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6. Bu Jum
Breakfast toast has become a classic menu for both of them. Sometimes if Aretha could not cook for breakfast, then toast alone was enough for Radit. Because Radit was not accustomed to heavy breakfast food, it would be more comfortable just to be stuffed with a few sprigs of chocolate jam toast made by Aretha.
This time it's the same. Especially since they had just moved, and some items had not been laid out as they should.
"What do you plan to do, baby?"
"Eum, gone - done the house anyway. Same look - look around the house. Want to find a stall, who knows if there's anyone here. If you work and I need something, it'll be good, Dit."
"Yes, honey. I'll have Mr. Irawan drive the car here, yeah. Who knows you need."
"Whose car?"
"My car. Later let me use the office inventory car."
"There really is?"
"There was. We only have a car, so what am I wearing. But now his condition is different. I see, you need a car now too. Who knows, you want to walk alone if you want to, or want to go to town to buy something. Cause I can't get you 24 hours, honey. I will be busy, a lot of work. Sorry, yeah."
"Yes, it's okay, Dit. I understand. You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. You focus on your work, yeah."
"Yes, honey. But if there's anything - do you tell me, yes. Kabarin continues."
"Surely."
Radit finished his breakfast. Black coffee was over he drank. He'll be going to work soon. While Aretha picked up a jacket for her husband, the door of their house was knocked on by someone.
Radit, who guessed the guest that morning, walked forward to open the door. And it's true that it turns out that the one who came was Mr. Slamet, with a middle-aged woman.
"Oh, Mr. Slamet," said Radit, stale base.
"Rubber, Sir. Introduce this to my wife. His name is Juminah."
"Oh this is Juminah's mother?" Radit reached out to the woman next to Mr. Slamet.
Before long Aretha was also family by hugging her husband's brown jacket in his arm. "Sir Slamet? Already come?"
"Already, Mom. This is my wife" said Mr. Slamet repeating his introduction to the young couple. Mr. Slamet is a village man in general. Courteous, even though the figure of the man standing in front of him was much younger than him. Several times he always lowered his head or bowed his body slightly as a form of respect.
Of course Radit did the same. Even if Mr. Slamet is one of the workers on the project he is building, but still, he is not the type of person who will do arbitrarily to his subordinates. Radit continued to show a friendly and polite attitude that he had always maintained long ago.
"I'm Juminah, Sir, Mom. Just call
"I'm Radit, Mom. This is my wife, Aretha. I'm asking for help, help my wife at home, yes, ma'am. You know, we just moved, it's still a hassle."
"Good, Mr. Radit. I used to help a lot too - help here. So I've memorized the ins and outs of this house."
"Oh, so you've worked here before?" ask Aretha.
"Yes, Mom. When Mr. Ibrahim was still here. I help a lot." Bu Jum looks just like her husband. Polite and disinclined to the employer. When talking to Aretha and Radit, Bu Jum did not want to look directly into the eyes of his employer. Only occasionally, and the rest he submits his views.
"Well, coincidence then. Oh yes, Mr. Slamet. How's it? About the second floor bathroom? My wife did not want to occupy the room, he said. So if Mr. Slamet has a job in the fields, the bathroom is left alone. Don't need to be fixed. After all, our project is not yet running, so Mr. Slamet can take care of the fields first."
"Annu ... About that, I happen to want to talk to Mr. Radit." Gelagat Pak Slamet was like not tasty when he wanted to say his purpose in addition to delivering the wife.
"Oh, why is it, sir? If so, we sit first. Mari," take Radit and let the couple stop by the living room. Aretha also sat down with Radit, because of curiosity about the purpose of Mr. Slamet earlier.
"So, Mr. Radit." The initial sentence was heard from Mr. Slamet's mouth. He did not continue the words, instead stopped and looked at his wife. The two even engaged in a conversation using sign language that only the two of them knew. Mr. Slamet and Bu Jum actually throw each other to continue the sentence.
"Why is this? Even at that debate" Radit said with a smile.
"Eum, look at Mr. Radit. My husband is old. So ... I can't do rough work anymore. He was also late - late in this often sick - sick. So ... If for example the position of my husband is replaced by our firstborn, is it permissible?" ask Bu Jum who represents the husband. Mr. Slamet just looked down with an uncomfortable face. After all, he was a hard worker. I have been on projects there a lot. But the longer, the old age of course the power of Mr. Slamet is no longer like before. He began to linger and was no longer strong enough to lift iron, or to carry cement.
"Oh so it is. Why didn't Mr Slamet say from yesterday? Of course I can. Even that good. My Mom and Dad worked with me. The energy of young people is usually much stronger. Right, right, sweetie?" radit asked this time to turn to his wife for approval.
"Yes right. How old is Mr Slamet's son? Still in school or graduated?"
"Just graduated yesterday, Ms. Aretha. Well, not experienced work at all. Instead of her insistent on wandering far away, it's better, she works here. After all, if the work is far away, the tip is the same, so coolie," explained Mr. Slamet low.
"Not what, sir. I don't mind anyway. So Mr Slamet wants to stay home?"
"Eum, actually not so, sir. Because I will definitely keep working. Only I will choose a job that suits my abilities."
"Then ... Just here, yeah. Help Aretha here. This yard is, right, huge. I obviously can't clean it myself. Hehe."
"I, Sir? Is it okay - what?"
"Why is that why? So, Father and Mother, can work together here. I'm sure my wife agrees. Yeah, right, baby?"
"Yes right, sir. Father is here only. I also plan to plant some plants later. So I can ask you to help me take care of the garden."
"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Mom, sir."