eric chirps with a gaping mouth in admiration staring fixedly at the pretty face of Hayu Diajeng.

"Awas ajah until you have a crush on my bini candidate!" Murad said without looking at his sister, his gaze was attached to the beautiful face of Hayu Diajeng.

"Aren't you bang anymore? This one in the village? I want to too!" Connect Eric.

"Now again, only my wife is so beautiful!" Timpal Murad the two brothers still had time to put it down indistinctly, while Raka just smiled to welcome the arrival of the prospective sister-in-law, talking about the sense of Raka had stuck to one beautiful woman, no other woman can rival the beauty of Pinkan in the eyes of the presidential candidate director.

Slowly Hayu sat down next to Murad with a face that looked down in shame, in his heart pounding violently, unruffled, it turns out that tonight she will also be the wife of a handsome young man who eight months ago helped her in Britain.

One of the reasons that made Hayu willing to accept, Murad was the one who actually helped him from the mafia, because the young man he could return to his beloved homeland without obstacles, he said, if there is no Murad maybe he is currently still a prisoner of the love of the ruthless mafia whose weapons have been anchored to many crocodile holes, Hayu also had time to think about it all night.

"You're beautiful, Baby." Murad's whisper in the ear of his future wife makes Hayu look down even more embarrassed made, although it has not displayed a face of peace on the young man.

"Where? Can we go straight to the deal?" Ask pengghulu.

"Just go ahead, the sooner the better!" Baskara's decree that makes his second son smile happily, it turns out his father still considers him a son, he does not discriminate his son, he does not discriminate his son, evident from the way Baskara is very enthusiastic to support his business even though Hayu is not from a family.

"Well, assalamualaikum, ...." Penghulu gave his greetings before then conveying his ijab and answered the qobul of Murad Earl.

"Dad? Shah! Shah!"

As quickly as that status Hayu Diajeng changed into a wife, although all this time Rendra and Jenar did not take care of the girl but now they seem happy.

Everyone also looked very happy with their own excited faces.

"You're my wife now Baby." Murad said, then gently dyed the woman's forehead.

Tears peering in the corner of Irma's netra began to plunge uncompromisingly "Congratulations dear, welcome to our family." The woman also softly kissed her daughter-in-law's forehead making Hayu increasingly powerless to withstand the clear circles that are already full behind the eye fertilizers.

"Mother's." For the first time after her mother left her fifteen years ago, Hayu only called for the call back. Really, the taste of haru was so bubbling in his chest.

"Call Mami, you too are now my daughter." Said the woman, a good woman who loved her son very much, and that made Irma Ratri never escape the blink of an eye Baskara Lindu for more than three years together.

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