Sam
Jealous

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"So, that wayward light is against you, Mas?" rusno asked with a laugh, while his hand was still actively playing Aksel's hand on his lap. Even though the man who was over fifty years old was laughing. However, the firmness of his facial lines did not change.

Alif grimaced back while glancing at the wife who was drying diapers, on the side terrace. Her second child was born two days ago.

Rusno sighed for a moment, before letting go of Aksel who was already running back. "Papa this is old, Mas. Mama is also often sick, especially if there are many thoughts, right, you know yourself. One of them yes .. think of his wayward son that one."

This time Rusno picked up a cigarette, and lit the tip. Then he exhaled after sipping the tobacco. "The father wanted Sam's spit to be married."

"Yesterday, Mr. Manto nanyain Sam. Trus finally papa answered again make the workshop like pakdene, that is. Ngallah .. Sam's story from childhood until now."

Rusno again sipped the tobacco. Alif was still in his place listening carefully. Look, at the fishing rod just a little, the papa has flowed by itself. In fact, Alif was very sorry for the connection between his sister and his father who was fairly rigid. If felt, in fact the papa is not a stiff person.

Alif nodded softly in response to his papa's story.

After being silent, Alif took the initiative to invite Rusno to talk on the terrace. Because the distance between the middle room and the room is quite close. Fear of cigarette smoke making pollution. Especially for her baby son.

"Oiaa, yes. Papa forgot, if your son is already brojol again. " Rusno chuckled then took a seat in the long chair. Followed by Alif who took a seat and put the coffee he brought from the inside.

"Look, this papa is old. My son was born yesterday, almost forgot. Still a habit of smoking carelessly."

Alif smiling. "If mama were here, she would've nagged, Pa." Tantri itself there is a gymnastics event with Bayangkari mothers in the square. So, the grandmother of two grandchildren did not come to visit her official home.

"Yo, really, kui."

Rusno manggut-mangut while looking at the motorbike milling on the front road. The dormitory in Alif, has a yard that is not so broad. Close to the complex road.

"So, how does the story of papa can mate-jodohin Sam with his son Pak Manto?"

"Well, there it is." Rusno fixed his seat. "Papa's to his house. Si Tiara, her ragil son loves to drink papa. Uh, join me. Friendly, son. He knew, he was familiar with Sam. Fad, lah, papa ngajak Pak Manto besanan."

"Night, Mr. Manto was calling the office. Continuing at the end of the joke, Mr. Manto ngendiko (says) yen raono salae tried besanan." Rusno laughed and Alif nodded in understanding.

"Oh, real kirain," muttered Alif. However, Rusno quickly replied.

"Lho, yes really. Let alone lack, Tiara, it. I'm educated, beautiful, friendly, flexible. Masa', Sam can't refuse him."

Alif took a long breath. "Yes .. Maybe he already has his own choice, Pa." He was surprised himself, the joke of the papa was actually welcomed by his partner. Worse, make the child of the Baperan anyway. Ambyyar kowe Sam's.

"Lho, do you have a boyfriend?" Rusno frowned, staring at his eldest son.

"Yes .. from the story, anyway, so, Pa."

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"Sam, can you go to Manado? Your mama misses it. So, the ulcer relapsed."

From the conversation with Alif, Rusno finally asked Sam to go to Manado. His nephew was born. The wife is missing and there is much to talk about together.

Sam obviously refused. The busyness of the workshop is the reason. For the second reason, of course, he very much avoids meeting with the papa if in the end there will be opposition again.

"You want to go to Manado, Mas?" tanya Tada across the phone.

"I'm just telling you my papa's request, Dek. I'm not the one going there." It's getting smoother he pinned a sweet call that made Nada meet in the other side of town.

"Why? Very scared like that," Sam teased when Nada was just silent.

"Yeyy. Who's afraid. Ge-er," snorted Nada with his mouth frowning. His hand also pinched the pillow on his lap.

"That's it, so he answered," Sam chuckled.

"So, you know." This time Nada's face started to heat up. He looked at Sam's ring a few days ago.

"It seems, your face is the most agenin if again sprained. Vidio call, you may, yes!" Sam is eager to get a video call. A week of not meeting Nada has made him miss. However, Nada does not even want to lift it if Sam calls Vidio mode.

"Don't fuck around, yeah. I will not lift. I'm still kueling all day ready for halal bi halal event for tomorrow."

"Missful. One of a kind. Just want to see you!"

"Don't switch the conversation, Deh, Mas. I asked, what did your dad tell you to go to Manado for?"

Sam became stubborn himself. No way, he admitted that his papa told him to talk directly to Tiara. There could be another world war.

Trouble, Sam persuades and convinces Nada. When the door opened, there was no way he would close it again with his honesty.

He had thought carefully, if he would not offend Tiara in the slightest. He was so afraid that Nada would fall into bad thoughts that he would conclude himself. Never mind's.

