FORCED CHEATING
158BATTLE PLAN

Weekends are the most awaited time by Via, after five working days he can relax and pursue his gardening hobby again. This Saturday morning was a bit cloudy, but did not reduce the spirit of Via to look at vegetable plants in the front yard and beside the rumanya after breakfast. Some cayenne trees lined in polybag bags appear to squeeze the fruit a sign of ready to be harvested. Via picking and putting it in a container. Cauliflower is also some that are ready to be harvested. Good thing, Via will cook the capcai for lunch later.

“Assalama….! Hello, Olive …. I'm coming!” There was a shrill greeting from outside the fence.

Via turned his head and was rather surprised to see Yana coming. “Wa aleikumussalam.” Via immediately met his magical friend.

“No need, I can open by myself!” Yana opened the hinge of the gate of Via courtyard. “Byok, my love is hunted!” Take it to Khusni who is preparing to get out of the car.

“Whose name, Yan? Tumben stopped by ngabarin first?” Welcome Via cipika cipiki with Yana.

“My love dong! Deliberately not ngabarin to surprise, hehe.” Yana Grin.

“Hai, Vi.” Sapa Khusni with her style as usual.

“I suspect, there is a wind what are you guys coming here?” Via looked at Yana and Khusni alternately.

“Get in first the cake, not very polite with guests!” Omel Yana's.

“Eh, no need. Eat here adem.” Khusni immediately sat on the terrace chair without waiting for him.

“Ya already so make a drink first or what is it if pantes if there are guests of honor come to visit.” Tell Yana with her udel.

“Hem! Guests have no ethics! Dengus Via who then entered followed Yana.

The habit of Yana from the past every come to the house Via must have covered the contents of the kitchen and dining table. And this morning Yana was quite amazed when opening the hood of food was plastered in front of her eyes a plate of chicken pepper-rica cuisine Via this morning blind.

“This is you cooking, Liv?” Yana pokes the sambal with her right index finger and smokes it. “Hemm, yummy..!”.

“Ish! Very dirty you, wash your hands first napa?” Via glaring.

Yana headed to the watafel to wash her hands and take the dishes.

It was outside Khusni sitting alone playing her phone.

“Pucuk beloved sembako also arrived. Yess! Will dapet sembako free again nih.” From behind Khusni's car parked outside the fence looks like a pufferfish, ehh. wrong! A Bujel who giggles himself is so hepatic because he gets a new prey for his report material to his great mistress.

Yes, since doi get a sack of rice complete with nine staples in making love, duuh, sembako love dong kayak title song Thomas Djorgi ya (Yang know this song means the same age othor nih, the same old age, wkwkwkkkk)-br. Okay, back to…. Our kamana? Which sample was it…?

Hmmmm, a moment. othor read again from above first yes…

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Yes, it is! Since getting the sembako bonus sent by Udin yesterday, Bujel is getting excited to kepoin whatever is done the same Via. Including this morning when he deliberately passed in front of the Via house and saw Khusni sitting alone, Bujel just took a hengpon from his negligent pocket.

Chekerek chekrek

“Dapet! This will be a shot for next month. Bodo is very that guy who, stay I make up the story for sure Grandma Lampir that believe.” Bujel cheered happily and went straight back right forward the road.

Back to the kitchen, Via again cooked the water because it did not have hot water and Yana had moved a few pieces of chicken pepper into her plate.

“Oh yes Liv, make me iced tea, but don't be sweet. If Khusni coffee milk do not need to use creamer. Eh same ask all of you bring the cake too yes, tuh in the jar of cake what!” Yana pointed two jars at him over the buffet.

“That's cake leftover lebaran taun yesterday.” Sahut Via while concocting drinks.

“Oh..., no papa deh hakut aja out all ya.” Yana ngeloyor cuek forward carrying a plate of chicken rica-rica without rice.

“Huh, Yana base! She thinks I'm a newsg waitress, just play orders!” Gerutu Via, but after he finished bringing it also in front of drinks and cakes ordered by his beloved friend.

“Still yes, Liv.” Yana said when Via came to bring drinks. “This chicken is really good, cobain, Cin.” Yana to nyuapin Khusni.

“Ngak ah, definitely cares that. I would not like pedes.” Reject Khusni.

“Pedes but good kok.” Yana is preoccupied with chewing chicken cuisine Via.

“You did have breakfast, I still eat again anyway?” Khusni did not think.

