Rudi is my Love
RAC 1: Vina Go Home

A bright blue luxury car runs slowly in the settlement of a fishing village whose road is already a cement castings. The width of the road does not cross the highway before entering the village.

The entry of the luxury car that certainly has a high price, is enough to attract the attention of residents who are around modern stage houses. However, their attention was only fleeting, after all they did not know who the driver of the car was. The glass is too good for the eyes.

In the end, the car that only had a capacity of four people turned into a neat home yard by a conblock brick arrangement. It was a big house with two floors. Different from most houses in the fishing village.

The big ivory yellow house has two coconut trees on the right and left, and one mango tree in the front yard. The spacious courtyard is surrounded by a cement fence as high as an adult's chest with a gate that is wide open. It is like that condition if it is daytime, meaning if the car is about to go in and out no need to bother going down to open the gate.

In the courtyard were two parked cars, one a maroon red minibus and the other a black pick-up car. On the right front of the house is a garage that can fit two cars.

There were some men working on the left side of the page. They are sorting large shrimp based on their size.

Tit tittie!

The driver of the bright blue car honked twice as he entered the courtyard unhindered. Her horn intends to tell that “I came”.

Everyone looked at the car that came. They frowned in his serious gaze. They do not know whose car it is. As far as they know, in the fishing village there are no residents who have luxury cars in bright blue like that.

Suharja Gendara as the big master of the house, also did not recognize whose car it was.

“Who is it, Ambo?” suharja asked one of his employees.

“Do not know, Ji,” replied Ambo Dalle, a young man with one wife, by calling his employer “Ji” which stands for “Pak Haji”.

The car horn also made a middle-aged skinny woman come out from inside the house. Rarely do cars come to honk. The woman whose hair was tied up in simple ponytails was wearing a short-sleeved flower negligee. The woman named Sunirah also frowned, a sign she also did not know whose car it was.

However, the silhouette of the windshield clearly showed that the driver of the car was a woman with black glasses.

Jlegs!

When the sound of the car door was opened, all eyes immediately focused on looking. They all wanted to see what creatures would come out of the car.

“MashaAllah!” pekik Tahang the bachelor youth, when he saw the smooth white feet in bright red shoes and shiny doused in sunlight.

Next came a beautiful face of pure white skin with a burning red, so beautiful with black glasses. His hair was straight short neck that all the strands were yellow like a bule, not like a sun-baked. The two earrings were no longer gold, but a bright blue gem, which would shine everywhere if it was hit by the sunlight.

After the young woman closed her car door, it was clear that an angel was wearing a short skirt a few centis above the knee in navy blue.

“Hallah! That's mah Vina,” said Suharja after recognizing the eldest child. Then he snapped to his employees, “Awas if you wash his eyes later! Continue working!”

Ambo Dalle, Tahang, and two other young men immediately stopped their attention and resumed work. However, once in a while they glanced or looked, especially when Suharja had walked away to the beautiful woman whose full name was Vina Seruni bint Suharja Gendara.

As a resident of the fishing village, let alone those whose work in the house was more than three years, very familiar with Vina who three years ago suddenly disappeared.

“Yes Allah Vinaaa!” screams Sunirah excited to see the return of his eldest daughter. He walked quickly to meet his daughter who was laughing happily.

“Emaaak!” call Vina while walking out her arms.

“Hahaha! Why don't you tell me you want to go home, son?” laugh and ask Sunirah while tightly hugging her daughter who smells fragrant perfume expensive domestic products.

“If you first, surely you are not allowed by Father,” replied Vina while looking at Suharja who was standing near them.

“You came home with no problems, right?” ask Suharja.

“Bring, Sir,” replied Vina while switching her arms around her father. Then he said again, “If I don't come back here, I can kill myself, Mr.”

“Ah, if talk is true!” hardik Suharja while gently touching his daughter's forehead who once had a lot of problems.

“Hahaha! I'm kidding, sir. In addition to miss making trouble, I also want to take a break from company affairs,” said Vina who had released her embrace to her father.

“Just come you've made trouble. Tahang was happy to see your smooth legs,” said Suharja.

“Yes, I'll wear trousers later, sir. I leave here directly from the office, do not go home again,” please Vina.

“In the car there is ole-ole, Mak. Tell Bang Ambo to take it, the car I did not lock,” said Vina.

“Iya, let Ambo take,” said Suharja. “Bapak finish the work of Mr first.”

“Iya, Sir,” says Vina.

Sunirah and Vina Seruni walked towards the door.

“Ambo, Tahang, grab things in Vina's car. Bring it inside!” yelled Suharja while walking towards his desk again.

“Iya, Ji!” sahut Ambo Dalle and Tahang.

Both of them immediately got up and briefly washed their hands after holding the shrimp. They went to Vina's car.

At the door, Vina was also greeted by her little sister named Vivi Milenia and her father's younger sister named Murni.

“Uuuh, huge plus!” vina's comments while hugging her 12-year-old sister.

“Kak Vina kok more beautiful, really fragrant again?” vivi's comments anyway.

“The name is also the boss of perfumes, which should be beautiful and fragrant,” replied Vina.

“If the boss fragrance oil, can my dong get,” Vivi said.

“Pastinya,” said Vina while laughing. Then ask, “Ferdy where to, Mak?”

“Ball exercise,” replied Sunirah.

“But still school?” ask Vina again.

“Not yet. He wants to be a professional footballer, he said. He was playing at the district level, son,” replied Sunirah.

“Wuih, cool. Fisherman's country boy can break through to that level,” Praise Vina.

“Vivi, sana shower. Soon it's time to go!” Sunirah Order.

“Iya, Mak,” said Vivi obediently. Then he said to his sister, “I'm sorry I asked for two tablets, Kak.”

“Iya, as long as the salary is diligent,” said Vina.

“Aalhamdulillah's. The sustenance of godly children,” said Vivi.

“Child pious,” ralat Pure.

“Hihihi!” vivi's laughter was aware of the error of the term. He then ran into the small inside first.

The adult women had already entered the living room which had two sets of red and yellow sofa chairs.

“Vivi njai equals Ustaz Barzanzi?” asked Vina guessing, while moving about to sit on the sofa.

“Saw at his home Ustaz Rudi,” replied Pure.

The mention of the name immediately made Vina's facial expression turn silent, as still as the beach at dawn. The mention of the name directly led him to the memories of the past. But something was strange to him.

“Ustaz Rudi who?” vina asked seriously, he did not want to wrongly guess people.

“Bebas your girlfriend,” replied Pure, when Sunirah prefers silence when it comes to the ustaz case.

“Hah! Rudi is ustaz?” chuckled Vina with a completely shocked mimic, as if in disbelief at the reply of her aunt. (BH)