Not Struggled (R4)
°BDJ 8 : VISITED
BDJ 8: VISITED
“The sanctity of one's conscience corresponds to the degree of his sensitivity to his honor.” Ali Bin Abi Thalib
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“Ismi, has Ann not returned?”
“Not yet. I thought he'd been back since.”
The hijab-wearing woman nodded. He glanced back at the secretary's desk. The blonde haired woman had not returned after she told her to go to their business relations company—Anderson Cooperation. When contacted, his phone number is not active. It's been more than three hours since he left.
“Maybe Ann has another job outside and didn't have time to tell,” thought Alea, positive thinking.
This afternoon he had an appointment with Lucas and his mother. The boys had even sent their meeting location via a short message. Alea did exchange phone numbers with Lucas' mother before parting ways at the minimarket at that time. Alea had planned to leave after the dzuhur, but before leaving he wanted to tell the secretary. But the woman still did not return.
Alea left by leaving a message to the other staff, as there was no Annante. Sent by a private driver who also doubles as a bodyguard, Alea then leaves for the location. He also did not come empty handed, because before leaving Alea had time to cook something to carry as a hand. It wraps all its luggage into tupperware for practical use. He also asked his mother for permission first, because his father was in Seattle.
At least Alea had permission from her mother, even though she did not ask permission directly from her father. Anzar could get angry if his daughter left without permission. The man was very protective of his only daughter. The nature is based on a sense of trauma because the wife had almost lost her life. Even Anzar had to swallow a bitter pill when Airra could be saved, while their future baby failed to be saved. Therefore Radityan's son was very protective of his wife and daughter. Wherever Alea went, he would be escorted by a bodyguard. The bodyguards were educated directly two Pradipta brothers.
“It's arrived, miss.”
Alea nodded in understanding. He is beautiful using a long Abaya to sweep the floor. Do not forget the khimar and niqab that increasingly perfect his appearance. He got out of the car and brought his luggage. In front there stands firmly a 2-story summer house decorated by various types of flowers, ranging from begonia flowers, fuschia flowers, geranium flowers, to philodendron pink princess flowers.
“Eonni!” The loud cry coming from the side of the house managed to make Alea turn her head.
Lucas, who appears to be running around, is chased by a German Shipeerd doggy, approaching Alea. The animal that can break the 278 million rupiah figure looks beautiful with white feathers with black accents in some parts.
“Don't run, please!” Alea pinta. He parno himself sees Lucas being chased doggy. Alea parno, not afraid of doggy. But the animal is unclean for a Muslim. If accidentally touched or exposed to saliva or feces, it must be washed 7 times, one of which must wash using the soil that is still sacred. It is a way of purifying yourself if accidentally exposed to feces of the mugholadoh, such as doggy and pig.
“Lucas, stop it!” A middle-aged woman who appeared to be wearing an affron to protect her clothes, came to injure the princess. He also carried a wooden spatula raised high to commemorate the son.
“Quick in, then wash your hands and feet. Bring Blossem into.”
The boy nodded obediently. Before actually leaving with his doggy, he took the time to wave at Alea.
Alea who saw that waved her hand in reply.
“Sorry for the inconvenience. That was Blossem, Lucas' pet. His brother Lucas also has something like that, but you take it easy, because the animal is in the cage.”
Nata—sang the host greeted Alea kindly. The middle-aged woman felt rather uneasy because of the mischief of her youngest son. “Come in. Consider it your own home,” invite it friendly.
“Thank you for inviting me, Aunt,” reply Alea no less friendly. He had time to say greetings and prayers to enter the house when his right foot entered the dwelling, slowly of course.
The owner of the house smiled slightly as he led Alea into the dining room. “Tante was cooking. Suddenly Lucas goes outside in pursuit of Blossem. Auntie thought it wasn't you coming.” He let Alea sit in one of the dining chairs.
“Ah, this is for aunt and Lucas. Coincidentally this morning at home Alea cooked rendang quite a lot.”
“Rendang?”
“Iya. Aunt doesn't like it, huh?”
