MOM
Chapter 97
Sezha ignored the figure of white prowess that flashed right beside him earlier. He again focused on finding the color of house paint said by vegetable sellers, namely black and white paint.
After passing through quite a lot of houses, he finally found a board house painted in black and white.
"Is this his house ? if as the vegetable mother said earlier, surely this is because there is no more paint color gini, just this house doank." Sezha thought while standing not far from the black and white house.
Sezha is still in doubt, he is not yet completely sure if it is the Tukijan house he is looking for.
Tukijan from the inside of the house painted in black and white peeked at Sezha from behind the window curtain.
"There's a new patient apparently." He said while watching Sezha.
Tukijan accidentally did not come out of his house, but he already knew if Sezha was looking for his house. After peeking out from behind the curtain, Tukijan sat back down while drinking the coffee on the table.
Sezha still continues to pay attention to the paint color of every house that lined up. He did not find the same paint color as this house board.
"Judah, knock aja daritadi I check the color of the paint black and white just the house of this board." Sezha sure.
Sezha stepped both feet closer to the house board.
"Excuse me !" He shouted without saying hello.
Tukijan opened the door.
"Please come in."
Sezha was confused that he wanted to ask first if it was true that this house belonged to Tukijan but he had not had time to ask, instead he was welcome to enter.
"Hm, but I'm sorry if the owner of this house is Mr Tukijan ? because the paint color of the father's house is the same as that said by the mother of the vegetable seller." Sezha.
"I'm Tukijan, let's go in. I know what you're doing."
"Oh yes sir, thank you."
Sezha walked into Tukijan's house, as her gaze swept through every corner of this fairly narrow room.
Tukijan.
"I know my house is small, please sit."
"Yes sir." Sezha nodded awkwardly.
Buset and this father can read minds.
"Wait here, I'll go inside first."
"Yes sir but not for long sir because I'm afraid I'm going home too late."
"You're afraid, you can go home now. My door is still wide open." Tukijan kicked Sezha out.
"Bu-not so I mean sir, hem gini you know what sir ya." Sezha stuttered while not knowing what to say.
"I asked once again, I most dislike people with plan plin. What is your purpose here ? if you're interested in asking for my help, you're quiet enough and don't talk too much, but if you want to go home, I won't mind." Tukijan asked Sezha.
"I want to ask for your help." Said Sezha steady.
"Good, wait a minute. I'll prepare it."
Sezha just nodded without saying anything, because she was afraid that her words were wrong.
Jeez. killer very this father, no smiley feelings. Moga aja jago dah's.
Understandably Tukijan's face is serious without further ado, he most dislikes people who hesitate to use his services. So he asked Sezha firmly.