"Sir, you can make rich whine' yesterday, right?"

"Why?" The tone voice is still flat. As always, there is no sweetness.

Sam took a long breath. He must rotate the brain so that the tone returns to soften.

"Ngg .. nggaakkk. It's just it."

"It's a conversation, isn't it!"

Oh, apparently you remember. "Why? Say you can't go there, right. Afraid of missing, yes,"

Yes, Tempting Nada is the ultimate flair. "You know that salt is salty!"

"Because it's from the sonna!"

"Wrong."

"Because the sweet . is you." A smile expands on Sam's face as soon as he imagines Nada's face. If only I could see his face.

The mouth is going to debate what is said Sam. But it is precisely the face that heats up because of blushing. Swiping his face many times. Hold it, Tone don't ge-er.

"That's a really cool printer, yeah, you, Mom."

"How printer? Yo obviously pinter. Wong I went to school six years in Elementary. Three years in Junior High. Tig ... "

"Wesss, hoooooooooops! Don't keep it up, you know." Unknowingly Nada has softened because of the jokes dime from Sam.

"I'm sure, you're looking, look. Must be a lot of baper girls."

"You're baper, dong?" guess Sam's getting on the clouds.

"Girls, Mommy. If I am, don't get it. Don't believe it anyway."

"Why? Do I look like I doubt it?"

"Ec ... Don't know. I just believe there's evidence. Not just in the mouth,"

Selorohan Nada actually sounded different in Sam's ear. He felt shocked by Nada's speech. He even went silent to digest every meaning of the word he just said.

"Mas! Hello?" The sound of Tone back made Sam stare at the seconds that were running on his screen.

"Hm, yes. I'm horrified, really."

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The day goes by following the turn of time. From Monday which he said was the most annoying day, until Saturday was the most awaited day. In fact, all days are the same.

Can breathe without auxiliary tools, can walk on both feet alone. You can eat well, even with salt. It is like a word of gratitude for what is already there.

From the beginning of the month full of halal bihalal events, Nada was again preoccupied with many events in schools and organizations.

As a relatively new member, Nada is still learning a lot in leadership organizations. He was appointed as treasurer 2 for the PKG organization in the district.

The intensity of meeting with Atar can be said often. It is commonplace if occasionally they participate in selfies when finished doing a task together. Atar is also in the same organization.

That's what, sometimes often makes Sam cringe in the workshop. His flat face was complete with his mouth tightly clenched, able to make the entire workshop unpleasant.

"Take tennis, aja, in Manahan. I see his face so." Dimas is a person who can't stand to not joke.

"Ra wani(don't dare), I. Maybe you have a serious problem. Don't try, ah." Agus is the most mature person only reluctant just to offer something.

"Otherwise me. Wes yesterday had a little mistake. Fortunately, he only had a glimpse. Once I had the chance, I changed the report. I fix it again. Wess' horror." Pipin commented.

The workshop was closed but they were still talking in the parking lot beside the workshop.

They were even in the same uniform. Pipin is the only one in uniform still neat. Others, the uniform already serves as a blazer only. Without dikankankan.

"You guys, don't go home!" Sam had already appeared with a jacket and backpack hanging on his left shoulder. White sneaker shoes and brown chinos have wrapped his feet. White shirts in the Cole brand brown jacket add a slick container when seen. However, his face was still without a smile. The smell of soap also smelled as Sam passed his three employees. It should be fresh and make the mood so good, no. However, why is the face still the same flat.

"Reg ... Still want to talk to sunmori tomorrow, Mas."

Agus' voice was able to make Sam pause for a moment.

I need some entertainment too. It feels so tired to take care of the work. Not to mention the delay in delivery to the workshop.

Sam came back closer to the bike. He was able to put on gloves and check his phone for a while. He still glanced at the three employees who were discussing something.

The sunmori?

When one activity plan called Agus was able to make the corner of Sam's lips interested in both.

Speaking, Sunmori. So inget a few years ago. Do I have to take Nada too. But ... never mind.

Sam is ready on his motorbike. But the three people in front of him were still engrossed in occasional joking.

"First, yeah!"

Sam had darted first, making Agus, Dimas and Pipin laugh out loud.

"You know what you're thinking, sour!"

Pipin and Agus compact.

"Surely he's also just thinking of taking a vacation."

They so chuckle while preparing on their respective bikes.

"It's not workaholic. But look at the way he works home the night goes on and his face is almost rich'kanebo, obviously lacking his entertainment."

"Grand, he."

"Alahhh, koyo' (as) kowe contains, that is."

"Udah, back. Malming, here, malming. Time to pick up a girlfriend." Agus eager.

"Pity, that jones," sneered Pipin looked at Dimas who was now bending his face as well.

"Cockfighting!"

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