FORCED CHEATING
192STICK JURAGAN

This weekend according to Mirza's plan will see the dam which is again harvesting milkfish, uh damning Haji Barkah means. It doesn't belong to Mirza yet? The 20-hectare farm will only change ownership after the completion of this weekend's harvest. Unfortunately Via could not participate because he had to attend the annual gathering of Bu Elin's company. Even though Mirza and Via still feel tired after the Thanksgiving at the orphanage, but they still leave too. Via escorted Mirza to his office after breakfast. From there he went on a bus to a hotel in Bogor. While Mirza will go with his favorite Om the coolest in the world Om Om, who else if not Om Jaka Sutrisna.

Before returning home, Mirza deliberately stopped by the mini market to buy supplies of several bottles of cold drinks and snacks considering the journey is quite far. Not forgetting to refuel the car. Before his car reached the front of the house, from a distance he saw someone already standing waiting for him outside the fence of his locked house.

NGIIKS…

Mirza stopped her car and went out to meet the man who was waiting for her.

“Om Jaka?” Mirza was a bit surprised to see the appearance of Om only the wayangnya who appear other than usual that.

“Iye. Where have you been so long? I ampe nungguin moss. Your turnstile is locked again, from earlier I stand here already like a flagpole August 17 tau no you?” Omel Om Jaka is annoyed at Mirza who scans his appearance from the tip of his head to the tip of his big toe. “Why the hell are you? I've never seen a handsome man?” Om Jaka corrects the location of his sunglasses that are okay, he just wants a style so that, let cool. Ehe! 😆

“Om Where are you going, how is his appearance so very?”

“Ye why? Lose your cool equal me?” This time Om Jaka fix the location of his pet hat which is also okay. Just let it cool, too, eh! 🤭 “Udah cepetan you ready, I've been crisp from earlier nunggun you tau!”

“Lah, Om Jaka do not bring a car?” Mirza dreary looking for Om Jaka's car.

“Again, I was ushered the same store employee so you don't go back and forth my jeput.”

“Yes, go straight! Here's the car key.” Mirza gave Om Jaka the car keys.

“So I'm the one driving?” Om Jaka would not accept but Mirza cuek walked ahead. “Basic ponakan no morality.” Gerutu Om Jaka as he began to drive his car.

The sun kept creeping up, they were already out of the city. The journey to the dam this time is more relaxed for Mirza because it is no longer curious about the existence of the Haji Barkah dam, unlike his first trip some time ago. Pance Pondaag's old acoustic version of Felix accompanied their journey. Mirza grabbed the snack bag she had stored in the middle seat. Vague Om Jaka hummed along.

🎵Every night I stay away

No, not that I intentionally

For you and the heart

I had to do this🎶

🎵Every day until night ends

I know you're tormented because of me

honestly I told you

there is no substitute for you ... 🎶

Mirza glanced at Omnya while enjoying her tile chips. “Matching is very similar in appearance. Vintage!” Mirza muttered with a smile.

Om Jaka looked. “Gue means?”

“Denaya not angry Om Jaka peke use like that?” Mirza turned her back on the sidelines chewing her snacks.

“Juta Dena who told me to use kayak gini. Let no one have a crush he said.”

“Most also milkfish that has a crush!” Seloroh Mirza opened the bottle of cold drink.

“Don't get you wrong, if you are harvesting a pamper kayak gini many beautiful ciwi there. Usually his children are tenants who work out of town on the home. His son Pak Parto, Pak Karto, Pak Warto, Pak Narto were all at the get-together. And they're sexy, sembok, bahenol asoy malehoy-lehoy tau no you?” cerocos Om Jaka's.

“Terus Denaya jealous that way? Afraid that her husband is being judged by those ciwi-ciwi?” Mirza just put the bottle on the dash board.

“Yes Dena realized that the act is charming tamvan, so I was told to wear clothes that nyeleneh gini let tuh ciwi on ilfil same me. Uh, I know I'm even more cute gini yak?” Om Jaka tidied the scarf wrapped around his neck.

