Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTERS 10. Pappoji Ko Mappojiki

I'm still working on the spot, what am I supposed to do now, I'm only a day old and I'm going to be Miss Kades.

What the hell? The village was completely lawful to swear, I was silent for a moment as all eyes looked at me.

But there were some gazes that stared cynically well especially from the village girls who were desperately wanting to get Pak Kades.

As for me, the innocent woman in the guise of a female student who will do research for a new day has been nominated to be Bu Kades.

Okay, this time I'm trying to be assertive, I don't want to!

"Sorry Mbah, instead of rejecting - ka let alone ndak I respect the custom of the village-ta, but ndak-ka, marriage is not a thing once so, it is not, I have to think ahead and I'm here just for research not to be someone's wife."

Everyone was silent at my words, even some did not believe I refused to be the wife of Mr. Kades, after all the logic is how can I take revenge if I become his wife.

I'm not ridho.

"Tell Dek Gea, Mbah, give me time to find a future wife in order to fulfill the custom of this village, not make outsiders who do not know anything as victims" Mr. Kades defended me.

I'm lazy to be defended by her but this time I need a defense of what I'm accused of.

"Can't!"

The village refused, which infuriated. "Forced very, really!"

Mr. Kades who was not far from me could hear my voice and I could only be speechless, Mr. Kades gave me a quick glance and then looked back at Mbah Sudarsono.

"Wouldn't I have the right to choose my own regardless of the custom of this village, so give me twenty-four hours" Mr. Kades again said.

All the residents seemed to whisper and say yes, I also chose to go from there to leave them all because it was mumet from there.

Carrying Gibran, I got out of the village hall, and chose to walk wherever it was important I did not want to go back to Mak Saharia's house.

When I found the right seat, I chose to calm down, I had not launched an act of revenge and I was instead told to be Miss Kades.

"Basar Mbah-Mbah sarap!" my annoyance.

"Don't bend, it's not pretty!"

I turned towards the voice, Brother Ion apparently, Brother Ion chose to sit beside me and he came with his son Reza.

"Why?" ask Brother Ion.

"Son, you know the answer, right?" my answer is to explain everything.

Why do I explain that Brother Ion was also there to listen to the orders of the kades.

"Hahaha, be patient well, would you like to entertain me?"

"Well, what do you want?"

Brother Ion took a guitar from his back, I until unconscious on his back there is a guitar.

"You want to sing, what song do you want?"

"What a thing."

"Song bugis, will you?"

"Emang sister knows?"

"You're a little bit."

Whats? I'm a native of Makassar gatau English and can Kak Ion know when he comes from bekasi, you know? Planet bekasi's.

"Gendong Reza bertar yah," Brother Ion gave Reza to me and I carried him.

Gibran was sitting next to me, and Ion began strumming his guitar, I wonder if Kak Ion knew how to play the guitar because when Ion's brother was dating, most anti.

Yheng!

"Maggina yes, upirasai, na si jokka na de gaga letukkenna ..."

And the sound is good, I know this song, a song that was once viral because it was sung by the winner of a talent show on a flying fish tv.

".... Batekku puadai mappoji, cawami mu baliangga ... Na krka aga mupau, pole thymum, oh love ..."

I understand the meaning a little, it means Repeatedly I say love, you just smile, unspoken words of love, from your lips, oh love.

Okay, I'm not making it, actually this song was originally in Indonesian which was adapted to bugis, I told you, I don't understand bugis language, apart from everything that says I'm a bugis.

"In yah sis," interrupted me and Ion sis not to answer.

Somehow the sentence in the passage was so deep and meaningful that Kak Ion smiled faintly at me.

I followed her singing because I was a pussy. "... Rekko memeng dega pappojimmu ri yes dememenna umelo manrasa mattajeng ...."

A little interpret, why this song seems so deep when the meaning of the song in the Indonesian version is, Love says love, honey says dear. Don't you replace me with hope.

I'm still writing but the meaning of the song is this.

Ion repeated the second ref from the song.

"... Rekko memeng dega pappojimmu ri yes dememenna umelo manrasa mattajeng ..."

For some reason said Mattajeng Kak Ion stared at me when it meant Waiting.

"... Saba pappoji dena wedding ipassa, Aja nasessekale maddimonrinna, Rekko ati macinnong mappoji, tania no onion simata ..."

Yheng!

Brother Ion ended the song, he smiled at me, his smile was so sweet, why this one doctor is so amazing well, I was a little amazed.

"Favor Brother."

"For, what?"

"the song."

Ion's brother put the guitar back on his back and took Reza from my sling.

"It seems like Brother has to go to the health center again Gea, you want to come?"

I shook my head, what lack of work should I go to the puskesmas.

"Then, Brother first well, you are fine here and do not be sad anymore,* Brother Ion raised his thumb and left me with Gibran there.

I choose to walk back to Mak Saharia's house now, because I have to prepare myself to do my fake research, just imagine me being so serious because you know.

This is not a fake research, a student who has to do research from the university where Enjel's husband teaches is ready to be replaced.

So I'm here to actually play a student while avenging my revenge, because the value of someone is in my hands, even though he has paid dearly.

Arriving at Mak Saharia's house, empty there is no Mak there, I invite Gibran into the room.

In the room I opened my laptop, it was two in the afternoon it turned out, how long had I been in the village hall.

Pingy!

I opened whatsapp from the desktop on my laptop, looked a lot of messages from the student lecturer whose position I changed right.

"We need a powerprint of research on education in the village tomorrow morning, it's the second day you should have started, right?"

That's message. I'm here to research learning education in the only primary school in this village, why don't I ask other students who are studying well why should the education department lead to sociology.

"And the deadline is six in the morning."

I continued reading the message, ah I feel frustrated yet I launched an act of revenge I've messed with this.

I typed a message. "Okay, I'll do it."

You know, this final semester student that I replaced, required her to do educational research, how good the level of education in this village, in order to be recommended to get help from the district central government, not all universities do this.

But I think it's more of a sociology major than an education.

Pingy!

One more message.

"Sir Gea, have you signed the approval for the execution of Mr Kades there yet? If it's already photographed well, let me attach it in the final caption."

That's the message from the student that I replaced well true friends, I researched him summarizing and now I have to meet PAK KADES AGAIN!

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