SPD (Daster Seller Sale)

SPD (Daster Seller Sale)
207. Less Trust


In a simple house. Ms. Ningsih and Rengganis seemed to be getting ready to leave. After getting ready, Bu Ningsih and Rengganis went to their grocery store. The two rode on the new matic motorbike Bu Ningsih bought when he returned to the city. Motorbikes are bought in cash because there happens to be money to buy in cash.


Now they have a grocery store that Bu Ningsih opened using the money given by Nando and sell some jewelry owned by Bening that Nando gave to Bu Ningsih.


"What time are you in college today, Nis?"tanya Bu Ningsih who is in the Rengganis bell.


"Four ten, Mom. Later in the afternoon there is one more course. So, I went home first after college, later in the afternoon back again,"sahut Rengganis.


"Ohh. The lecture went off and the return was erratic, huh? If school, right, leave early in the morning home in the afternoon. I never went to college, anyway. School is only until Junior High" said Bu Ningsih smiling wryly. Remembering him who could not get a higher education. Because of the economic factors of both parents are mediocre. His sister is also a high school graduate.


"Yes, Mom. But, mom take it easy! If there's no college schedule, I'll still help mom take care of the store, "sahut Rengganis seriously.


"There were five employees who helped mom at the store. Just focus on your college. I want, you can realize your ideals" said Bu Ningsih sincerely.


"Mom don't worry! I will study diligently and vigorously, "sahut Rengganis is full of enthusiasm.


Rengganis felt very lucky because Bu Ningsih raised himself as a child. Bu Ningsih took himself to the city, even lecturing him. Rengganis no longer need to work odd jobs with erratic income and live alone in bamboo huts left by both parents.


After living for a week with the Rengganis in the village, Bu Ningsih finally raised Rengganis as his adopted daughter. Because during the one week stay with Rengganis, the girl treated Bu Ningsih well. Consider and treat Ms. Ningsih like her own birth mother.


Because Rengganis once aspired to become a teacher, Bu Ningsih finally decided to return to the city with Rengganis. Bu Ningsih bought a simple house as a place to live and opened a fairly large grocery store. Bu Ningsih also lectured Rengganis so that Rengganis could realize his goal of becoming a teacher.


Initially Rengganis refused Bu Ningsih's intention to educate himself. But because Bu Ningsih pleaded with Rengganis not to reject his good and sincere intentions, finally Rengganis complied and lectured like Bu Ningsih's wishes. Because in fact, Rengganis also wants to go to college in order to realize his goals of becoming a teacher.


Rengganis is a smart child, because it always gets the first champion in its class. But unfortunately, at that time both his parents died before he graduated SMU. Luckily Rengganis can still get SMU visas because of his willpower. But unfortunately, his erratic work after graduating SMU, making Rengganis unable to save to find a job in the city. Especially to continue your education in college.


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At Mr. Parman's house.


"Where, Mom? Do you need to ask permission not to work for a few days, so you can help me take care of Wulan's wedding?"asked Mr. Parman while enjoying a cup of coffee made by his wife.


"No need, sir. I can still handle everything. Later if there is something that you cannot do, you will ask for help from your father. But, sir, we have to invite how many people for Wulan's wedding? Last night, Dicky gave away a hundred million in wedding expenses and..."


"Byurrr"


"Mr!"


Pekik Bu Lastri did not continue his words when suddenly Pak Parman gushed his face with coffee.


"Ohuk.uhuk..."


Mr. Parman coughed because he choked on the coffee that was partly sprayed on Bu Lastri accidentally.


"Mom's not in a trance, sir. Why is mom in spray? Where to use the coffee again," protest Bu Lastri grumbled while cleaning his wet face by a spray of coffee Mr. Parman.


"Sorry, Mom! You are unintentionally. Father shocked. Is that right, Diky boy gave me a hundred million?"ask Mr. Parman to make sure.


