Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Farewell Party

"I was fired" said Gandhi, smiling.

The goddess looked sad after hearing it, she could not help but hold back tears. Chaca moved up and sat down beside the Goddess.

"Sir, play here often. The door of this house is always open for you," said Chaca rubbed the arms of the Goddess.

The goddess nodded, "But I will lose the friendly and patient boss of Mr. Gandhi. Nobody protects us anymore if we stumble into trouble. There will be no more warm atmosphere in the hotel," he lowered his head while wiping his tears that continued to drip.

Gandhi sighed, he also grieved that he had to lose a co-worker that he had considered like family. However, inevitably they had to accept the decision taken by Handoyo.

"There's still Andra, Dew," Gandhi said

The goddess turned her face to Andra. The man looked at her not understanding. Then the goddess lifted her lips.

"Sir Andra is fierce, emotional. No one can be as rich as Mr. Gandhi" he said slowly.

Andra is not evasive. He admitted that it was from a long time ago so his nature. Can not be denied, Andra was actually sad because all this time they always faced problems together. Well, despite Gandhi's frequent troubles.

"Maybe it's time for you to hold your papa Gan's company" Andra sighed softly.

"I'm not ready yet" Gandhi said.

Chaca who had just been silent listening distracts. "Udah ah, don't be sad. We're doing a farewell show, honey. Bang Andra will invite all the friends here" he said with a smile.

The Goddess and Andra nodded quickly. They agree with Chaca's idea. Andra immediately pulled out her phone giving an ultimatum to all her subordinates to make a meeting to this address. But he did not tell me the real reason.

Unwilling to waste a lot of time, they rushed to the nearest supermarket. For their duties, Andra and Dewi bought some party supplies while Gandhi and his wife were busy ordering food. Not enough time to cook.

Dewi called Gandhi saying that they went home first to decorate the location. The key to the house is placed under the welcome mat. So they can get in. Unbeknownst to the host, he bought a cake as well.

Gandhi and Chaca were busy buying snacks and soft drinks. They had ordered some rice boxes and requested that they be delivered home immediately.

Now, Dewi and Andra have arrived at Gandhi's house. They rushed in, feeling like home.

"Sir, his wife wasn't sent here?" ask the Goddess to remind. He was scared of just the two of you with Andra. It was nothing, what he feared was the views of the people around.

"Oiya, just a moment," said Andra reaching for a phone call to Amel.

Andra rejoined the Goddess. They deftly blew out a few balloons and stringed them together. Thirty minutes later, they were done. It's simple, because of the urgent time.

The goddess saw their work. He stood in front of the background and returned to tears, remembering that he would soon lose the figure of a wise leader.

Before long, Gandhi and Chaca had reached home. They were surprised by the arrival of Amel who was standing in front of the house.

"Master Amel!" chaca hugged Amel putting down the groceries.

"Who, Gandhi, Chaca? You ...."

Gandhi also nodded his head with a smile on his face. "This is our home, Ma'am. Let's go in," Chaca pulled Amel's arm.

They step in tandem. Both Gandhi's hands were full of their many grocery bags. Because Chaca forgot about it.

Andra hugged her when she saw Amel coming. The goddess who saw him only sighed and looked away.

"Jomlo can what? Yes, not lon?" the Goddess stared at the balloon in her hand.

Chaca patted her shoulder, "May soon follow ya Ma'am Dewi. Hope you get the right people" Chaca said.

They threw smiles at each other and walked to the table and served food and drinks. When everything was ready, they took a shower.

The Goddess's body size was the same as Chaca's, so Chaca asked her to wear her dress. There were some new dresses she had never worn. At first, Dewi is not good, but Chaca continues to force her.

"Mbak, wear it. I've never worn it. Consider it a thank you because Ma'am wants to help this event," said Chaca sincerely.

"Thank you a lot, Cha," said the Goddess.