“This is not eating, my love, but snacking.” Yana Cuek gnaws at the chicken femur. “Oya, the cake is trying to open, Liv. I think it is still good even though the rest of Lebaran taun yesterday.”

“Hah? The rest of Lebaran last night?” Kaget Khusni's.

“Yes, so do not eat ntar can make the body more stretched!” Upset Via.

“Seius, Vi?” Khusni still does not believe.

“Ck! I just frowned at aja, let's not eat mulu. You don't see her body getting fatter?”

Special reflexes pay attention to Yana more closely, while the attention is only to make a jar and reach out to some pastries from there.

“Iya you know, Yang. I think you will be kebaya hakut can not be dikancantin deh if you do not stop snacking.” Khusni said concerned.

“Ya just make it again, so just bother!” Yana took her iced tea and downed almost half a glass of its contents.

“Voracious basis!” Cibir. “Cepet says now, you want to take tumben dateng here?” Via not sabaran.

Oh yes, until you forget!” Yana remembered the meaning of her evil. “You said, My love.” Yana said to Khusni while she herself was busy reaching for the other jar.

“Eh, please. I drink first. From earlier thirsty but why not bargained anyway?” Khusni pinched her milk coffee cup. “Ahhh, delicious and very sweet fitting. Same with your sister, Vi.” Kusni looked at Via with her fair face.

“Ish! Amit-amait! Cibir. “Tuh Yan's. Look at your fiance's behavior, in front of you only he dared to seduce me, especially behind you?”

“Ah, not papa. It's usually the type of kayak he's loyal, Liv. Than the good ones in front but play askew in belakannng?” Yana relaxed while continuing to breed.

Via only head bobbles, but there are actually also the words of his best friend that.not far away, her own husband is always sweet and romanitis when with her but in fact even cheating. Duh! Via so remember those bitter memories again right…. Kannn….

“O yes, how do you work? Do you work at Danar's parent company?” Kusni resuscitates the Via reverie.

“Ya made at home. Office workers everywhere are also certainly not much different right, so aja.”

“How are you doing that? Is Ms Herlina authoritarian? She is a perfectionist like her husband.” Khusni.

“No, very nice people. But I became Danar.”'s staff

“Cut, already the leader now the coffee man!” Khusni.

“Eh Liv, you realize that Danar likes you.” Shirt Yana suddenly.

“What did you say just now, Which?” Khusni.

“Danar likes Olive. You see, I noticed from the first we met three until now, his eyes look different if you squirm the Oliv, Cin.”

“Ngaco you! Don't make a fitnah deh.” Via sebel's.

“Continue, continue? “ Khusni even the spirit does not care about Via who is upset.

“So, every time I see Danar natap Via it seems like there is something in his eyes that he wants to reveal. He is also very attentive to Via. In fact they once I pergokin road both.”

PLOTS UP!

“Aaww!!” Yana grimaces just got to throw her eel cookies. “Kok me thrown anyway?”

“Mean it don't come from talking!” Via glaring.

“But it's real, Liv! Facts!”

“Hey, I have a husband yes you guys don't forget! When I have the heart to betray my husband who is far away to make a living?” Via is getting upset.

“Yes that's your guy, Liv. But Danar is different, he's single. “

“Ah, it is not papa if only for interlude while Mirza does not exist anyway.” Timpal Khusni lightly.

“Basic solplak both of you! No man is not the same woman! Now you say what do you want to do here? If it is not important to go there!” Banish Via ferociously.

Instead of being afraid, Khusni and Yana even giggled through such emotions.

“Patience, patience dong .. nominee Bu Dirut.” Seloroh Khusni's.

“Hiiiy! So happy!” Via lifting the jar to throw Khusni's head.

“Eeet ettt, hold! Don't be emotional Mom, later rose blood can stroke youho.” Yana took the jar from Via's hand while holding back a laugh. “So we came here to give you a wedding invitation.” Yana said later. “Mana My love the invitation, cepet love Olive.”

“Kan equals you, Yang.”

“Oh yes forgot, hehe ..” Yana opened her bag and offered her wedding invitation on Via.

“Kok want to get married? Why don't you tell me first, Yan? You are usually if there is nothing always confiding with me?” Via Rada did not accept so accept Yana's invitation suddenly.

“Ye, read it first. Wedding is next month kok.” Yana santuy's.

“Terus why do you love him now if it is still a month away? Ntar I forgot, how?” Omel Via while opening the maroon-covered invitation.