Nata shook his head lightly. “Tante likes. You see, aunty had also tasted Indonesian food, precisely Padang cuisine. Indonesian food does have a delicious taste and a strong delicious aroma because it uses many spices. Aunty became addicted to eating Indonesian food since that day,” Nata story. “Kaknya Lucas also likes Indonesian food, especially satay. He likes satay most with peanut seasoning and satay Padang.”
Alea who was a loyal listener, nodded her head hearing it. Alea also brought other food besides rendang. He brought a banana-steamed sponge and brownies with a homemade almond topping.
Nata and Alea who incidentally both like to dwell in the kitchen directly clop, even though they have only met twice. Their conversation is also never interrupted, because the discussion about cooking will not be endless.
“If Alea can ask, what is the award, aunt?” asked Alea who was curious about the row of award trophies stored in the glass cupboard. The glass cupboard becomes a barrier to the living room and pantry.
“Ah, that's an old award. The award I got when I was young. Formerly aunt profession was model.”
“Model?”
“Iya. Big aunt name due to world showblitz.”
Quickly, Alea confirmed inwardly. Even though she is not young anymore, Nata's style of dress still remains fashionable and staylist. It was also applied to his son—Lucas. Nata's face also still looks beautiful with the condition of his skin is healthy and well-groomed.
“The rest belong to my eldest son. He is good at both academics and non-academics. He often follows the Olympics from various branches, especially non-academic.”
“God's Cause, great once.”
Nata smiled thinly. “The aunt's eldest son loves sports, both normal and extreme.”
Alea was again amazed by the ability of one of his creatures. “Any sport if you can know, aunt?”
“For example normal, basketball, golf, billiards, tennis and swimming. While the sport is rather extreme, for example shooting, archery, boxing, jet skiing, surfing, and some other branches.”
“Masya Allah, son of aunt active once yes,” praise Alea. “Alea also happens to love sports, a derivative of Papa.”
“Oh, yes?” Nata seemed interested in discussing the topic. “Alea likes anything?”
“Not much like aunty son anyway, Alea just like archery, horse riding, hiking, karate, same silat.”
“Wah, so cool!” praise the mother of two.
Alea smiled behind the face-covering cloth. Her clear shady bead seemed to shine beautifully and dazzling. Reminds Nata of someone in the past.
Getting to know Alea was able to make Nata feel happy for making new friends who were easy going. Nata also has a desire to get to know Alea's parents, because he wants to know which great and lucky couple has a beautiful and good-looking daughter like Alea. If God permits, Nata will thank them. Because of their daughter, her son—Lucas her son so easily open up to others.
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While his own partner just clucked while turning the eyeball lazy. “You think I can drive like this?”
The oriental full-face make-up lady smiled thinly, but sweetly. Her pretty face seemed to soften as she stared at her interlocutor. “Sorry.”
He spoke while confirming the sitting position. To be honest he has not wanted to move from the lap of the beautiful man sitting behind the wheel.
“Decorate your clothes, stay another 100 meters to my mother's residence.”
After saying that, the man returned to his vehicle. His Maserati Granturismo drove at standard speed, splitting the streets.
The reason was to stop the service of the partner just now because he was badmood. He also did not want to die young because his Maserati Granturismo hit or hit by another vehicle because he did not focus on driving. He is not in the mood to deal with the authorities, because his mood is not good. Dozens of rounds wrestled on the bed alone, in fact unable to fix his badmood today.
He is actually lazy to travel anywhere. If it were not the woman who had given birth to him who invited him to come, he would not have come. It's just that the request of the woman who gave birth to him and his sister, is one thing that he can not refuse.
“Lou, wait for me!”
“Logby. This is not a catwalk, do not pay attention to your walking way,” comments men are spicy.
The beautiful woman was not angry even though she was commented spicy. He even kissed the cheeks of his friendly man while flanking his sturdy arms. “I wear heels 7 centi, Lou. You should have understood that.”
“Tch.”
“No need to be angry, we better hurry in. Your mother must be waiting.”
