Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 05. The Man Four Years Ago

#Gea

"Kabupeten Pangkep! Pangkep Regency! Come on up Mom!"

The sound of the bus kernet that was looking for passengers became the first voice that greeted me at the terminal in the city of Makassar.

"Later you take the bus to Pangkep, well up to Pangkep you just ride the vehicle what well I forgot the bentor if it is not wrong to enter the deep forest area, later at the forest gate there is the business of Mr. Kades who awaits you because his village in the middle of the forest."

"That damn guy you mean?" I hate when Enjel calls him Mr. Kades.

Hm talking about the vehicle that Enjel means is a type of rickshaw bentor pulled by a motorcycle instead of a bicycle so that the name becomes a bentor or motorcycle rickshaw.

"You hate him too much, Gea."

I did not listen to him and chose to grab Gibran's hand to get off the Enjel car to the bus for Pangkep district.

"Tell me when you get there."

"That's even if it's a signal ads," I replied then which made Enjel just shake his head at me.

I carried the sleeping Gibran by dragging my suitcase I walked towards the bus kernet. "To Pangkep-ka regency?"

"Device, take-ki, go to bis-ka."

I nodded then got on the bus while my suitcase was assisted by the kernet earlier, after a long time nge-tem, do I have to explain also if the nge-tem it is a waiting activity for passengers.

After a long time. Finally the bus that will take me to my destination is leaving, I opened my phone and checked google maps just estimate the time I will spend during the trip and it turns out I will spend two hours on the trip even if it is not jammed, this time the tail of my eyes glanced at the clock in the left corner of my phone screen which was already showing at twelve noon.

I think I'll just spend my time sleeping if this keeps up.

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"Ma?"

"Mama?"

I opened my eyes slowly as a small hand stroked my cheek, well it was Ridwan's hand that woke me up from falling asleep.

"Gibran, why son?" I looked at Gibran's face.

Well, no matter where the descendants are, Gibran still uses Indonesian even though our family uses the Makassar dialect in everyday conversation.

I threw my head to the window, apparently it was true that I had reached my destination, Pangkep district, I looked at the other passengers starting to get down, I did too, I took Gibran down and it turned out that my suitcase had been taken down by the kernet.

"Thank you," I smiled and pulled my suitcase looking for a bentor that would take me to the forest gate where the kades sir messenger I mean the damn man was waiting for me.

"Bentor Ma'am?"

A bentor rider who was waiting for passengers offered me the bentor, of course I accepted it, I mentioned the place I would go and then went up to the bentor.

"Mama, where are we really going?"

"We're going on vacation, baby," I lied.

It is impossible for me to tell Gibran what it was that I went to the gertomulio village to meet his father and make his father suffer.

Shortly after the bentor that I took me to the village gate until, I immediately paid and went down it turns out there was already a man sitting on a motorbike looking back at me.

"Mister Kades' mouthwell?"

"This is Ma'am Gea?"

Wait why is the Javanese accent so distinctive? Reminding me of someone, the man turned his back and it was true that the face of that man was the man I had been looking for for four years.

"I, Mr. Head of his Village, Ma'am."

The deg!

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