He Who Came Back
Gunned

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The end of the week is the most awaited day by children, plus this weekend there are atok and their new opung coming from the city of medan.

The thing that makes Lili and Lulu and amazed is that her op actually moved to live with them in Jakarta, an unexpected thing that made them flabbergasted.

It is also proof that the news that Lala the older brother delivered so far is not just a figment that aims to make them temporarily happy.

That morning after returning home from dawn with his father at the mosque, The king changed his clothes by only wearing a plain white T-shirt with knee-length pants and also sports shoes to accompany the father of a leisurely walk around the complex housing the watermelon seed villa where he lived.

The king who is notoriously friendly rebukes anyone he meets along the way they surround the complex, for the King as a newcomer or nomads is very important to have good relations with neighbors around, he said, because at the time of disaster or there is an urgent matter, the neighbors are the first people who come to our homes compared to relatives who live far apart.

“Wah there is bang King, since there are children rarely look out bang?” Greet RT sir and Wife who is also jogging.

“Iya nih sir, usual trouble if morning.” The King answered honestly as is.

“Bapak how are you, when to Jakarta?” Ask RT sir also to Mr. Azis

Since settling in the watermelon seed villa complex, the King is known as bang Raja because he comes from Sumatra, according to residents of the complex does not feel good if using a mas greeting.

“Yesterday, sir. Maybe this time me and the mother of the King will stay a little long pack RT,” replied Mr. Azis to inform him of his whereabouts and mak Duma.

Mr. RT just nodded, he already knew Mr. Azis, the middle-aged man was never absent from dawn prayers and magrib congregated in the mosque if he was at the King's house, even occasionally Mr. Azis was once a priest.

“Makanya remarry or bang Raja let someone take care of.” Say bu RT suddenly while stroking her nine months pregnant stomach.

“Ehh sorry bang King my wife likes origin.” Reply mr. RT is not good.

“Call ya bu insyaAllah still no one wants.”

“Father sir, I am relaxed aja.” The king answered the couple again.

“If the handsome kayak bang this King must be tea there still want.”

“Mom-mom if you collect vegetable shopping early in the morning the reformer must be bang king.” Ms. RT explained.

“So mama often talks bang Raja when shopping for vegetables?” Ask RT's wife.

“Not me oruh sir, it's the flower widow who lives at the end of the complex that often nanyain bang Raja.” Ms. RT defended herself.

“Yang already widowed five times it,” ask pack RT again.

“Don't come back the same one that has been five times bu my son is still plain.” Answer Mr. Azis casually chimed in the words of RT sir and RT bu.

Pak Azis's reply suddenly made RT's sir laugh out loud to feel funny with Pak Azis' answer.

“Still under parental guidance yes sir.” Said Mr. RT added.

“The same is aja bang Raja, who yesterday was bang Raja bring Lulu school pick up.” Tweet to RT.

“Oh yes, what we see is yes ma,” pak RT add.

The words of the couple managed to make Pak Azis look at the King questioningly. And the King also just realized that Pak RT's second son also went to school in the same place as Lulu, only the RT's son was already TK B.

The King's face reddened, he did not expect the moment was seen by RT sir and RT bu. The king tried to answer as calmly as possible that the father and the RT ma'am saw only limited friends who hitchhiked home together.

“But it fits sir, carry Lulu looks like a pity to Lululunya.” RT explained what he saw.

“Bapak think there's something I don't know about this.” Reply mr. Azis responded.

The king had planned to make a simple fish pond for the father in the empty land behind his house which was quite spacious, he has also made a gazebo and a place to put a sewing machine that is also directly facing toward the fish pond later.

The king had planned as much as possible, to make his father and mother stay at home with him.

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When he got home, the mother had prepared breakfast, the King immediately headed to his room rushed to clean himself and changed clean clothes.

When he went back down to the dining room it turned out that all had gathered there, from the last staircase he went down the King heard clearly the question of the father to Lulu.

“Batul your father once brought a woman to pick you up your school.?”

“It's aunty aunty right.” Ask Lulu make sure.

“What's his name.” Ask dad to know.

“Emm tapa kak yu forgot.” Answer plain Lulu.

“Yang..”.

“Eat first, talk later.” The king answered and cut Lili the mouth limp her magic mamak drip.

“Obviously we eat while talking about kak.” Lili defended herself by inviting her allies. But the ally does not look interested in Lili's lure.

“Ja later in the afternoon you will shop for sewing tools, so just take your mamak to the house..”

“Mak, a table for cutting mamak cloth is necessary? let me tell you to expand the gazebo later.” Ask the King to cut off Mak Duma's words quickly.

Mamak with a curious face looked at the King full of questions, while the father was smiling who did not know what it meant, in contrast to Lala who saw his father with the tail of his eyes as if ready to attack the enemy until only left the name.

After breakfast they all headed to the gazebo behind the house with happy faces.

“I went up for a while to take a laptop while working.” Said the king to my father and mother.

“Lala is also up briefly opung no need said Lala and immediately leave the others in the gazebo that can already be used to relax it.

Doubtfully the King stepped into his house and went straight to his room, as he passed through Lala's room he planned to enter briefly to speak to his eldest son, he canceled his intention because he did not want to make others wait too long.

The king opened the door of his room quickly and how surprised the man was that Lala was sitting on his desk chair.

“Eh. What's up.?” The King asked a little confused despite already being able to predict what Lala would ask. The king was one hundred percent sure that Lala would ask about the woman he brought to pick Lulu up.

“I want to talk maturely with dad, I hope dad is honest with me this time.” Lala's answer made her even more confident of the question Lala was going to ask.

“What is.” Ask the King who is sitting in one corner of the bed facing his desk where Lala is sitting.

“Yana the story opung, and Yana the Lulu the story and Yana the mother of Adam the same person right?” Lala said directly like firing a bullet fired into the heart and head of the target simultaneously.

“If what I asked is true, what is the reason why I closed it from opung.” Add the little girl again.

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