“I'd like your opinion on the design of the invitation, Liv. Coincidentally last week did we abis photo prewed, well if that's what do you think?” Yana.

“New kalo design why has it been printed? Can you send me examples of the design I keep choosing? Is this baby in print?" Via so rada nyesel.

“Nggak papa, who has his cousin Khusni own printing in Bandung. That's just an example. Is it good for paper and design? Keep the picture is also that fitting? You later please help selectin yes, I send the photo file as well as the sample design invitation later, okay?”

Via looked at his best friend with a fluffy smile.

“Whatever it may be, I do not engage my dear friend this in my sacral moment later.” Yana replied with a big smile.

Via which was very similar Yana suddenly changed touched because Yana trusted him to choose the invitation design. They are both so, although always noisy but always need each other.

“Oya, Mirza when to go home, Vi? Moga-may later be present at my wedding with Yana.” Khusni.

“God willing early next month if there is no obstacle already home kok.”

“O, thank you deh.”

“Good wang dong! Later if the Popaye has come home we can race yes Liv.” Yana sparkled happily.

“What race?” Wonder Via.

“Balapan makes children. Who gets pregnant quickly means she wins.” Sahut Yana with a big smile.

“Basic, Yana…..!!!

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SREET ….

Ms. Elin parked her car in front of Mr. Hadi's house. He went downstairs with a few boxes of cookies, Miss Elin passed the yard next to Mr. Hadi's house and saw the person he was looking for was relaxing in the back garden while reading the morning newspaper.

“Halo, Mas.” Sapa Ma'am Elin.

“Hai Her, where are you from? Tumben to here?” Mr. Hadi held up his sitting position.

“From four gymnastics continue here.” Ms. Elin landed her ass on the wooden chair beside Mr. Hadi. “Nih cake for you, Mas.”

“Hemm, suspicious there must be something.”

“It looks like he is still in the room, after dawn usually sleeps again he if week end gini.”

“Kasiahan him, must be tired of working children diforsir every day.”

“That's because of you.”

Ms. Ein smiled. “I have a good plan for Danar, Mas. You agree with me?”

“What plan?”

“Before the company's birthday, how about we all make Danar and Riri's fiancee?” Propose Bu Elin with spirit.

Mr. Hadi took off his glasses. “You asked yourself the same son, Her. I don't want to be too hasty. After all have you asked Dik Harni for approval on this plan?”

Instead of answering, Ms. Elin looked at Mr. Hadi fully inquiring. “You still owe me the same explanation I.”

“Means?”

“Ya.., call Dik Harni, Mas Pram, it seems very intimate. Have you ever had a relationship with Miss Harni in the past, Mas?”

Mr. Hadi even smiled widely, “You sure you want to know?”

“Iya. Which is why one of my destinations came here to ask that too.” Replied Miss Elin who did not like to convoluted.

Mr. Hadi sighed before starting his explanation. “She's my past lady. He was the one who broke me and fled all the way to Jakarta.” Said Mr. Hadi.

Ms. Elin waited for Mr. Hadi to continue his story.

“We're almost married, but what are the power of his parents does not approve because I'm just a market thug. They betrothed Dik Harni to a more established youth.” Mr. Hadi paused his story for a while to see that Mr. Elin was still faithfully listening. “You know what I was like in Jakarta at that time? God brought me to good people, you and Rian are my saviors.” Mr. Hadi commented on the sincere smile.

“Do you still have heartache, Mas?” Asked Bu Elin carefully considering he knew for himself how messed up the young Hadi was in the past.

“I'm done, Her. Rani treats all my heart wounds.” Mr. Hadi is now glaring.

Both are now overwhelmed to remember the figure of the late Rani who was none other than the mother of Danar's very kind heart who was so patient to face all the attitudes of Hadi Pramana in his hard times.

“Rani makes me aware and feel very valuable. Thank you Her, you have brought me with your best friend, otherwise my life would not be like this.”

Ms. Elin rubbed Mr. Hadi's shoulder. “That's all the way outlined Lord Mas, me and Mas Rian are just intermediaries.” Miss Elin smiled. “You deserve to be happy because you're a good man.”

Mr. Hadi wiped his two condensed eyes. “Ah, why suddenly so mellow like this?” Kekeh Pak Hadi serya used his type back and spread his newspaper again.

“I always have to remember Rani.” Miss Elin also pulled her consciousness back “Eh, why so pretend to read the newspaper again anyway, Mas? What are our plans for Danar?” Miss Elin remembered her initial purpose.

