My Berondong Husband
#32 Happy Weekend Trio Kalong (end)
The morning was approaching, the air at the top was so cold. The cold weather from the direction of the hill still feels piercing the skin taste. After making a glass of tea, Kesya walked out looking at the sight.
The greenish expanse is visible, the houses that look small from where Kesya stands. He decided to sit down after wiping the chair that had been hit by dew. He had a glass of tea on the table while checking his phone occasionally.
There was a message from Bian, asking when he came home, his mother who was worried because her phone had been inactive, but there was something that disturbed his mind about Kevano. These few days the boy did not interfere with his life anymore, there was no spam or chat disosmednya, no contact even though just saying, “Morning aunt.”
It should have allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief, but it wasn't that easy. Kevano's words still hang in his mind. He believes that something has happened, that no one as concerned as Kevano can say that Bian is not good, and must leave him.
If that time repeats itself, maybe he will stop Bian's attitude that looks excessive and more childish than Kevano. Although what Bian said was true, there was no need for anyone else to interfere in their relationship affairs.
Kevano's arrival in his life was like giving a signal in his life problems, but Kevano's arrival also had a good impact on his work. The boss rarely scolded him, his job was guaranteed and everything seemed fun.
Since Kevano's problem disappeared as if swallowed by the earth, he had no longer worked at Putra Group and when he last said Kevano did not appear again.
“What do you think of, mbak?”ask the one who broke Kesya's daydream.
Kesya gasped for a moment and then turned her face, Mang Adin was already sitting at work beside the table where the tea was.
“Neither Mang, Just look at the scenery.” Kesya said a lie, smiling kindly towards Mang Adin.
“Masa mbak want to lie to parents like me who have seen people's faces millions of times,” said soft Mang Adin with regional accent.
Kesya. It was true what Mang Adin said, he was trying to lie and it was visible from his face. It was very apparent, even though it was not Mang Adin, many people could guess it.
“Free love problems, Mang.” Kesya said later, holding back her own words.
“Soal guys yes or more marital thoughts.”
“More precisely the thought of the wedding that stayed waiting for the day, Mang.”
“Wah, congratulations. May it be a family in the ridhoi of God.”
Kesya nodded, muttering the word aamiin.
Occasionally Kesya had a pretty serious chat with Mang Adin. When talking about Mang Adin's marriage was so enthusiastic, the almost fifty-year-old said. When he was young, he and his wife were betrothed, their marriage was forced, but somehow the language of Love exists because it is used to it.
Despite being married due to terpksa, Mang Adin and his wife still remain together and have three children, Yoga and his two brothers who are already working.
“Customs yes, Mang.”
“Ya lasting not lasting mbak, the name of the gift from God even though we say forced but if already a mate, we can what.”
Kesya could only continue to nod at Mang Adin's words. After negating the remark, he finally solidified his intention to marry Bian. There is no doubt, people's speech is just a spice in their love.
While he was still chatting with Mang Adin, Gnada came in his casual clothes.
“Again, Mang?” Double Greeting.
“Again, Den. Excuse me to clean the villa first.” Mang Adin said asking for permission to pass away.
“Lah is gone. New guy just came.” Doubles, then took over Mang Adin's seat earlier. “Began chatting what you guys were, really exciting like.”
“Chatting his son, there are still singles not, who knows want to be with you.”
“Ah seriously you, no?” tanya Douba was curious, with Kesya's lie.
“There, really beautiful girl. Want me to ask you to know? Let you repent and return to the right path.”
“Ih, Kekes make it so bad. I really thought.”
“Part of you yes, early in the morning already kepo aja, definitely want to ngajak ghibah.”
Double tilted his head while smiling.
“By the way which centil queen?” continued Kesya while asking Yunda's whereabouts that were invisible since earlier.
“Yuyun again the same path Yoga it, go nowhere. I hope he doesn't come home in a depleted state ***.” Double Speak with ease.
“Yes Allah, her mouth is so sweet this beautiful one.” Kesya said while mocking Douba's speech. As usual, the bony mouth of the lelalki so pierced the liver and bile, once said directly stuck an arrow.
“Later in the afternoon we go home, so now mending us a walk. He said nearby there is a tea garden with other fruits. I have never been there.”
“Kuy, we get there.” Kesya said so excited.
Kesya sipped her tea then followed Gandayang walk first. Before they go back to the clutches and work tomorrow, it's good to first enjoy all that, free mumpung as well. Kesya is always excited if it is free, although not free he will try to enjoy it if it is with a trio of kalong, his crazy friends.
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The journey to the tea garden is not so far away, a little use the bike they borrowed from Mang Adin. Because the brands were both curious that such a teahouse was moored, let alone as children born and raised in the city, they rarely saw such a sight.
Arriving there, the tea garden was quite crowded with pickers and visitors, until both saw unusual scenery, Yunda and Yoga enjoyed it all just the two of them.
“Eh the aunt, he said he did not like berodong.” Say Kesya while walking closer to Yunda and Yoga.
Yunda turned his head to the source of the voice, seeing Ganda and Kesya who came his face pouting and stiff. His inner.
“Ngapain the heck you two came,” Yunda said with a frown.