"Yes, Sir. Last night Diky transferred money to Wulan. He said a hundred million first, then the lack of how much, Wulan was told to say, "sahut Bu Lastri.


"A hundred million, to invite all our villagers and our acquaintances outside the village is more than enough, Mom. Already able to hold a luxurious wedding reception," said Mr. Parman.


Understandably, in rural areas, the cost of marriage is not as expensive as the cost of marriage in the city. So it's only natural that Mr. Parman would say that. Not to mention, acquaintances from outside the village were not too many either.


"So, who are we gonna invite, sir?"


"People we know, ma'am. Especially those who have invited us. But the party's a little fancy, ma'am. Let's not be embarrassed if there are guests from Nak Diky's side" said Mr. Parman.


"Yes, I know," said Miss Lastri.


"Said Brother, it costs a lot of nothing, ma'am. As long as the wedding is a bit fancy. You see, bang Diky want to invite his friends,"sahut Wulan who suddenly appeared.


"That's right, 'pam said father. Diky's son must have invited his friends, "sahut Mr. Parman.


"Take the meal later, don't be shy, ma'am. Do not just use the same karedok chicken and fish. Wear that rendang, let it be a little classy," said Mr. Parman.


"But if you can, the hundred million is not less, ma'am. It's better if there's leftovers" said Mr. Parman.


"No way, sir. Just chill! I'm going to make a fancy party with a low budget, "that Bu Lastri is full of confidence.


"You didn't meet Dicky Boy out there, did you, Lan?"asked Mr. Parman squinted one eye. Fearful of her daughter making the same mistake as yesterday.


"No, sir," said Wulan honestly.


"Don't lie to your father and mother again, Lan!"bu Lastri said.


"No Ma'am. I'm not lying" said Wulan.


Because he was lied to, Bu Lastri became a bit less trusting of Wulan. That is, looking for let alone maintaining the trust of others is not easy. But once you betray, then the trust you build and take care of it with great difficulty and a long time.


"Remember, Lan! You're getting married not long. So, hold on a second. After all, the sin of having a husband-wife relationship if not married," Bu Lastri reminded and advised.


"Yes, Mom,"sahut Wulan.


"You betrayed the trust of your father and mother once. Don't let you repeat it again, Lan!"added Mr. Parman.


"Yes, sir,"sahut Wulan.


"Don't do it, yeah, doang!"said Bu Lastri.


Wulan let out a long breath of advice and warning from her father and mother. The trust he once betrayed was the cause.


"I left for college first, sir, Mom," pamit Wulan before speaking more.


"Yes, careful!"sahut Bu Lastri's.


"Can, what not take out the motor?"ask Mr. Parman.


"Believe there, sir! Don't ask again! Already know it is difficult to get out of the bike, the father is still nanya," said Bu Lastri.


"Yes.iya.. Ma'am. Feelings, you are wrong in the eyes of the mother. Later the father moved to the mother's nose just so it is not always wrong" said Mr. Parman as he moved from his seat.


"Not funny!"ketus Bu Lastri's.


"Women are right," muttered Mr. Parman as he walked out of the dining room.


"Because men are always wrong. Not sensitive! How do you want to really?"sahut Bu Lastri who still heard Mr. Parman mutter.


Mr. Parman could only sigh deeply at Bu Lastri's words. Finally, Mr. Parman chose to issue the ultimate weapon, namely SILAS. Because silence is safer than talk but wrong and will certainly add to the problem.


Mr. Parman helped Wulan get out Diky's motor matic. Because since the incident in the apartment yesterday, Diky wanted Wulan to use his motorbike.


...🌟🌟🌟...


...Silence does not mean fear of speech, but rather hope selective in voicing words....


...Than talking but hurting other people. You better shut up a thousand languages....


...And if silence is better, then let the evidence speak....


...Silence is much more elegant than being busy judging and indulging in the mistakes of others. Especially if you forget to reflect....


...🌸❀️🌸...


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To be continued