“Yes you set ajalah all the same Rian.” Sahut Pak Hadi without turning his eyes from the line of writing he followed. “But don't forget to ask Danar first.”

“Mas, save your newspaper dong first!” Ms. Elin took the Newspaper from Mr. Hadi's hand. “Part of this digital age is still reading the newspaper, old man basic!” Groused Bu Elin.

Mr. Hadi just grinned. “And I told you, it's all up to you. I'm definitely supportive, but you and Rian should talk about this plan with Danar.”

“Yes, I'll talk to your son.”

“Don't forget you also have to ask for Dik Harni.” approval

“Iya yes, Mas Pram ..” Bu Elin laughed, he deliberately mocked Mr. Hadi.

After enough, Miss Elin came home and told her husband. Since Mr. Rian is also not on the agenda this weekend, the two plan to visit Bu Harni's house.

“So this is so yes Yah?” Ms. Ein assured.

“Yes, you could say so. But not official.” Answer Mr. Rian.

“Kalo so there should be a delivery cake and ring dong, Yah.”

"Later on, Mom. We had a conversation with Riri's mother. If everything is okay, then we go there again bring cake and others.”

Miss Elin.

“Ya is ready quickly there, will be lunch. Dad has an appointment to play tennis because later this afternoon with the vice mayor.” Mr. Rian looked at his watch.

“Hem, he said today free?” Grunts Bu Elin.

“It was so, Mom. Just yesterday, when Dad refused, is not good?”

“Should dad quickly resign from all busyness Dad, let's have a lot of time for mom. There is Danar that can replace everything.” Miss Elin sedkit is sorry.

“Wait a minute, Mom. Besides Danar is also not mature right if told to stop everything. I think Mas Hadi is too pampering Danar, so the child is not ready if asked to lead the company in the near future”

“Oya Well, by the way about Mas Hadi. I have an exciting story.” Ms. Elin remembers not telling Mr. Hadi's past to Ms. Harni to her husband.

“What exciting news?”

Then flowed the story of Bu Elin who he had just heard this morning from Mr. Hadi. Mr. Rian listened attentively while occasionally nodding his head.

“Not expecting, right? Now their love will be continued by their children, hopefully everything can go according to what we plan yes, Yah?” Miss Elin closed the story.

“Aamiin, hopefully.”

“Yes already, I took a shower first.” Miss Elin entered the room.

By noon, Bu Een's shop was closed today because Udin was going to deliver the employer to a special massage for broken bones.

“You're sure Din, that guy can make my leg heal?” Miss Een is doubtful.

“Yakin, Mom! Its efficacy has been proven, many patients who recover after massage there.” Udin. “Yes but, if the wound is already expired like a mother anyway, WaAllahualam.” Udin continued a little slowly.

“You think my wound is expired food what? How to spend everything?” Snapped by Bu Een.

“Eh, yes ... right mom fell a long time ago, so it might be a little difficult to produce. Except new falls directly in sequence.”

“So you said sure? How the hell!” Ms. Een sewot.

“The name is also a business, Mom. What's wrong with trying? Mommy wants forever can not walk normally again like usual? There must be a bone that's cracked or shear, ma'am. So it must be generated, returned to its original location. So Burhan doctor at that time said mom had to be digips, but her mother did not want.”

“Kok you so mengyamahin me anyway? I know you! Whose feet feet, yes it's up to me dong!” Bu Een is becoming more and more, he does not accept to say Udin. “Udah, now you want my anterin what not?”

“Mau, Bu.” Sahut Udin slowly.

Accused..., very patient Udin yes.. has been yelled at, scolded, still want to nolongin.

Ms. Een got into the car with Udin. After settling down, Udin drove his car slowly. They went to the chiropractors masseuse who is said to have been famous for his expertise throughout Jati Asri.

“Eh, how come we're through here anyway, Din?” Bu Een was astonished when the path he passed led to the path of his iron house.

“Iya this is the way.” Udin while driving.

“No other way what? But can the back-end not? Very males I passed in front of his house Harni.” Ms. Een grumbled in annoyance.

“Can't, Mom. After this road we pass through rice fields and teak gardens, only then arrived at the home of the masseuse.” Udin Papar.

An upset Miss Elin threw her eyes out the window. Very goiter and his heart must pass through the besan house he hated. But a few moments later his eyes widened when he saw a luxury car stop in the yard of Bu Harni's house.