Chaca nodded and went out of the room to bring a change of clothes for her husband who was bathing in another room. He sat down and began to decorate his face.

He was still wearing a towel that was just wrapped around his waist.

"Mas! The croquet is ngagetin," his grunts flicked his lips when he saw his eyeliner deviate far away.

Gandhi laughed restrainedly. He then helps Chaca clean the stain with a wet tissue. Chaca kept grumbling.

"I'm sorry, honey, it's clean" Gandhi said, kissing his wife's forehead.

Gandhi walked to the bed, wearing the clothes that Chaca had prepared. While Chaca continued the activity of polishing her face thin.

Gandhi grabbed a towel wrapped around Chaca's hair. He rubbed it slowly, then took off the towel. The man took a hairdrayer to dry his wife's hair.

"Mas, many love you. They will definitely feel lost. Ma'am Dewi just cry on," said Chaca staring at her husband through the mirror.

"They're like family, baby. You're not jealous, are you?" gandhi combed that long hair.

Chaca shook her head, she also brushed off her sweet smile. "No, Honey. I know good people must be a lot of dear ones. The important thing is that you have me, Mas" Chaca said, turning to Gandhi.

Gandhi smiled proudly, his wife was growing up. He lifted Chaca's chin giving a fleeting peck at the ranum's lips.

"Of course, you're the only one I love. You're the only one who fills my heart space, honey," she hugged Chaca's body.

They leave the room soon, their guests will be there soon. And sure enough, when the two of them opened the door there were already many cars parked in the yard.

Chaca and Gandhi stood at the doorway. The two welcomed the arrival of Gandhi's comrades who were still shocked.

"This is Mr Gandhi's house?"

"Well, Mr. Andra didn't say that."

"Size the new house, sir?"

And there are many more questions and words from them. Gandhi smiled and let her in.

The show started with a dinner together. All of his co-workers were gathered, except for Handoyo and his son. Andra did not invite him.

They went through the dinner joking with each other. Only the Goddess who had lowered her head and occasionally wiped her tears. It also just stirred up the food.

After that, the show continued with singing. They are very excited to enjoy the show. Gandhi loved music from childhood and only now can he realize his desire to have a private music studio. Well even though it's just a makeshift and simple tool. Most importantly, his hobby is shared.

One by one his friends showed his talent. They look very happy. The house became very crowded. Chaca sat beside the Goddess, she clasped the body of the woman who never once saw a smile on her lips. Andra and Amel also had a duet. They're very romantic.

Until the end of the show, Gandhi sang as a marker for the end of the event on that night. He sang some mellow songs, which were themed farewell.

"Sir, the innate song wants to cry continuously. The happy napa, sir," protested a male colleague who was asserted by everyone.

Once enough was felt, Gandhi gave a few words of welcome.

"Ehm! Good night everyone. I said thank you very much for being here. You could say this is a new home thanksgiving event. The second was my wedding reception invitation with Chaca. Tomorrow Sunday you all must come to the main house on Jalan Merpati no.53." Gandhi let out a long sigh and exhaled it violently.

"And lastly, I would like to thank you all very much. For our team's hard work so far. Sorry for all the mistakes I made intentionally or unintentionally. And I'm sorry if as long as I'm leading many of its shortcomings" Gandhi said with flushed eyes.

His throat was blocked, the room that was once crowded was now so quiet. They stopped each other's activities, looked at each other and looked at Gandhi in confusion. While Goddess, her tears were flowing more and more.

"From today on, I am no longer your superior" Gandhi said after closing his eyes.

Everyone was shocked, many of them were crying at once. Some people think this is just a prank. Gandhi came down from the small stage. His two hands stretched out, everyone ran into his arms.

They have no power to hold back tears. Sobs filled the room. Everyone embraced and embraced Gandhi.

Chaca leaned against the table, and she also cried at the sight of the day. Many loved her husband.

Don't explain yourself to anyone, because people who like you don't need that. And those who hate you don't believe that.

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