The Boss' Wife
Ch - 86 Asparagus

Following Bu Inem's path through the residents' house.

"Who is there, next to him?" asked the middle-aged mother carrying a basket made of rattan in her embrace, containing vegetables.

"It's neng geulis." Ms. Inem held my hand. "That has a rice field where I work." explained Bu Inem was happy to introduce me to the Mothers who asked earlier.

"Okay, geulis ey message, boss again" he said praising me.

"Udah used to be Nul, I still have cooperation with Zahra."

"Yes mango." smile.

"Yuk, Neng." Ms. Inem held my hand, to follow her walking back.

Just smiling, looking at the Mothers.

"Wah Bi, who's brought oruh." again the handsome man looks like his age is the same as me.

"This is my boss. I have a job first." Ms. Inem pulled my hand again, until some of the residents who asked me to Ms. Inem, could only smile, did not understand their language.

"Well that's my house, neng." pointed Bu Inem at the wooden house that looks worn, but is worth using. Typical home here makes me more comfortable, if only Mas Abyan want to stay here, I want to.

"Sit here first, neng." Bu Inem's order pointed to a wooden chair under the tree, there I could see a waterfall not far from the house of Bu Inem.

"Yes Ma'am." sat down following the instructions.

"For a while, I took the spices in the back, because they are still planted" he explained.

"Can I come along, ma'am?" my door.

"Here you are, later neng his hands dirty.see nih neng," Bu Inem saw his fingers and nails black-black due to the rubber and other dirt stuck there. I'm so mediocre to see it. "You neng, his hands are just like mine."

"It's okay, ma'am, I'll wash it." ngeyelku. I used to love playing land, especially combers. Since marriage with Mas Abyan I took care of myself, understandably the wife of Mr. Boss.

"Udah do not need to neng, enthused Mr. Abyan was angry again with me, because his wife played land." still Bu Inem refused me.

"If Mamas is angry with Mom, I am angry again." ngeyelku who wants to help Bu Inem, the troublesome time he still does not want to help.

"What about?" Ms. Inem looks worried.

Stand up, "Come on Mom, I'm coming." I force you.

"Hmmm, yes if so." agreed.

Alhamdulillahot.

"Here neng, go down." take Bu Inem down the climb position of the plant near the waterfall.

"Oh, Mom, where's Mom's family?" I haven't seen him near his house.

"My son is playing with his friends the most, if my husband is no neng" explained Bu Inem relaxed.

The deg!

My heart is sad, hearing the story of Bu Inem, he is old enough to be the head of the family.

"Sorry Mom, I don't know." uncomfortable, discussing the late husband Bu Inem, afraid he was sad.

"Ah just relax," replied Bu Inem smiling. "My husband died a long time ago."

Although it has been a long time, it certainly cannot be forgotten. Like me, who had been left to two parents, a time where I had to be happy, but I was forced to cover it all up.

"Hmmm, yes, ma'am."

"Well that's the plant," pointed Bu Inem at the neatly arranged plant, seeing the swiftness of the waterfall flowing from the top of the hill. I want to jump into the water shower there.

"Sir, want to take a shower?" Ms. Inem seemed sensitive to see me leading to the waterfall.

"Ah no ma'am, I just saw it." I refused.

"Oh yes neng, then here." Bu Inem took a seat, he began to scavenge for spices.

Folding clothes so as not to get dirty before taking the spices needed by Bu Inem.

"Take that one aja neng," Ms. Inem pointed to the long-leaved green stems. "About five sticks." the requestor Bu Inem, when almost scavenging the ground.

"Oh yes, ma'am." started walking in the direction indicated.

"That's the name of the plant asparagus neng, very good for health" explained Ms. Inem who may see me confused by the shape of the plant.

Oh this, the famous asparagus plant.

Taking as per the inks of Bu Inem.

Jeder!

"Astaghfirullahal'azim." holding a chest of surprise at the sound of lightning striking the ceiling, all of a sudden.

Cloudy clouds covered the ceiling, the sound of lightning was clearly heard everywhere.

"Oh want to rain neng, let's quickly go home, this material is also enough, in my house there are still many."

"Ah yes Ma'am, here is the asparagus leaf." handed it to Ms. Inem.

Ms. Inem took. "Let's go a little fast."

Jeder!

Right in front of me, lightning strikes a tree. "Astaghfirullah." My heart would be dislodged, seeing the heavenly angel's punch signifies the proof of the almighty's greatness.

"Let's go, hurry." cried Bu Inem.

"Yes Ma'am." walked a little run around following in Bu Inem's footsteps.

"Oh," my leg was scratched by a small piece of wood, down there.

"Why neng?"

"It's okay, ma'am."

"Astaghfirullah, your feet are bleeding." show Bu Inem look at my feet.

Seeing is true. "The rain is coming down, let's go" said Bu Inem pulling my hand.

"Ah yes, ma'am."

Ms. Inem opened the door.

"Let's go inside my cottage."

Just nodding his head, following Bu Inem in. My vision was fixated on the roof and walls that were leaking from the rain that began to pour so heavily.

"Neng sat there first." pointed Bu Inem, on a small bed made of rattan in a cloth that looks less clean.

"Yes ma'am." followed orders.

"I'm sorry, because of Mom, neng geulis it's like this." Ms. Inem looks worried to see me.

"It's easy Mom, there's no need to be afraid" I said with a smile.

"Sorry my house, leaked neng. Want to be right there is no money." honestly Bu Inem without shame, if in thought, I better talk to Mas Abyan. About help for Bu Inem, Boby, Pak Paijo, Bu Ninik, Bu Tukiyem, and Pak Agung.

"This ring is cloth and water, to wash the wound on the foot of the batty." Ms. Inem handed me a container with clean cloth.

Take on. "Yes, thank you."

"Yes neng are both. I make potions first, take a minute."

"Yes Mom, I'm sorry I took care of you."

"Ah ndak kok neng, I sincerely help." she replied with a smile.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Sama-sama." the way is towards the kitchen, while I wipe the legs that are flowing fresh blood.

Jeder!

"Astaghfirullah," was surprised again to hear the sound of lightning, usually in Jakarta, not as big as here. Remembering Mas Abyan, may he be protected by God with extreme weather gini.

Seriate...