Nested Razia Satpol PP
Eleven

Good morning, Thank you very bright today. I get my salary, tut's ringing

"Hello darling"

"Hello too, what's the mama doing?"

"Abis finished cooking dear. Oh, yeah" Mom switched the phone to a video call

"Taarrraaa mama cook chicken stew bag"

"That cheat is just a look"

"You're sentin. Put it there rotten. Wanna?" mama laughed crisply

"No need. Let me cook myself"

"How are you. Yesterday papa nanyain you know"

"Ask what? Would you like to give me money?"

"You are money mulu. No, your workplace is safe? lt's it?"

"Yes not mah. There's my work team that needs it, too. Mah, mom"

"Hemm why?"

"Semalem I'm so sorry"

"Why? You're in an accident?"

"Openkamaann! So semalem I got a curfew raid"

"Couldn't you? You're not selling"

"So gini the story." I told the incident last night as much detail as possible until I was helped by Bu Am.

"What do you say to that mother as a sign of gratitude?" ask mama

"Yet mah. I'm just saying thanks"

"You know what a bag is. Love dong. Let there be a return. Let that mother do you no favors"

I even got a tantrum Mrs Bachtiar Ramlan, sorry it's my father's name guys.

"Yes mah. Later Tasia buyin fruit yes"

"It's okay, too. But don't just be in for a minute"

" Ready, boss. I'll buy 3 kilos"

"Well that's it. You know yourself, Tas. Mom closed the phone"

"Yes mah. Bye mom. emuah emuah"

"You are" Mama laughed at my behavior

I'm ready for the fruit market. Said temen kostku a little far from here, go up only. Arriving at the fruit market I bought 2 kg apples and 2 kg oranges. Weight too. I asked the plastic double not to tear. After paying I went home up ojol again down in front of the boarding house.

"Why come down at the boarding house? Must go to the house of Ma Am. Bloon really" I muttered while patting the eel

While stumbling with a fruit weighing 4kg, he began to look for the house of Bu Am. He called but not picked up. Ask the left-right neighbor.

"Open, excuse me. Want to ask Bu Am's house where is it?" I asked a mother who was sunbathing in front of the house.

"Am Whose Deck? Mrs Amnya Pak Bagus or Mr Amnya Alatas sir?" ask the mother back

"I don't know much, Mom. Her full name is Amalia. I did not pick up the phone" I explained

"Ooh that's Mr. Alatas's ma'am deck. Want to shop online?" he saw my luggage

I just nodded.

"The house is straight from here. Keep looking right there is a house lined with three that many plants. Well his house before the third house"

I took another leg to the house of Miss Am. It's far away, you know it was up ojollah. My focus is 3-lined houses have many plants. I don't have the color of the house or the number of the house. After a long walk I finally found a house lined with 3, his house before this. This is the home of Miss Am.

"Assalamualaikum, excuse me, sepada" I'm gonjreng gonjreng iron fence

There's no answer

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am"

"Wa'alaikumsalam" sounds from inside the house.

When the door was opened, the kunyuk who caught me was. Oh, it's actually Miss Am's house.

"What's wrong? My nyariin ya" he asked while playing the eyebrows.

"Defiled!" my lips instantly became 5 centi. " Want to nyariin Bu Am, want this love" I tried to lift my luggage. Difficult but.

"Just a mama? i ain't?" tanyanya returned

"Tell in first" pegel tau bring ginian

"He was unclean" but he opened the gate. "plin plan"

I went into his house and sat in the front seat.

"Ngapain. The living room is on the floor"

"Here it is. Where's Miss Am?"

I straightened my legs, my eyes looked around. In front of the small garden with a fish pond. Some plants are there too. An empty garage has only one motor parked.

"Mama's not home. Don't know where" he gave a can of cold drink.

I'll take it straight away, you stubborn thirsty know. Uh how hard it was to open it. Usually no.

"Mbok asked if he couldn't open the can" he grabbed my can and opened it. "Nih" is thrust back at me

"Thank you sir" I took it with my sweet smile and drank it. A truck!

"So you think I'm your father" he said with great emphasis.

"That's angry. You are older. Yes, I call him sir. Yes, I have come home. His host sniggered. Excuse um. Assalamualaikum"

I immediately stood up to grab my little bag.

"Where are you going?" his hand held my arm.

"Weits freelanin sir. I'm going to go home. The person I'm looking for isn't home either" I tried to take his hand off.

"Call sir again. Call mas kek or big brother that rich oppa Korea"

"Hahahaha. oppa Korean. The leather item I asked to be called" I was open to being made by his request. "Don't come home later"

"This is oppa anterin. But riding the bike yes" pointed to the motorbike garnished.

How huh? Take what? It's hot again any other day.

"OK deh. But I didn't pay you?"

"Iye bawel. You think I'm a motorcycle taxi? Riding race"

Not long after, they arrived in front of the boarding gate.

"That's the princess"

"Thank you. I go first"

"Thank you, doang. Sun donk" he put his lips together

"Switchy basic"