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19| Exposed

"We've arrived."

Mr. Reon's words began to awaken me from the world of imagination. In front of me, standing firmly joglo house, do not forget beside it also stands a fairly large pendopo to accommodate the students who will teach in Abah.

"Father WOW's house too" I said, still with a stunned look.

"Not my house, Abah's house." The answer.

I hissed little.

"Well, my father's house too!"

"I don't build, just occupy."

I let out a bad breath. Wonderful the same lecturer, never lost when talking.

"What are you talking about?"

HUH. I looked at Mr. Reon with sharp glaring eyes.

"Sir Reon heard my heart?"

Reon didn't answer anything. He just patted his chest slowly, smiling. What does it mean try? Then he walked inside, leaving me still astonished by the incident just now.

"Assalamu'aikum!!!"

"Wa'alaikummussalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh!!"

Mr. Reon's house is crowded. Likely, almost all of the Reon brothers gathered at Abah's house. I and Mr. Reon began to greet everyone in the house. And give a little pocket money to the nephews of Mr. Reon who turned out to be a lot.

"Loh... Kemanten new wes teko iki loh, when is sampek?" Makyu embraced me tightly. I just smiled, returning his embrace.

"Nembe kok mbakyu" I replied.

Mbakyu took his embrace off me and turned to Mr. Reon.

"Vice... Wes... Engko bae speaking. Saikis... Bal invite bojomu nang room. Secured risks!" Say mbakyu to Mr. Reon.

Mr. Reon also invited me to his room which is located close to Abah's study room. Actually I am also very curious, how the hell is my killer lecturer room?

"This is your father's room?"

Heh. I swear I almost cried! Mr. Reon's room was full of books and papers neatly displayed on the wooden walls. Not to forget the soccer posters are also displayed with a super large size.

"Father's room is a museum, a lot of displays."

Mr. Reon glanced at me cynically, then took his clothes back out of the suitcase.

"As far as I am, my rooms."

I sighed softly hearing the answer from Mr. Reon. Knowing the answer is like that, from the beginning I will not comment on his room. I took a towel from my suitcase, then went to the bathroom.

"Sir... Mr Reon!!"

There was no answer when I called Mr. Reon from the bathroom.

Ow hell! I forgot to bring another shirt!!

I finally decided to get out of the bathroom just by using a towel to wrap around my stainless and flawless body. Hope Mr. Reon isn't in the room. I walked slowly towards my messy suitcase on the bed, picking up a blue suit.

"Huf... Congratulations!!"

"Welcome what?"

HUH. I immediately turned around, facing toward Mr. Reon who was leaning on the door of the room. Ow hell! My cheeks are hot, I'm ashamed. Imagine that! My position is now wearing a robe that has just entered his right hand just not the left hand, do not wear a veil anymore. Then I have to behave like how dong???

"Nobody survived, sir." Answer me ambiguously. I ended up continuing my work which was delayed. Well, how else? I was also exposed to my body.

Mr. Reon approached me who was having trouble pulling the cloak zipper that was behind.

"Well... What's that swivel?" Ask me, be careful.

"You turn!"

"What would you like to do?"

Mr. Reon pulled my arm and twisted it roughly. I want to rebel original, but after I feel the hand of Mr. Reon who accidentally touched my back when I want to pull the zipper my robe, I finally broke the rebellion and bowed embarrassed. I turned my body back, and thanked Mr. Reon. And Mr. Reon never bothered to answer my thanks, he immediately took a towel and entered the bathroom. BASIC, PROFESSOR ABABIL!!!

I chose to leave the room after getting dressed. In the living room and almost all the rooms in the house are full of people. I also approached mbakyu Khadijah who was frying tempe in the kitchen.

"Well, what's here? Gather with the others! Let the kitchen business, mbakyu who takes care of santri." Say mbakyu after seeing me cut tempe with other santri.

"Eh... Mboten nopo - nopo kok mbakyu. I can, let me not help. Poor mbakyu will get tired of himself!!" Answer me. The original because I was still embarrassed anyway, suddenly nongol and sitting among the big family Mr. Reon.

"Lohs...Poh... Woh kemanten new kui not good nang Pawon. Comeing! Comeing! Tak terno nang kono menisan mbek nggowo treats." Say mbakyu while cleaning his hands of tempe dough.

I finally stood up, then took out two dishes filled with tempe and brought them to the living room. It looks like Mr. Reon is sitting next to Abah while massaging him slowly.

"Monggo at the Bah show!!" I said while serving a plate of tempe mendoan on a wooden table in front of Abah.

"Yo-yo-yo who... Wes manganese tho nduk?" ask Abah when I will stand up to present another mendoan plate outside. I smiled, then nodded slowly.

"Bah Slope." Answer me.

"Wes-wes... Nang rono manganese dipek karo bojomu Bal. Nko wae Iki!!" Abah's orders to Reon sir make me a little relieved. Because of that I was holding back hunger, unfortunately I was embarrassed if suddenly sitting eating alone, in the crowd again.

Mr. Reon got up and walked to the kitchen. I'm here, just follow where Mr. Reon's feet step. Before I got to the kitchen, I pulled the t-shirt that Mr. Reon used from behind.

"Why?" Ask.

"Where do we eat, sir?" Ask me, while grinning.

"Back. Or do you want to eat out?" Ask again, after answering my question. I shook my head, although I was more interested in eating out, but look at the conditions that are gathering a large family why it feels strange, newlyweds eating out.

Behind there are only santriwati who helped mbakyu Khodijah earlier. They were all busy making snacks to be eaten by Mr. Reon's extended family. A moca-clad santriwati approached Reon, who was standing at the kitchen door, looking down deeply. Wihs... The figure of santriwati tawadlu' really.

"Wonten saget kulo rewangi Gus?" Ask in a subtle tone. Wihs... I swear, I clucked in astonishment behind Mr. Reon's back.

"There's no food?" Ask Mr. Reon impressed cool and cold.

"Wontent. Monggo pinarak Gus!! I'll prepare first." He said, which was immediately nodded by Mr. Reon.

Not wanting to lose the opportunity, I finally followed the santri earlier and gently nudged Mr. Reon's shoulder slowly when I passed beside him while giggling amusedly.

"Don't help me!!" Say it, when I get next to him.

"Eh mboten-mboten neng." Say that santri while removing my hand from the food he will serve.

"It's okay, ma'am. I want to learn how to serve a Gus Reon." I convinced the santri.

The young man seemed to think for a moment.

"Gus Reon is crazy about you?" Ask. I who was pouring warm water from the pot was surprised and spilled it a little into my hands.

"Ouch..."

"duh... Nengnya mboten nopo-nopo ta?" Ask panicked. I shook my head slowly, then moved to the sink and poured water on my index finger that was exposed to hot water.

"Let me just serve to gus Iqbal, neng." Her speech.

This time I was surprised.

*Iqbal-. Be present... Who else is that???

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