“Eeeh, stop! Stop stop here, Din!” Tell Bu Een suddenly.

Udin stepped on the brake pedal. “What's up, Mom? We haven't arrived yet.” Udin.

“Download a little car, later found out again.” The Bu Een Order.

“Who's knowledge, Ma?” Udin still doesn't understand.

“Udah cepetan pull back his car! Don't ask too many questions!”

Udin was upset, the eyes of Bu Een watched from afar two people who came out of the luxury car. From the appearance it was clear they were rich people. Yeah, they're none other than Miss Elin and Mr. Rian.

“Who are they? Not debt collectors. But how does his appearance look luxurious and neat so?” Mumbled Bu Een while continuing to pay attention to Bu Elin and Mr. Rian who stood on the porch of Bu Elin's house after knocking on the door.

“Oh, mother kepoin besan yes?” Udin new ngeh.

“Shut up!” Spray Bu Een.

Before long, Ms. Harni was seen coming out to open the door and seemed surprised by the arrival of her iron candidate. Ms. Elin who is friendly and suple immediately cipika cipiki and hugged Bu Harni with a fluffy smile.

“Eh, how do they seem so familiar anyway? Pake hug all over again.” Bu Een was getting kepo, even more so after seeing the face of Mr. Rian who seemed familiar.

“No way if they are debtors, Bu.” Overwrite Udin.

“Eh Din, try to see the male guest, like a stranger yes his face.” Ms. Een watched Mr. Rian more closely.

Udin also sharpened his vision, because their distance was not too close. “Oh, that's Rian Permadi, ma'am. Who is the Regent's candidate but failed it, Mom. The most successful property entrepreneur in the city has ...”.

“Ap – what? Rian Permadi?” Miss Een stuttered. His face suddenly pias, his body limp because it remembers the name of Rian Permadi that Bujel had told him the other day. Bu Een noted the name well in his memory when Bujel told him that he worked at the Rian Permadi company.

“Iya, Rian Permadi candidate regent last period, Mom. The photos are everywhere, but unfortunately he failed to become regent.” Udin was unaware of the change in the face of his employer.

“What's he coming to Harni's house…. “ Mumbled Bu Een drowned after Miss Elin and Mr. Rian entered Bu Harni's house.

“Wah, don't know me, Mom. Do I need to ask the person directly, Mom?” Udin wants to open the car door.

“Do not!” Bu Een recovered consciousness, slowly he managed to master his shock. “Puter turning, Din. We're home!”

“Home, Mom? Would we like therapy to the masseuse?”

“Kalo I said go home yes, go home!” Miss Een is back.

“Continue massage?” Udin ngeyel's.

“No ajdi! No massages!” Ms. Een threw her back against the seat back with an irritated feeling.

Akhinya Udin obeyed his employer's will, although Udin wanted to see his employer healed but what would be said, than he was fired better manut aja.

What need did they have to come to Gubug the Harni? Hmh! It can be great for him to be visited by rich people like them! Is it possible that Via's boss came there to talk about the promotion of Via who wants to be a manager like the same puffer fish? Ah but yes, the business of work is not discussed in the office, take all family with you? This must be something, maybe not! The problem must be more personal!

Bu Een continued to monologue in his heart trying to guess what exactly happened between his ironclad with the family of the rich businessman.

Geez! What may they be …. Ah, no way! No way if the Harni wants to marry again the same Hadi thug of the market! But the pufferfish said Hadi's son was adopted by Rian Permadi, and Via worked at the company led by the adopted boy. Hemm, I have to find out this, there are various possibilities with the relationship between them. Maybe Via, maybe Harni, maybe Riri the rancid child who is related to the wealthy family. I can't stay silent if it's true that one possibility is true. I wouldn't let Harni, the widow of a retired lowly employee, get richer than me! Look, I'll find out everything!

“Bu, mom! We have arrived.” Tegur Udin who had earlier apparently told her that it had been the house of Bu Een but dicuekin because the employer was engrossed with his own mind.

“Udah nyampe? Why not tell me from earlier!” Spray Bu Een upset. “Patches open the door!”

Udin could only stroke his resigned chest with his increasingly strange behavior.

Patience Din, patience broad, hehe….

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I can finally get up too. Sorry a thousand sorry for loyal readers because othor is very late up. 🙏🙏🙏

Who misses Mirza, wait…. Come back home again.😊😊😊

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