“No comment ah.” Mirza melengos threw away her gaze.

The car driven by Om Jaka has now entered a dense village near the beach. Mirza held up her somewhat sagging position. “Hoaam ...” Mirza covered her evaporating mouth.

“You sleepy? We're already nyampe, don't sleep.” Om Jaka took a left turn and stopped in front of a pretty nice house.

Mr. Narto, the owner of the house who is a confidant of Haji Barkah, immediately came out to welcome when he found out that Om Jaka was coming.

“Mari, let Mas Jaka ..” Invite him kindly to escort Om Jaka and Mirza in the house.

“We're going straight to the dam, sir. I think Mirza wants to see the harvest.” Appointing Om Jaka to Mirza who was standing next to him, Mirza just smiled.

“O that? Yes already if so wait a minute, I take the container first so later all to bring the fish ya?” Sahut Pak Narto's. “Jum! Friday!” Mr. Narto called someone.

A young woman wearing a super tight short pant and sleeveless t-shirt up to two of her taper hills stood out as if wanting to challenge the world out with an annoyed face. “What's sh, sir? Shouting mulu?” Keto.

“Ambilin drum Jum, make fish container.” Pinta Pak Narto on the young woman called JUmilah.

“Drum?” Ask wonder. “Take it yourself sir, I'm again bothered and and nih.”Sahut jumilah who tengan holding powder and lipstrik in his hand even though his putty has been very slashed and his lips are as red as the white chili.

“Told me again anyway? Cepetan, fetch! Mas Jaka just like his father would bring fish home because.”

Jumilah looked at Om Jaka and Mirza who stood not far from his father. A sweet cocky smile immediately appeared on his face. “Eeh, is there Mas Jaka? Who do I think, because pangling me.” Say Jumilah with its centile style. “For a while, Mas, I picked up the drum first. Mas Jaka don't go anywhere, wait for Jum here.” Jumilah immediately ngibrit enter the house.

“Well, the kind of gini I thought I should avoid, Za.” Whisper Om Jaka to Mirza.

“Child Pak Narto seems to like Om Jaka tuh.” Ledek Mirza whispered as well.

“This is just one, ntar in pamang still there is serenceng again.”

“This Mr. drum.” Jumilah appeared with a small drum. “Eh, wait.” Prevent Jumilah on his father who is about to leave.

“What. Jum?” Ask Mr. Narto.

“I'm with you to the dam by car Mas Jaka.” Jumilah glanced flirtatiously at Om Jaka.

“Aren't you riding a motorbike?”

“Neventually so, Sir. Later my skin smooth and glowing can be burnt by ultraviolet light stings.”

“Mas Jaka, do you mind if Jumilah ride in the car?” Ask Mr. Narto to Om Jaka.

“Emh ..”

“Yes obviously not, Sir.” Sela Mirza “Yok, we go now aja.”

“Wah, it's really good. His nephew Mas Jaka? What's-her-name? Just as handsome as Mas Jaka ya?” Friday reached out to Mirza with a flirtatious flick.

Just delicious! I've been everywhere from this om somplak! Mirza's mind didn't accept.

“Don't odd you!” Mr. Narto slapped Jumilah's hand in annoyance. “Log in there, don't be careless! Sorry Mas Jaka, Mas Mirza.” Pak Narto was no good.

The journey to the dam is actually not too far away, though, only about 10 minutes but it feels long for Mirza and Om Jaka because Jumilah continues to beat along the way with his hoarse voice penniless make the ears tetiba itchy. Jumilah cuek aja singing even though Pak Narto already nagging, as if he deliberately wanted to spread the same charm of the two men who sit in the front seat.

