My Love My Bride
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Living life alone makes Pras inevitably have to do everything himself. He began to cook, and washed his own clothes. This morning, he drove his motorcycle to a traditional market located quite far from his rented house.

Pras chose and sorted the food that will be bought. He also shook his head slowly when he saw mothers who insisted on bidding for goods at a price that was not how much.

"Prince Pras?" Pras turned his head and scrunched his forehead. The woman who greeted him was the nanny of Zee, Risa's daughter.

"Pak Pras shopping here too?"

"Yeah. You are shopping? I told Risa yes." Pras stared in wonder at the nanny's groceries.

"No, Sir. This is my groceries. I haven't been babysitting Non Zee for nearly a month."

"What's? You stopped working?" Pras was surprised.

"Mom can't pay my salary, sir. Which was not paid yesterday either."

"Then Zee?"

"Non Zee with mom alone, sir. I heard, the apartment is also waiting for a buyer."

Stunned pras. He really didn't expect all this.

"Come, Sir. Excuse me."

"wait. I asked for your mobile number. I will also ask for your account number. After all, that salary is your right."

"Mr will pay?"

"certain. I don't bring enough money at the moment. I'll transfer later, maybe noon or afternoon. But I will definitely transfer."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much." Pras nodded slowly. The woman borrowed a pen and asked one of the sellers for a paper.

Pras's feelings became unreasonable after hearing Zee's ex-nanny's words. It wasn't Risa he thought of, nor the apartment he once gave, but Zee who worried him.

Right now, Risa must be an economic difficulty. If even when he had enough time he paid little attention to Zee, then how is the child now?

***

The warmth and joy of the extended family was again felt when the children came to Salim's house. Salma looked very happy at such a thing. The kids call him Oma Mima.

After dinner, they went home. Before going to the airport, you need to pack first.

But before that, they were overwhelmed to persuade Fatima. Maliek's daughter whines that she wants Baby Mima to come with them.

"Sister Fatum here is the same Uncle yes," said Riky.

"No. Baby's coming with me." His mouth while sobbing.

"Honey, Baby still has to look at milk. So not invited yet. Later if Uncle Riky to the house, his baby told to be taken. Right Uncle, Auntie?" persuade Meydina.

"Yup!" sahut Riky is quick and is also taken in by Alena.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"But if Uncle is lying, the law is." He said when Maliek put him in a decapitation.

"OKAY. Watch out Uncle, you'll be hired by Papi!"

"Oh, don't dong. Forgive me!" Riky pretended while covering her ears. Fatima who originally just gave a chuckling smile saw Rafael also follow suit acting Riky.

On the other side ....

"When are you back?"

"I don't know yet, maybe Brother Salim won't let me go again." Swapping the phone number.

"Salma, may I speak to you in private?"

"certain."

"OKAY. Thank you," Aldo said happily.

"Together, be careful."

"Bye."

"Bye, Aldo."

With a heavy heart, Widiya and Salim released the group. The children look carefree entering the car that will take them. Hand lamba marking farewell. Widiya tried to smile widely.

"Out again" said Salim.

"He-em. Good thing there is Mima," said Widiya. They're back in the house. Widiya was happy to see Salma holding Alena's hand.

"Salma, your room is being prepared by the waiter. Wait a minute is okay, right?"

"It's okay, Mrs Wid. Even if I may, tonight she wants to sleep in Mima's room." He looked at Alena.

"Of course you can dong, Aunt."

"Correct?" Alena nodded quickly.

"Yes. I finally don't sleep alone anymore."

"Sirik .. You're alone right? Hygiene," sneered Salim.

"Fate .. fate."

"Patience, Rik, fast first. Later if it's done, Mima let her sleep with Aunt. For your son, auntie is ready to be his babysitter."

"Means auntie's gonna be long dong?" ask Alena happy.

"Not for long?" Salma asked back with a seductive smile.

"It's not just long, but forever" Salim said.

"That's dong, Auntie. Or maybe ...."

"What?"

"Who knows, aunt is dating Mr. Aldo." Riky held both hands together and rubbed them against her face.

"We're just old friends, Rik."

"It's okay. Mr. Aldo is a good man. I agree" said Salim.

"Riky agrees too."

"Lena is too."

"Mdak agrees too. Mr. Aldo is not new, a little bit we already know. Think again yeah, hopefully he has good intentions with you."

"Ah, Ma'am this is all there is. Yeah, it's not."

"Who knows? Yeah no?" ask Widiya and immediately get a nod from other family members.

"Udah ah, Mimanya waituin tuh," said Salma embarrassed.

***

Pras rode his motorcycle in the cold wind that felt piercing. The goal at the moment is a club that is quite famous in the city.

Pras was reluctant, but his client asked to meet at the place. Seeing the night entertainment venues that lined up along the way, made Ajeng's father remember the times he had passed.

Pras pulled the bike over. Walk into a club that his client mentioned.

An ear-splitting beat of music greeted him at the place. The noise of the visitors is heard mainly from the dance floor.

Pras asked the bartender, then headed to the room where his client was.

"Pak Pras, thank you for coming."

"certain. Can you get straight to the conversation?"

"Well, you're in a hurry. It's still afternoon."

Indeed, for lovers of night entertainment, ten o'clock is nothing.

"I'm sorry, I'm drinking alcohol." Reject it, when the client was thrusting a glass filled with drinks.

"really?" His client's expression was between disbelief and ridicule.

"so. I can be scolded by the doctor if stubborn," Pras said trying to relax.

"Okay, we can order something else."

"No, thank you."

Pras could see his client was getting upset. But he did not care and began to talk about the cooperation they would establish.

Not long Pras there, after about half an hour, he went outside. Pras passed through several similar rooms and passed by a waiter carrying a glass and a bottle of drink.

The waiter entered a room. From inside, there was the laughter of some women and men. Pras was stunned, feeling that he recognized the voice. He ventured to peek and was surprised to see Risa there. Flanked by two men who were petting open parts of his body.

Pras walked away from the door when he saw the maid was about to leave the room.

"Mas. Sorry to ask you a minute."

"What's up, sir?"

"Who is that inside?"

"What father do you mean? The one with the ladies that night? That's why I don't know, sir."

"Woman night? So I mean, who's in that booking woman?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"All?"

"It's all right."

"Oh so. Thank you, Mas. Sorry to interrupt."

Pras was glued to his place while staring at the confused door of the room.

"If Risa's here, then who's Zee with?" Mumbled.