“Likes we dong, this is an open place.” Double Seloroh. “Lagian me we are the same Yoga ***** in front of sono.”
Yoga nodded not understanding their speech.
“When do we go home?” connect Yunda as soon as he gets to the idea of Ganda and Yunda.
“Entar afternoon. As far as you are satisfied, go for a walk or nuntasin your work the same Yoga, right baklan long time no see tuh.”
“Meet me, Yoga is our same city. And I already nawarin a job in the office after he graduated later.”
“Emang you asked boss Ruben?” ask Kesya.
“Not yet, but definitely can. I was an exemplary employee of the month for many years.”
Kesya and Ganda did not care about Yunda's words, they both joined the workers to pick and collect tea shoots, he said the tea picked by himself was more delicious and fragrant.
But, Kesya who never did it even wrong to quote it, the quote is too long, not the young he took even until the young leaves.
Picking tea like this reminds him when there were activities in Japan first. Together with Mr. Ruben's boss, they both got the project of advertising one of the famous beverage brands there, before returning to Indonesia they took a walk first tea garden, tea, then enjoy green tea typical of one of the regions in Japan.
The fragrant and fragrant tea he still remembered, since then he liked green tea, and drinking maca was one of the reasons.
Unlike when he went to Malaysia, he had to hotly help workers to take palm fruit, advertising projects there for quite a while about a week. While looking at the cooking oil advertising project, they were given free travel time, they thought the place was beautiful, it turned out to be a palm oil plantation.
“Kekes!” Dual Shouts right in Kesya's right ear. Which instantly makes him wake up from his world that is so exciting.”Just daydream, we are called Mang Adin it.”
“Eh,” Kesya realized then saw the mang Adin waving at them, in his left hand carrying a few pieces of fish, maybe they were invited to burn fish again. “Sorry deh. Come There.”
Ganda and Kesya came out of the tea garden towards Mang Adin, while Yunda and Yoga went there first.
“This is some fish that Mamang can be river. Let's burn together.” Invite Mang Adin, once the four have reached the place of Mang Adin, on the edge of a shady tea garden and there is a place to relax.
The four nodded, then took out some of the materials they would use to burn the fish. While burning them still had time to joke, which made Mang Adin and Yoga also laughed to see the ridiculous three friends.
It was actually between Yoga and Yunda shortly after they met last night. Yoga had known Yunda long ago from sosmed, they often talked and talked, but never once met. Yoga has a gentle demeanor like the father, which makes Yunda fall in love within seconds.
How to talk Yoga is so slow and sweet, membubnkan me-you, sometimes me, make anyone must be fascinated. But, for Yunda it was not only that. Yoga has something that makes many women melt, namely their bodies.
“They are fine, yes?” mang Adin asked Yoga, while burning fish, while the kalong trio was still joking.
“Iya, Bah. They are good kok.” Answer Yoga with a smile.
“That you know you like Ma'am Yunda like each other, why not just date.”
“Ah Abah, we like each other. But, not necessarily mbak Yunda want to go out with Yoga.”
Mang Adin did not answer, he instead called the trio kalong to replace him burn fish, because he was about to go home.
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Two days were less for them to take a vacation, and as they promised, that afternoon they decided to go home.
After greeting the Mang Adin Family, the three waved from behind the glass window, for that afternoon Yoga came with them. Because tomorrow he has to go to college.
“Where is your lecture, Ga?” double Tanya once the car that was driven by Yunda had started walking away from the villa area.
“Currently mas. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow the trial.” Yoga Sayings.
Hearing Ganda being called mas, Yunda and Kesya could not help but ask, they laughed so loudly. Because all this time they know Ganda called Gendis or in the language of the region means beautiful girl.
“You know what the hell?” the Double Word is being stupid.
“Funny too yes, you are called mas. How strange is it.” Said Kesya while holding back her laughter that had since continued to come out.
“Gue is still his external guy, obviously it is called mas. What are you going to major in?”
“Business and Mangement.”
Double nodding, Yunda had started to tune the music aloud, he intended to karaoke cheerfully again, but his comrade's nimble was not like. Even Kesya looks yawned and sleepy, not how long he fell asleep so soundly. The same is done by the Double who sits in the back.
“Lu sleep too, Yo?” yunda asked to confirm the state of Yoga, from behind the glass above the wheel he saw Yoga shaking his head. “If I do not want to talk, yes.Kan bus becomes a problem if I also sleep.”
“Yes, I'm sure you are kok.”
Yoga and Yunda began their conversation that was like endless, but since last night they kept chatting about anything, from college to more personal things.
“Where is the trial?” ask Yunda later.
“Still gerogi anyway, but have learned to count, roughly what the testers will ask later.”
“Just relax, don't go gerogi. It was just for a second. Out of the court door, your life has just begun.”
“Ult mbak Yunda gerogi not fitting trial?” tanya Yoga alternates.
At first Yunda wanted to lie, but he paused. “Cockmarks anyway.”
Yoga laughed softly at Yunda's words.
The conversation continued until they reached the city again, the journey to enter the city also took a long time, especially if it was hit by afternoon traffic, where people came home from enjoying their weekend.