Suddenly Chased by Satan
It's consistent
"Come, just shut up?" ask the woman again with a Javanese accent.
I looked back and saw Sri smiling at me.
"Hahhhhh, Mbok!" I breathed a sigh of relief when I found out that the person in front of me was a real person.
"Mbak Reva why, Ma'am?"
"No, Mbok.." I shook my head with the hands of drugs. Very lemes on the feet, suddenly there is no energy to just stand up.
"Oh, I guess Reva's why..."
"So, why knock on the door but don't you come in?" ask on mbok Sri.
"Knock the door?"
"Yes, didn't 10 minutes ago knock on my door?" I made sure
"But I just came here,"
"T-continue, t-so who knocked on whose door?" my tongue was suddenly confused, I could only point at the door.
"If that's the Mbok doesn't know, Ma'am. Oh, yes ... Mr. Asa is waiting at the dinner table,"
"But, Mbok..."
Mbok Sri led me out and did not forget he closed my bedroom door before we both walked to the dining table which became one with a clean kitchen.
"Please, Ma'am." said mbok Sri who pulled a chair for me to sit on.
"Thank you, Mbok..."
I awkwardly sat at one dining table with that famously fierce Karan pack. Mr. Karan sat on the chair at the end of the oval-shaped dining table. There are plenty of chairs, but only two of them eat. Wait, two?
I immediately remembered the sound of a child running in front of my room. I dyed, looking for the figure of a little boy who might appear to accompany this dinner.
"You didn't tell me to take you rice, did you?" said Mr. Karan jutek.
"Eh, yes. I mean no, sir. I can take it myself" said I, trying to reach for the place of rice.
"Partially not yet offered time yes I clamitan nyendokin rice to the plate? I'm a lager, but I don't do it either!" my inner voice.
I started taking meat stews, I didn't want to touch the capcay that was too tired to have air.
"Aren't you taking this?" mr. Karan nanya while nyendokin capcay to his plate.
"No, Sir! I'm allergic to seafood" I said with an awkward smile.
"That's it?" said Mr. Karan who saw me just take a meat stew and did not glance at the other food. There was a lot of food on the table.
Seeing the Boss who had eaten first, then I asked a question.
"We're not waiting for your son to have dinner?" I asked a little sassy.
"You mean?"
"Little boy in this house" I replied lightly.
"You're mocking me? I'm not married where I might have children. If it's working hours, I'll give you SP!"
"L-then that little boy..."
"Enjoy what you choose,"
"Gosh, little bit alluded to SP. Good looking, but not stupid. No one wants to!" I cursed it in my heart. Yes, if keceplosan can be in umpetin on the kale tree that is there.
While we eat, mbok Sri suddenly came and said that there were guests looking for Pak Karan.
"Oma?" muttered Pak Karan when mbok Sri said who would like to meet him these nights.
"Make green tea for oma, Mbok!" the Boss' orders.
"I want to meet my oma first, if you're done just go back to the room" said Mr. Karan before leaving me alone.
I walked into the room that would be where I knit my dreams tonight. But then again, I heard the laughter of a child who was chasing.
The pain I endured, I went straight into the room and closed the door. My hands are flicking, calling someone you know who I'm calling right now. I casciscus explained what I had experienced in this house.
"Please, pleaseee very much.." I said with great sincerity.
"Really, huh? i wait!" I hung up the phone and changed clothes. Actually I'm confused, he doesn't have a wife yet but why is there a woman's shirt in this house.
Only then did my brain not seem especially about the ring that was admitted to belong to the Boss. But even though there were still a lot of question marks in my head, I didn't have time to think about it.
Now I've changed with the office clothes that I was wearing when I came here and I pinned another red ring that captivated the heart of a Reva Velya.
"I'm just here to be asked about this ring" I said, looking at my ring finger.
I walked with a little limp, I opened the door and at that moment I saw mbok Sri in front of my room.
"Jeez, Mboookk!" suddenly I screamed because I was surprised by the presence of his figure.
"Where are you going, Ma'am?" ask mbok Sri.
I closed the door from the outside, "I want to go home, Mbok..."
"Isn't it already night?"
"Yes, but.." I haven't been able to explain my reasons to mbok Sri, my hape rings. Without a second thought, I immediately raised the call.
"Where? are you almost nyampe? yes I'm out now" I said to the man who called me.
I put the phone back in the bag, "Mbok, I'm saying goodbye. Sorry to bother you,"
"No problem, Ma'am. It is my duty" said mbok Sri.
"Let me drive, Ma'am.." mbok Sri offered his help. He held my arm to help me walk.
And I heard two people talking in the living room. Mr. Karan was aghast when he saw that I had already put my clothes back on.
"Where are you going?" ask mr. Karan.
"I want to go home, sir..."
"Asaa? him who? your boyfriend?" asked a grandmother who was sitting comfortably on the sofa sitting next to Mr. Karan.
"Daughter? no, Oma.." mr. Karan immediately shook his head.
He touched his chin before continuing, "He's Asa's employee in the office,"
"Oh, employees? but is it at the boss' house where he works?" asked the old granny while looking at my appearance.
"Oma has never seen an employee who dared to set foot in this house" said the grandmother.
"Pantes sir Karan judes, jutek, fierce. Her grandmother's people are also not much different from her grandchildren.." I said in my heart feel uncomfortable with the gaze of grandmother who now closed the folding fan in her hand.
"That's because, um." Karan stuttered. Just this time I saw him not being able to dwell in front of someone.
"It's ugly!" said the grandmother.
"Don't get close to this woman, Asa! or you'll be blinded, "the grandmother commemorates her granddaughter.
I smiled bitterly at what Grandma had said to the Boss. His words were really very piercing into the deepest cavities of the heart.
Ting tong's...
And the sound of the bell prevented Mr. Karan who had opened his mouth, from speaking.
"I open the door first, Mister.." mbok Sri let go of my hand and walked towards the door.
And there came a figure who would be my helper in this tense situation.