The man with the gray iris of the eye was softened. He replied with a small sigh, both of them rushed in. The sound of howling animals greeted them as they had just passed through the entrance. The man's lips seemed interested, forming a thin smile. The owner of the loud voice seemed to know that his master was the one visiting.
“Later I greet you, My Mother and Sister are waiting,” Louis said as he moved deeper into the residence.
Louis then followed Leah who came with him. The woman had already greeted the host, even sitting pretty in the dining chair. Quietly Louis smiled faintly as his vision found the position of the mother. Super mom who has been a big contribution to giving birth and raising herself is very much missed Louis.
For Louis, the mother was the angel's incarnation. The middle-aged woman was very tough in raising Louis, even though it was not easy to become a single parent at a young age. Now, his mother has found a partner who can be a place to depend on. In addition to having a kind heart and tough nature, Louis also knew the mother as a noble hearted woman. Nata did not hesitate to spend deeply to build an orphanage in his hometown, because the woman did not have the heart to see the condition of children without parents there.
As the son Nata was born for 9 months, Louis had always felt unworthy to have a mother as good as Nata. It has always been labeled breng—sek, lovers of having s-ex, and female villains. As much as possible Louis covered his kebeja—tan of the mother. Because Louis knows that the one who's hurt the most by her wild life is her mother.
“Son, c’mon come here?” That familiar voice sounded melodious in Louis' ears. The voice that since he was a child echoed in the ears, chanting songs or praise to God and to the surrounding environment.
“Eomma,” call Louis, down.
“How are you doing sweetheart?” nata who approached. The woman then without cue grabbed the strong body of the son. “Why visit now hm? Do you miss Eomma?”
“I’am miss you, but I'am busy (i'm busy),” answered Luois miris. He used to lie and lie. He could visit often if he wanted to. Instead of visiting the mother, what Louis did all the time was to go to a random woman to sleep with.
“Busy it until you forget if Eomma is still alive?”
“Please, Eomma. Lou is home now. Can we just eat?"
Nata smiled thinly. It was with pleasure that the middle-aged woman brought the elder to the dining table. Rarely can the firstborn visit. So, Nata did not want to waste this opportunity. “Let's sit down and eat. Eomma has prepared your favorite food.”
Nata painstakingly took the rice for the firstborn. He has indeed cooked the favorite food of the son, one of which is peanut sauce. In addition to satay, Nata also makes fried chicken candlenut, sauteed spinach butter, tempeh and fried tofu, clear vegetables and not to forget also sambal. Nata also served the rendang Alea had brought so that Louis and Lea would enjoy it.
“How, yummy?”
“Hm. It's delicious, it feels like eating in its place directly,” Louis commented when the meat rendang and satay that filled the plate had been left unnoticed.
Nata smiled happily to hear it. Even if it took more effort to buy the ingredients to make the dish, all the struggle paid off with the praise of the son.
“But Eomma, the taste of this dish is somewhat different from the usual Eomma cook,” Louis added.
Nata responded to the comment with a smile on his lips. “Indeed. This is Lucas's eonni cooking. He's a cook-boy. The rendang you ate earlier was also made by him. Mama also cooked with her.”
“Eonni by Lucas? Since when did Lucas have a brother besides me?”
“Lucas new kok got his eonni.”
“New?” louis's confusion multiplied. However, Nata had not had time to answer the question, the youngest voice suddenly echoed.
“Hyeong!”
The boy came running. The look on his face was radiant when he saw his brother.
“Anyeong hyeong,” greet Lucas. “How are you doing hyeong? Why just come now? Though from yesterday-yesterday Luca sent a message so that hyeong came.”
“My news is good, Lucas,” replied the brother in a small voice. Although he was talking to his sister, his gaze could not be separated from one point— where a very covered dressed woman stood.
For a moment Louis thought his vision was in trouble. Or maybe he was hallucinating. Because there's no way he—CEO Raditya Crop's who he really wants to meet is here. At his mother's house.
“Are kidding me, God?!” his mind was furious when he saw his mother had just greeted the figure.
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Sukabumi May 12, 2021
Revision 13/06/22