GENK DUDA ACUTE
75. Asih Actually

“Mbak Asih,” call Musdalifah. Asih immediately turned to Musdalifah who approached him.

“Yes, how do you know?” ask Asih. Musdalifah. Should he tell her where he got the information from to Asih?

Musdalifah actually does not have an idea what to say to Asih. The benchmark is that he must make sure that Asih does not accompany Mami Toni in the house. Also about breaking the chain of Mami Toni's relationship of things that smell cool.

“What's up, yes?” tanya Asih, looking at the face of Musdalifah. “Aura Mbak looks gloomy. Being annoyed with someone?” ask Asih.

“For that I don't think it's necessary to see my aura. Look at my face aja people can surely guess if I am upset,” replied Musdalifah. “I'm sitting here, yes.” Musdalifah pointed to an iron bench and sat next to Asih. He looked towards the living room whose door was wide open. To the right of that door, poking out the three heads of the man who was peeking at him. Musdalifah.

“Basic less work,” umpat Musdalifah slowly.

“I?” ask Asih.

“Not,” replied Musdalifah. “I'm his secretary Mr. Toni. I want to talk a little about the purpose of Mbak Asih here. As long as I'm a guest today there are no outsiders. When did Mbak Asih arrive here?” ask Musdalifah. He was very tired of talking. The tail of his eyes glanced at the three men who were talking then turned around leaving the porch door. They all ate lunch and left him to do the job alone.

“I'm called Bu Anderson. He said he needed a consultation to calm his mind. Bu Anderson seems to often see strange sightings—”

“Slimmer side effect,” cut Musdalifah. “He's sick again. Dementia. His mental state is unstable. It feels really unwise, if Mbak Asih pokes him with supernatural things,” Musdalifah said.

“Bu Anderson feels calm. I came here because of him, not because of his son.”

“I suggest no more, deh.” Musdalifah stood up from his seat with a lazy look.

“Why?” tanya Asih, looking up at Musdalifah. “Bu Anderson says ask for company a few weeks.”

“If I were a mother, I would refuse. But, it's all up to Maasih. Excuse me first,” said Musdalifah.

“Mbak—Mbak, wait a minute.” Stand up from his seat. “What's the reason?” ask Asih, his look is now not so confident.

“Mbak never met a man who often wears a suit? Which eyes narrow his hair black? Mr Toni's friend? Ever know?” asked Musdalifah, looking closely at the image of Asih.

“Ooh, who likes to argue? The emotion? Selfish? And squirming people is always cynical?” cerca Asih's.

“Wah .. it seems that from unborn to the world has also been hostile,” said Musdalifah.

“Why with him?” todong Asih, his eyes glanced at the door of the living room that was behind Musdalifah.

“Say he will help Mr. Toni make demands for Mbak Asih that Bu Anderson is still sick, but constantly fed with strange things. Mbak Asih will be accused of aggravating psychiatric disorders Bu Anderson.” Musdalifah silently examined the Asih look.

“The lawyer said?” ask Asih.

Musdalifah.

“I just run what my late mother said. There is no purpose whatsoever. I didn't handle anything that made Ms. Anderson worse. I gave a suggestion that—”

“Suggestion Mbak Asih it makes Bu Anderson so much more trust Mbak Asih. Not good, Ma'am. But everything goes back to the Asih. I just say that as a woman. Not good with the horror until they want to be punished. You know yourself how the lawyer is like what.” Musdalifah looked back. On the door of the terrace was still empty there was no one else.

“I can squirm from his aura if he is arrogant once,” muttered Asih. Asih still nailed his gaze on the porch door.

“No need for aura. Look at his style, by the way. Well, my heart twitches every time he talks. The feeling of sprains all become one. That's why I sent a warning to Mbak Asih. Don't deal with him. Lawyer's temper is terrible.” Musdalifah clenched her arms together making a shuddering expression.

“My mother used to work here. Really close to Ms. Anderson. Until my mother became ill and was returned to the village, Ms. Anderson paid for her treatment. My mother was sick and heard Mr. Anderson die. Really battered. Mr. Anderson is really good. He funded my school. So .. I just want to return the favor. That's actually.”

“Bu Anderson is not that healthy to judge Mbak Asih's intentions. Even I heard from her nurse, Ms. Anderson often talked to her husband thanks to the help of Ms. Asih. That exacerbates the disruption, Ma'am. I don't want Mbak Asih even hit the impact. It was just my advice,” said Musdalifah lying. Nurse Mami Toni never talked to him.

Musdalifah looked back and saw that three men had returned near the door. He slightly snorted at the look of the full look of the three of them.

“If Bu Anderson—"

“I won't call him again. I am just a village. Will not be able to deal with the law.” Asih cut off the word Musdalifah.

“It was just a suggestion from me. I overheard their conversation by accident. I am satisfied with Mbak Asih sitting alone here,” Musdalifah said softly. He looked at the look of Asih. Actually, the girl still looks very young.

“I'll excuse me to clean up first, Ma'am.” Asih nodded at Musdalifah. He stepped towards the back of the house. A few seconds, he turned around. “Send my greetings to the lawyer whose son is five, I came home this afternoon as well.”

“Child five?” muttered Musdalifah, he turned his head and turned towards the porch door. In the distance the three men were waving to call out to him.

“Mbak Asih!” call Musdalifah, walk through Asih's footsteps.

“Ya?” sahut Asih, slowed his pace.

“Ke Mr Toni? Not saying hello to Mr Toni?” musdalifah asked, his heart pounding a little when he asked about it. He knows this is crazy. What a crazy thing. But he just wanted to speculate about his boss.

“Children Bu Anderson?” Asih raised his eyebrows.

The Musdalifah nodded like a doll on the dashboard of a car.

He shakes his head as if thinking. “Baby boy in the near future, maybe.” Asih put on a faint smile, then continued her steps.

Musdalifah stood glued to his mouth. His head turned back to the porch door.

“Pssst! Pshh! Mus!” call Dean. “Sini!” Dean waved back to him.

“This one is really noisy! I wouldn't say his son would be five. To prove the Asih.” Musdalifah giggled towards the porch door.

“Where, Mus? How?” ask Sky, his look was curious and excited because he saw the reel of their success.

“She'll be home this afternoon,” replied Musdalifah.

“What did you say?” ask Rio. “Kok kayaknya very easy.”

“I just understand it is impossible to stay in this house with Mr. Toni. The effect is not good,” said Musdalifah.

“Ah, time, anyway?” Dean cringing. “Asih is stubborn and likes to argue,” he said.

“Kok, I'm familiar with the one mentioned just now.” Musdalifah took a long breath. “Ya, already. I want to eat first,” he said stepped in. In his heart he laughed. The influence of this arrogant lawyer was indeed extraordinary, he thought.

“About the continuation, Mus?” Rio's following Musdalifah to the dining room.

“Beres anyway,” Musdalifah sahut, directly to buffet table.

“Beres said, De, Lang.” Rio decided to trust Musdalifah. He sat down again near his wife.

“Yakin, Mus?” asked Dean who was now also next to Winarsih.

“Sure to be five, Sir.” The Musdalifah is back. Staring at the confused faces of Dean and his wife took turns.

To Be Continued