GENK DUDA ACUTE
78. In The Car

In the car, on the way back home.

“Tadi on what, anyway, ngeliatin park continues? What's the matter with Toni's secretary?” ask Orange, curious to know.

“The one in the park was the son of a former mother who worked at Toni's house. Her confidant is her mom, as well as her spiritual advisor, deh.” The sky glanced at the orange.

“Hah? Seriously? Spiritual advisor? Trus was flanked? How, weird? On the scene that go back and forth jengukin to the outside,” said Orange.

“Well, because Toni's mom used to be deket, now to her son that is, deh. She said she had the ability too. But, Toni's mom did not stop asking her son to continue to connect with her son. She had died, but her influence on Mami Toni was still very close. Who bothers Toni too. Macem-macem. Open the aura, whatever. Strange anyway,” clear Sky. He had guessed that Jingga must have asked about the affairs of those who paced like catering officials in the dining room and family room earlier.

“Trus diapain? Asked away?” guess Orange.

“Iya. That kind of thing, huh. The point is don't pay or call Mami Toni again. Now Toni's got her mom's phone.” The sky laughed a little considering their trivial activities earlier at Mami Toni's birthday event earlier.

“Can indeed? What about her mom?” orange Print again. He was very curious about the activities of the four men.

“Kalo nanyain, yes, it's Toni's business. Let him ngele as much as he can.”

Hearing that, Orange closed his mouth and nodded. She was not satisfied with her husband's explanation. The feelings that the three men did there were very lively and many whispers. However, what was conveyed to him was only a random outline, not sequential. No statements without questions.

Meanwhile, in another car.

“What is Toni's mammoth pain, Pi? Loved Dean's face as a boiled crab earlier,” Jennifer's gelak. “Ber-ener ingetnya just si Ara,” Jenni continued.

“Kalo denger from Toni's story, it's bad. It is like a closed room. Some of them contain something empty. Some are filled with old memories. Cassian. That is the best medicine. Therapy continues as well. Just six months ago Toni stopped her mammary therapy. Maybe her mom is tired, she's tired too.”

“Cassian Toni. He is still young and his life should still be as normal a path as possible. By the way, the pantes during this Toni is very cheerful, yes, Pi. Lately I think he seems more serious,” said Jenni. He had known the four men at half his age.

“Iya. Mom real. Also watch out, yeah. Toni has been looking more serious lately. Probably because they want to reverse the Wulan. Before he was mostly joking, anyway.”

“Her family has agreed she wants to reverse with Wulan?” ask Jenni.

“Still mining. But I think Toni this time will continue. He's lamar Wulan, again.” Rio looked at his wife.

Jenni rounded her mouth. “Oh, yes? Pantes ...,” says Jenni.

“Why?” ask Rio.

“Sorot his eyes are sad. Though just typing a message on hape.” Jenni laughed out loud. “Toni can't be lied to if you fall in love again. He will treat his woman like a queen,” says Jenni.

“I'm not really? The heavens? Dean?” Rio scrunched his face. “It looks like all men will treat the woman he loves like a queen,” Rio added. He did not put himself as a husband when arguing with Jenni about such a general matter. They are friends. Jenni was now praising a friend of theirs without thinking about the fate of the other three.

“Papi also kayak Toni. But, Papi continued and was constant with it. I see it as a daily life. The sky, more romantic. Toni is adoring. I think different.”

“Dean? Dean how?” Rio was curious about Jenni's assessment of him and his friends.

Jenni again chuckled when she heard Dean's name mentioned again. “Dean, yes? Mmm .. Dean will also treat the woman he loves like a queen. But ...”

“But what?” look at Rio impatiently. He intends to retell Jenni's assessment of all her friends.

“Dean will treat his woman like a queen, if she is treated like a king. Tell king number one, carry it out. Only then can it be queen.” Jenni resumed her laughter.

“Hmm …. King Dean,” muttered Rio.

“He’eh. King culas,” Jenni.

“He’eh. Agree,” reply Rio. Then the husband laughed out loud.

While in the car personnel are being laughed at ….

“Any, right, about Toni's mom?” dean looked at his wife.

“Any. I think the city people are synonymous with modernization who do not know shamans, abstinence, or myths that have not been proven true. Since the flower squirms earlier, my opinion has changed.” Winarsih to see the back seat. Dita and Dirja are already exhausted in their respective lap mbaknya. While Widi, sitting next to Mr. Noto with her babysitter. He was actually very sleepy.

“But, it's not all, yes, Win. Not everyone in the city is like that.”

