
The old woman kept beating Paiman, but her one guard just chuckled amusedly at the two people arguing.
''What sich Bi! sick know that?!'' hiss Paiman stroked his left back which was often struck by the head of the ministry in this house.
''You are what! this house is not where drunk people drink!'' cetus while pelting Paiman with a bottle of mineral water.
''Who's drunk Bi? I'm not drunk, anyway it might be drunk, lawong who is drinking coffee is not the alcohol, ''' Defend Paiman while covering his handsome face, according to Paiman sich.
The other guard finally nodded his head slowly, ''Paiman only imitates drunk people, ''' he continued casually, because from then on he was only a good spectator, so he was relaxed, and sometimes he clapped.
''You're not from earlier belain me, even applause all, how about I die in the thumpin Aunt?'' sarcas Paiman glared at his friend who was a profession.
''Is that suffering, Man? not my creed, '' his answer is mindless humanity'an.
The Aunt immediately hit Arto on the shoulder because her words were no loyal friend at all.
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The day starts to go by day Sania and Karan choose to sleep in his rented house, because today is Sunday, so everyone can relax, maybe everyone on a work holiday, and everyone else, but Karan instead entered work but later when the clock has shown 4 pm.
''Karan?'' call the mother from behind her rented house, because she was drying clothes that she finished washing.
''Yes Ma'am?'' sahut Karan, who immediately approached her.
''Dry clothes please put in the room, yes, later on Mother fold her, ''' have the mother point at the clothes that are already in the basket of clothes.
I nodded as I said, ''Okay Ma'am?'' I stepped my foot into the house and put the basket I was carrying in Mom's room, which was a little wider than mine.
Until the sound of knocking on the door was heard from the outside, Sania who initially fell asleep now got up and walked towards the door that was knocked on by someone from outside.
Tok tok tok tok
''Assalamu'alaikum,'' the man said his greetings as he knocked on my door.
''Waalaikum greetings?'' sania answered the greetings of the one who knocked on my door.
Creetical
The door was opened from the inside, Sania looked her head out, looking at the guest who came to her rented house.
''Sorry to find who?'' asked Sania who did not know the woman who was at the door.
Love can not resist hugging the pounder who has stepped on the teenager. Love scatters hugging Sania pounding her, the son of her sister.
''Darling?'' greet Love on his ponakan.
''Forgive you who?'' sania asked confusedly.
''She's aunt Sania's sister?'' continued Citra who had just become a good listener.
''Aunt Citra? Sania did not understand what the aunt said, '' asked Sania who was getting confused.
''Who's deck??'' asked Karan who walked over to his sister.
''Tante Citra kak, '' Sania said, still staring at Love.
Karan looked at the group of people who were still outside his house and said, ''Kok not asked to enter the deck?'' Karan. ''Tante, om and sister come in, sorry if the house is small, '' Karan said again to welcome his guests.
They all began to enter his rented house that was not so extensive. Sania took the mat that was rolled up and placed behind the door, Sania rolled out the mat because her chair was not enough with the presence of 7 people who came to her house.
''Sorry aunt, you have to sit on the floor of the kayak gini, said Karan felt bad, a famous businessman sitting on the floor of his rented house.
''No what? you're not going to the restaurant?'' ask Citra smiling.
''Later in the afternoon, Karan again chif night at the restaurant, '' Karan replied. While Sania had gone to the back to make a drink, even if it was just sweet tea.
''Who's tea for?'' ask the mother who just entered her house.
''That's outside there's a lot of guests ma'am? the glass is less, so Sania make it on the kettle just let it pour itself, ''' Sania reply stir her warm tea. It did not take long now Sania has brought kettles and some glasses that have been placed on the tray.
Sania put a tray containing tea in the middle of them. Wati's mother followed in the footsteps of her daughter who put the tea she made just now.
''Sorry, so sit under the gini, '' said Bu Wati shaking their hands all her.
''This mother who last night gave rice to the fried duck, right?'' andriana said remembering a mother who had been nice to her last night.
''Ach yes, how do you know Mother's house is here, '' Ms. Wati replied with a smile.
''So Mbak and sister have met before?'' asked Citra frowning her.
''Yes Ma, the rice that last night was given by this mother,'' explained Andriana to her Mama.
''Och Thank you then, oiya we came here to tell you something, but before that we want to ask mbak, about the husband or more precisely the father of children?'' Brother Citra said ventured to ask.
''What do you want to ask about my husband?'' replied Bu Wati confused and curious.
''Is this really Mom's husband?'' kak Citra continued to offer a photo of her sister Candra.
Bu Wati was surprised to see the photo shown by Citra, 'Where did they get the photo of Candra?' inner Bu Wati frowned her.
''Where did you get my husband's picture?'' tanya Bu Wati is flat and full of investigation.
''So right, the person in this photo is my husband?'' ask Citra again. Ms. Wati nodded and looked one by one at the people who were visiting her house.
''I am the younger brother of the person in this photo?'' replied Citra trying to stay calm.
''No, can't you be Candra's sister? Mas Candra never told me that she had a sister, after all Mas Candra had been kicked out by Mr. Sanjaya first, said Bu Wati shook her head in disbelief.
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