MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
HAREUDANG

" … Sofanya moved there. The same bookcase aquarium moved here. The jars also moved here. Continue …"

While stirring a wok filled with rica-rica ducks, Ushi unceasingly gave orders to his two workers, Zaim and Ikbal. Meanwhile, Nia, was busy sweeping the entire courtyard filled with the dried leaves of the rambutan tree. Massive filial work at the luxurious residence number eight was done twice a year at times that depend on Ushi's mood.

"Mom, where's the trash bag?" Nia shouted from the backyard.

Ushi was screaming. "It's right there."

"Nothing."

"There was. Same thing with Ikbal if you wear your mouth. Nyari tuh everywhere with eyes."

"I'm even looking for a sixth sense, Mom."

"That's a child. Obviously, it was out with the same graffiti sack of trash as well."

"Well, ma'am, if the work is not using the heart."

"You are the one whose labor does not use the heart" Ushi told Ikbal.

"Where is filial work not using the heart the results can be gini, ma'am?" Ikbal pointed to the entire house whose decoration had changed completely.

"This is Zaim's work. You think you didn't see that so you just pushed around? Zaim himself lifted this. All told filial work take heart. How do you have a heart? Your heart is divided into those obscure girls."

"Mother, dih."

Zaim only laughed in response to the mother and child who almost every second involved the bickering.

"Mom, there's no sack of trash." Nia's screams were getting louder.

Spontaneous Ushi shrink stove. "Geez. Have two children already rich have ten children yes. Wonderful."

"Let me, Mom." Zaim moved from his rest. "All I want to do is move the car."

"Yaudah please yes, Za. I take vegetable care. Let cepet mateng. So we can mop up lunch."

Zaim only nodded in response to Ushi, then rushed towards the exit. Nia was busy looking for trash bags. But instead of helping, Zaim instead did something that increasingly provoked sweat. At first Zaim only wanted to tease Nia who looked annoyed, but it was beyond belief that Zaim was ultimately tempted all out. Again, weapons eat sir!

"Honey, there's your mom."

Nia looked up. "Certain why? We're not doing anything."

"Yes but your position can make people think we're doing something again, dear," said Zaim.

"And I just saw your new tattoo."

"You don't see that squat."

"Yes have to squat dong. The tattoo position is on the hip. If stand where it looks. But wait a minute." Nia was silent for a moment. "Why are you suddenly cramped?"

Zaim threw away his face, held back laughter and especially, held back the embarrassment.

"That feeling was not. Oh I know. You horny? Just because I'm squatting in front of this?" nia added, pointing to Zaim's property.

"Yes." Yeah."

Spontaneous Nia standing up. "What's? Seriously? I'm just from Nebak ta–"

"Honey," Zaim said. "I'm sorry but you can be rich, right?"

"Ordinary means?"

"Hold your voice."

"Huh? Tu–"

SHRACK

The noise of the clamorous shrubbery accompanied by the sound of hunting breaths and sighs that failed to be held back, was slightly disguised by the unfriendly wind. I don't know what Nia and Zaim are doing behind that bush, which is for sure they should have a reasonable reason to explain their chaotic appearance. Reasons such as falling from a rambutan tree may be.

"Who? Where are they going? Is this still a mess gini anyway?" ask Ushi while probing around. "So the sack really doesn't exist …"

BRACKET

"Damn it!"

"I told you, Dad." Monica closed the fashion magazine she was reading. "Not to go to Indonesia. Moreover, until I meet a crazy guy whose name is Zaim Alfarezi."

"Father not accept. Anyway Papah will be able to respond to Zaim Alfafezi's treatment."

Monica continued reading. "Good luck with that, Pah."

"You also have to help Papah."

"Son, thank you."

"Monica Yin! Si–"

"Don't nag a madman, Pah. Seriously," Monica said. "But if Papah kekeh, please don't involve me with Mamah." Monica. "Keep not angry here. This is a hospital, Pah."

CLAMPS

"His way, Mah?" Monica approached Nila who had just entered the nursery. "Thank you, Sus."

"Together."

"Thank you, Sus." Nila.

The nurse simply gave the same answer and then passed. Nila greeted Monaco while eating breakfast that had just been delivered by the other sisters. Just like when Monica had just returned from Indonesia, Nila immediately asked the same question. Where is Nia? Of course Monaco also gave the same answer as Monica's answer at that time, that he had failed to bring Nila together with the princess.

" … But I won't give up."

Nila sighed in response to Monaco. "That's okay. Just what Monic said, I better wait till Nia opens the door sorry for me."

"A rich vengeful boy he'll never be able to open a door sorry for anyone. The story is different when forced."

"That's okay, Co. I really have enough with the news that Nia is happy" replied Nila.

"Not enough, is it? Yesterday you said mending was dead."

Nila breathed again. "That's it, Co. No need to know la–"

"I'll bring that vengeful child here. Even I'll make him bow at your feet." Monaco leaves Nila's nursery. "Wait a minute."

BRACKET

Nila unceasingly sighed, even Monica. Although no longer bagging identity as the right hand of the most feared gangster in Taiwan, Monaco's self-esteem is still equally high. Like a gangster whose pride is trampled blatantly, there is no equivalent retaliation other than to sow the tambourine of war! Yes, Monaco, the former gangster from Furung, steadfastly declared war on the hidden crazy rich Jaksel, Zaim Alfarezi.

"Duy."

"Yes, Boss." Duyi, a charismatic young man hastily likened his pace to Monaco.

"Selundupin people to Indonesia to bring the vengeful child here."

"Good, Boss."

"It failed, smuggling people from other countries. And if it still fails." Monaco slowed down the move, then turned to Duyi. "You're the one who went down to the field."

"Do I need to bring Zaim Alfarezi too, Boss?"

Monaco's move was completely halted. "Make what? He'll come here by himself if he knows the girl, right? So don't bother. And if he's here, then we're content with revenge."

"Ready, Boss."

"You can go."

"Boss." Duyi confronted Monaco, then suddenly bowed. "Once again I apologize because at that time I could not join the Boss and others to Indonesia. I'm horrified Zaim Alfarezi has dared to be insolent with the Boss. I promise you that bales, boss."

"Yes, you have to bales. But it's a little hard." Monaco patted Duyi's shoulder. "There's no need for you, Duyi. Go according to plan."

"So really said something else. If Zaim Alfarezi's martial ability was the equivalent of a cave," Duyi's inner self as he looked at the passing Monaco.