🎶Urip sun again latitude

Sparkling light sinare light

Sun's fate again kaberan

The demeni ning juragan empang🎵

🎵Sense of seneng sun ora kejagan🎶

Duwe demenan macem

Uwonge boral bli calculation

Ngupai rent bandeng se empang🎵

🎶Duh kakang kula demen

Kula sampe bleg-blegan

Yen oraa ta sanja

Rich bae components ning mata🎵

🎶Yen is the brother of Temenan

Nglamar kula nggo sampean

Karo mimi lan mama

Submission by sure ditrima🎵🎶

(eaa…. Where's saweran….?😂😂 Lyrik from google. Translation search by yourself yak.. wkwkwk...😆😆🤭🤭🤭)

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Via and all employees of Bu Elin company will soon reach their destination. The bus drove through the uphill road. The scenery on the left right typical of the mountains makes the eyes of Via who still feel drowsiness become literate. The bus he was riding on just came out of the toll. He squirms slowly trying to stretch his muscles that feel sore. Cila who sat beside him who was asleep felt disturbed by the activities of Via.

“Hemm, which one is it?” Cila also squirms.

“Udah to Bogor.” Sahut Via's. Then suddenly he felt nausea in his stomach, Via grimaced holding his stomach.

“Why, Vi?” Cila asked who realized Via was grimacing in pain.

“You got sick stomach? I think I brought eucalyptus oil deh.” Cila checked her cell bag. “Or do you want to vomit?” Crazy to panic.

Via shook his head slowly. “Get a little nausea.”

“This, use this.” Cila gave her a small eucalyptus bottle.

Via rubbed it a little into his stomach. Cila who is always julid with Milen and Vony has turned into attention and good on Via because they know Via is pregnant. Cila arrange pillows and meyetel seat Via so that it can be more relaxed.

“You rest aja, later I wake up if you fall asleep.” Cila.

“Max Yes, Cil.”

Cila smiled and then set the AC so that it was not too cold for Via.

The bus continues to go, the journey that was originally quite smooth now has to falter because the road began to jam, a common thing that happened during the weekend in the city of Bogor. Cila slightly looked forward to see the vehicle that was now starting to slow down. “Thankful for the way again.” Lirih Cila returned to his original position.

Via looked closed, but his facial features seemed to endure pain. Cila felt Via's forehead which felt extremely cold with sweat condensing on his temples.

“Gosh! You are like entering angindeh.” Cila was panicking. “Sabar ya Vi, be brief again nyampe nih kayaknya.”

Sure enough, the bus they were riding on slowed down and felt a turn into a large yard. GREEN GARDEN HOTEL, large writing plastered in front of a magnificent building.

“Vi, we're already nyampe. Just in case I seek help first.” Cila.

“Eh Cil, can you say Via?” Milen asked who was sitting across from her, apparently she had just woken up, her face was sore.

“Inch wind him. I want to get help.”

“What does help mean? Just take her down, we will immediately check in let her immediately rest in the room.”

“Lo don't see him lemes so much?” Cila pointed at Via with her eyes.

"What the hell is a fuss?” Omel Vony who also just woke up next to Milen.

“Aha! I know who can help Via!” Cetus Milen ignored Vony's question.

SQUEAKY….

NGIIKS….

The bus stopped perfectly after circling in the parking lot.

“Lo tunggun Via here huh?” Milen immediately rose up to thrust forward bubbling down.

“Vi, you still strong path not?” Ask Cila.

Via blinked his eyes. “Udah nyampe hotel ya?” weak tanyanya.

“Udah. We're going down yok. Your things let Vony carry. I just papah you yes, afraid of falling because you lemes so much.”

“Hem, sorry so ngerepotin.”

“Ngak papa's. Von! Ambilin suitcase Via tuh above, bring in to the hotel!” Cila's orders to Vony who again rubs the laundry, ehh ngucek eyes he means.

“Kok me anyway?” Vony Protest.

“Elo don't see the Via sick?”

“Ya tell someone else! Canapa have me? Am I really penggulai?” Vony tidied up his makeup cute.