“Iya, I know. Thank goodness everything was in order. Kasian also squirms Mas Toni if you have to constantly argue with his mother about ‘orang pinter’. I'm also the same as Mbak who was asked to go home with Mbak Mus. I want to be myself, Mas,” Winarsih said. She looked at her husband with a clear look.

“Aduh, my wife is sad,” Dean said. “Sini—sini. Pregnant women should not be sad.” Dean slipped his hand on Winarsih's back and pulled his wife into a hug.

The sleepy Winarsih leaned against half of Dean's chest. A sense of comfort immediately spread from each caress of the man's palm on his head.

“Ha?” Winarsih straightened her body looking at Dean's face.

“Tuh, right? You must see from the perspective of women, mothers, plus pregnant. For Asih who used to go to and fro without anyone's permission, the high walls of Toni's mansion must have been seen as a prison. Can aja Mbak Asih actually object, but can not refuse because it feels bad. And with the intense communication with Mami Toni, it's impossible that she doesn't know what Ms. Anderson.” is Dean pulled Winarsih's body back to lean on her.

“Ngatain his mother Mas Toni Bawel,” whistle Winarsih.

“That's a fact, Win. I was less able to refine the term,” replied Dean.

“Not because her mom Mas Toni mispronounced the name?” ask Winarsih. She smiled without being able to see her husband.

“Yes, geez. That again. Huh, ah. Anyway so. When giving an assessment, change our point of view many times.”

“How much is it?” asked Winarsih without seeing her husband.

“Iya. After arising several points of view, give the reason each.”

“Terus Mas?” Winarsih's voice sounded excited. Dean very rarely wants to share knowledge and conversations about his work. Not stingy. Her husband always said he was too tired and tired to talk about the same thing all day. At home, the man wanted a different atmosphere. No work at home. Especially when in bed.

“Keep us down. This was nyampe in front of the terrace,” said Dean, ruffling his wife's hair.

While in the car that left the earliest ….

“Ehem!” Santoso.

The Musdalifah were silent when Santoso began to draw attention to their first five minutes in the car.

“Kita—meaning Ma'am Musdalifah directly home?” ask Santoso.

“Iya, direct aja.” Musdalifah smiled flatly as he nodded

“Mbak Mus from earlier diem. By the way, dong.” Santoso glanced at Musdalifah who had just quietly hugged his bag tightly.

“What do you say? I was tired for almost the whole day outside. Usually Saturday I rest at home,” replied Musdalifah.

“What story, cake, I chilled denger.” Santoso wants to make Musdalifah comfortable. He did not know that Musdalifah always put up a shield and looked very sentimental with him. However, Musdalifah's attitude made him more curious.

“What story, yes ... My life is so-so. A full day spent in the office. The rest I take care of Mr. Toni's business as requested. Nothing else,” call Musdalifah. Originally he was lazy to prolong the conversation.

Musdalifah felt the journey became very long. Saturday afternoon traffic was never friendly. The red light gap that had been a long time ago has now become very long.

“Kalo that, I'll tell you a story. Can?” ask Santoso.

“Ya, can. Please,” sahut Musdalifah.

“A month ago, I was out riding a motorbike. It's a bit sluggish, almost half a mallem. Take the file to the office. The plan is to be spry, but instead over time chat with the lobby security guard.” Santoso glanced at the face of Musdalifah who only let out a small nod hearing the opening of the story.

“Hour half one, the street light somehow does not turn on. Getting into the streets of my house is amazingly dark. So, why not bring a car. I am so tired on the road. The streets are completely deserted. I was negative thinking only at that time,” said Santoso.

“Trus? Why?” Musdalifah turned to Santoso for a moment, but his gaze quickly returned to the streets. He was half washed away by the horror story told by Santoso.

“Continue until my house directly eat. Lost glue.” Santoso stared at Musdalifah for a moment.

“Hah?” Musdalifah.

Santoso chuckled alone. Musdalifah increasingly scrunched his mouth. It felt like he was strangling Santoso at the time.

“I stopped in front of that alley aja.” Musdalifah pointed at an alley that was visible several meters in front of them.

“Good, Mbak.” Santoso started to continue. “But ... can't enter the alley?”

“Cannot. The alley is too small. I am in front,” said Musdalifah, starting to pick up all the packages.

“Oke, if so I anter into.” Santoso was just about to shut down his car engine, but was prevented by Musdalifah.

“Not done. Deket, really. I'm not even good. I can't do anything,” said Musdalifah.

“What about hope?”

To Be Continued