Nested Razia Satpol PP
Twenty One

"Yes..."

a soft pat on my shoulder felt and woke me up. I blinked and moved my stiff body.

"Emm.."

"Our bags are here" he told me as he removed the seat belt.

My life is not yet fully gathered. My eyes are still heavy even though I have done it.

"Still sleepy?" ask Tasia again.

"But I washed my face" I took the mineral water in the car. I washed my face next to the car. My view is clear, my consciousness is back.

"Where are we?"

I just realized I was in front of the gate of a one-story house.

"This is my home" Tasia replied casually

'What? tasia's house?'

I'm stunned. This house is pretty fancy when I'm in the city. I see the surrounding style of the house is almost the same.

It turns out it's 2:15 in the morning.

Tasia to the back door of the car, will pick up the suitcase.

"Let me take it" I grabbed the suitcase in the car.

Tasia agreed, she then opened the gate. It is her home. One floor but looks luxurious with white paint as well as ash. One Camry parked in the garage.

"I'm taking you here, right?" my door.

"Why? Are you afraid of my papa mama?" tannya

"err. it's been this hour"

Chequek.. Door opens. In front of me was a mummy with her pillow face.

"Son.. Tassia"

"Mamaa" he was excited to meet his mother. I'm still just sculpting.

"Well, this is Ramdan I'm telling you about" Tasia introduced me to her mother.

"Ramdan Aunt" I reached out and kissed him.

"I'm sorry it's this hour"

"Yes, it's okay. How you gonna do it again? Let's go in"

'Ha? told in?'

"Come mas. Why bengong?"

"Send Bag break. In the guest room" Tasia's mom just passed by. Go back to his room maybe. My heart is pounding. The glint of the past is back.

"Mas, why are you still standing there" he held my shoulder.

Ah I'm scared.

"Let me get my bag first" I turned around.

"Mas"

"Yes?"

"The car went in"

"Oh okay"

I got back in the car, parked in Tasia's yard. Finished carrying out the task, hesitating to go down.

I should how? I'm pensive again.

"Mas, how long? come on in" she pulled my hand. Then it was directed to a guest room that was better than my room.

"Rest here mas. I'll go to the room first. By the way.."

I nod my head. Tasia closed the door slowly.

On top of the bed I just lay right on my left. Can't sleep.

I finally decided to take a shower. Pray for one third of the night. May it calm my heart.

I don't know.I'm afraid of facing the Tasia family. Will it repeat again?

Until dawn I couldn't sleep. Even closing your eyes for a moment cannot.

I went out of my room to go to dawn prayers at the mosque. Know where? No. gabe. Just follow the source of the sound.

"Ehh.hem"

The voice of the man chortling. I looked back.

"Oom" my broom. approached her and kissed her hand.

Then what's the answer.

"Oh yeah" just like that viewers. "You want to go to the mosque?"

tanyakanya.

"Yes oom" I nodded small. His father Tasia is rich in him. His eyes are very similar. He left the house, and I followed him.

The journey back to the mosque is mostly filled with silence. Occasionally asking my population, my job. Then I answered the same question. Stiff because it's still awkward.

My feet have stepped on Tasia's yard. Me and the papa - really the papa when I asked, went into the house. Excuse me for going to my room first. Change clothes plain oblong t-shirt dark green color and shorts.

From the kitchen I heard the sound of a frying pan and his friends clashing. I decided to go to the kitchen. Want especially? Looks like the other jobs are already handled. One garden cleaner, and another mother house cleaner.

I approached Tasia's mother in the kitchen.

"Excuse me Auntie, here I help you" I tried asking for a kitchen job I could do.

"Eh you. Why kedapur? Usually you have a rich gini" Tasia's mom asked me. She wara wiri in front of me.

Strange actually, if men in general will go out of the house while waiting for cooking cooked but I even follow my fight in it.

"Udah ordinary. Help mom at home"

Mama Tasia handed me a box of onion. Ask to be peeled continue to be washed and fried.

Ready. Execute it.

"It's Auntie" I'm giving the onion slices.

"Huh? Very neat. Aunty lost" he laughed to himself, laughing at his defeat.

I also laughed. Warming atmosphere. Finished cooking, mama Tasia prepared the food. I was washing dirty kitchen utensils.

"Son Ramdan here. Breakfast first" take Tasia's mom.

I washed my hands and joined in. But Tasia was not present.

I sat in front of Tasia's mom. Her father is beside her.

"Tasia where is mah?" ask papa.

I smiled awkwardly. I dare not do or ask anything.

"Still sleeping sir kayaknya" Mama Tasia stood up. "beware mama call"

While Tasia's mother went to her son's room, I stayed with her father Tasia. Want to talk but what? He himself was busy composing the device.

"Morning pah, mas Ramdan" Tasia greeted us with a wet face and still a swollen hue woke up.

"Morning too dear" flat answer.

"Let's have breakfast first. Let's nak Ramdan" Tasia's mom told me to get some food. I wait a minute, embarrassed dong guest time take first.

"What do you want?" tasia asked while taking the rice. "Do you want this, or this?" point Tasia.

"This is what Mama cooked with Nak Ramdan youhoh" I smiled, embarrassed

"Great son. I lost" said Tasia, bribing one piece of balado egg.

"Thank you Bag"

"What time did you leave yesterday?" ask Papa Tasia

"Jam 5 Oom" I answered

"That car of yours?"

"Yes oom. Err. papa's car"

"Oh own means that" Papa Tasia mangosteen. "Capek dong dries away"

Dieennggg...

My beloved son, I slept.

"Not also oom. Last night Tasia asked for a change of mistress" I replied afraid of fear. Suddenly cold sweat

"Huh? You?"

This gawat. Looked like he was pouncing.

"Yesterday Mas Ramdan, Tasia asked for a rest. Go home from work, followed Tasia to the office. So yeah tired"

It was Tasia who made me a little relieved. At least I have a defense.

"Papa's done, ma'am"

Papa Tasia tidied up her food scraps. Her mother followed behind.

"Dihabisin nak Ramdan" asked his mother

"Bag, I think I should go home now"

Huh.. I want to cry but I'm ashamed. I swear, I'm afraid it's happening again. Before I was expelled I resigned.