“Elo tuh ya really-no loyal friends same temen!” Omel Cila was upset.

“All the bus drivers atawa kernetnya! It's good to mess with me!” Vony left because all the passengers were down.

“Why Via, Cil?” Asked someone who came from the back door to surprise the three.

“Eh, Mr. Danar Boss..” Vony did not go.

“It looks like a cold sir, from earlier his stomach was nauseous. Her body is also cold.” Cila Bright.

“Digendong aja Pak, it's like Via drowning deh.” Milen's new proposal follows Danar.

Danar approaches, Cila leaves to make room for Danar.

“Vi, you still strong way?” Ask Danar.

Via nodded.

“Ayok, I help.” Danar helped Via get up but then he collapsed back into his seat.

“Jeez, he fainted like a sir!” Pekik Milen's.

Without wasting any time Danar immediately grabbed Via's limp body into his sling.

“Lewat aja Pak, let cepet. Let the suitcase be Via me who brought.” Said Vony snobs attention as he picked up Via's small suitcase.

“Nevent gone!” Cila Serobot. “Let me alone, anyways I'm the same room Via!”

“Ish, yes no papa times let me aja!” Vony won't lose.

“Megir lo! Boss sir is going through. You little fucking cock, you good-ass! Just now you do not want me mintain please bat carry suitcase Via!” Cila spills her irritation on Vony who is ready to wave.

“T-so .. I ...”.

“You till when do you argue?” Danar chilled. “MInggir!” Danar stared intently at Vony who paved his way.

“Sukurin lo!” Cila sneered and immediately followed Danar's steps out of the bus.

The rare sight of Mr. Boss holding one of his employees down from the bus attracted the attention of other employees who were checking in in the lobby. Danar did not pay attention to the looks of his employees. Although occasionally sharp glances he realized on several pairs of eyes that were immediately bowed instantly when the look of the Boss's eyes highlighted them.

“Pak, where are we going? Have I not checked in?” Cila pursued Danar's wide steps towards the elevator.

It was fortunate that the elevator door immediately opened as soon as Danar pressed the number of lnatai his room.

“Pak Boss, sorry ...”

“Janagn many ask!” Cut Danar which immediately made Cila silenced, cila was finally choosing silence, the three of them in the elevator. Via appears closed in Danar's arms. Danar looked straight ahead. Cila no longer dared to open her voice.

Ting!

Elevator door opens. Danar immediately came out followed by Cila who was flushed suctioning the steps of his Boss who then stopped in a room.

“Please grabin key card in my pocket.” Danar.

“Ha? What sir?” Cila's confused.

“take the key card in my pocket!” repeat Danar more firmly.

“Key card Mr Bos? In pocket?” Repeat Cila with a more confused look.

“Take a nih in skau shirt!” Danar pointed at his royal pocket with his eyes.

With a bit of trembling Cila took the key card, awkward and condolent feeling of course felt.

“Splashes open!” Danar's orders.

Cilia immediately complied. The door opened Danar immediately entered and laid Via on the bed.

“You please wait Via yes, do not need to join the opening event papa. I'll call doctor.” Danar gets busy with his cell phone and goes outside to the balcony of the room to talk on the phone.

Cila observed the room was very spacious room, the design and interior in the room was very luxurious and magnificent. He had little doubt if he and Via would spend the night in a hotel room this luxurious? Cila put the two suitcases that had been dragged along with the panting pontang chasing the boss, then release Via shoes and envelop Via's body that still looks weak. His breath sounds very slow.

“In the meantime the doctor will be coming. You just accompany Via istirat here, after Via better you can go to your room.” Danar then went straight out of the room.

Kaaan?? Really, this is not a room for me the same Via? Where is this fancy employee room?

The cila mind that is ready to take place on the other side of the super wide and soft bed is for barbaring for a moment just straighten his legs that feel sore.

“Hhh…. When else to fall asleep in the room of Pak Bos super luxurious gini?” Cila muttered while smiling.

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