The Love Struggle of the Village Girl
Chapters. 156

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“Not too long om, I'm here who should apologize to om. Who came suddenly and disturbed the om who was again on the move at home.” Zeen was polite.

Sigit seemed to smile in response to the remark, “Already, why so kakuk so. I already told you. Consider it your own home so do not hesitate to come here.” Evidently. “Sit down again.” Pinta Sigit on Zeen.

Zeen nodded and re-occupied himself in the sofa.

“What do you want to drink Zeen? Coincidentally meet again to the nearest market, so om who will make you drink.” Said Sigit chuckling slowly.

“No need to bother om. I just want to convey something important to om.” Zeen refused the offer.

“Something that matters?” reset Sigit.

Zeen nodded. “Iya om,”

“If it is very important, yes om make a drink first dong. Let's be good to talk about?” sigit chuckled slowly again.

“But om ..”

Even the middle-aged man did not hear Zeen's reply and preferred to just walk away, entering the kitchen.

You must be wondering why the host would prefer to prepare his own drink instead of having a housekeeper? The answer is because his household assistant is currently taking leave to go to the village, because the son of his siblings is married.

“Truly om Sigit .. His friendly attitude makes me instantly dejavu.” Zeen muttered with a smile while grinning his head.

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“Diminum first Zeen will only talk seriously, so the throat is not dry,” said Sigit gave an iced tea to Zeen.

Zeen smiled in response, “Thank you om. Shouldn't bother like this.” Zeen then drank the iced tea. But Zeen slightly frowned as she felt so sweet on the iced tea.

“Aduh ... it looks like your om is giving too much sugar,” chirps Sigit while also feeling how sweet it is on the iced tea.

“How much om gives the sugar? Why so sweet?” zeen asked curiously as she placed the glass on the table.

Sigit who was asked then smiled awkwardly. “As om give sugar as much as three tablespoons.” His word.

Zeen to boast of hearing that, “Sweet message really om. This is what makes diabetes later, Zeen has explained to om before. If you have to avoid the so-called sweet. Om didn't even listen to him.” Seloroh Zeen grinned in wonder.

“Aduh ... would like to start his medical lecture again.” Mumbles Sigit.

“Remember yes, because om has entered the age of fifty years. Then om recommended should maintain the om diet, and also the levels of sweet foods that om eat. In old age people must be lay with the name of the disease. Whether it's diabetes, stroke, heart and others.” Clearly Zeen was at length with a wise gesture like a doctor who was lecturing his patients.

“Well I expected,” murmured Sigit again while shaking and smiling amusedly. “It looks like I should turn this conversation away from my skin getting hot again because of hearing that chatter.”

“So om, according to the advice that Zeen gave at that time. Om must take care of your health even though diabetes is still held early and there are no signs of seriousness. But the name of the disease should–”

“Oke Zeen om understand, om have heard the advice from you as much as fifty times fitting with the age of om at this time. So om will definitely keep remembering it.” Said Sigit immediately interrupting. “Better we talk about the important thing you said earlier, actually what important thing do you want to talk about?” tanyakanya.

When Sigit saw Zeen's face that became serious, Sigit immediately heaved a sigh of relief. “Finally I was able to stop that long talk.” He murmured again with a soft voice.

“Alright om, I will say what I want to tell om.”

Zeen nodded in response to that remark. “To first of all om can read my search results first, before I give an explanation to om.”

Sigit frowned when he saw that map.

“Your search?”

“Ya om, my search for five days is.”

Sigit chuckled, “Emang what the hell? What makes you so serious? Make om curious aja.” he said, then immediately open the yellow map which was immediately treated to some important writing there.

Sigit read the contents of the writing in silence, at first he read the writing with a relaxed look. But suddenly the relaxed look turned into a very serious look when he found the name of his shell and the name of his first daughter who he had been looking for.

Sigit occasionally glanced at Zeen with a questioning look, but still he also continued to focus on the map.

“This is impossible right Zeen? How could you possibly get this information?” sigit asked in a trembling voice, not believing what he was reading.

“Princess Sanjay! Isn't that the name of your missing first daughter?” asked Zeen with a serious face.

Sigit placed the map on the table with his hands constantly shaking. “Iya, that's my daughter's name. Even the people closest to me don't know my son's name? But how did you get my daughter's information so quickly? Da-dan, is that writing true? If my daughter–”

“Ya om! Your daughter is alive all this time!”

Bruk!

“What?!”

Zeen and Sigit immediately turned their attention to the side, where Eva who had been standing near them, with the groceries that the woman had brought directly he just kept it on the floor.

“What does that mean? My daughter ... My daughter is still alive?” eva asked in disbelief with the mouth she had with both hands.

Sigit then immediately stood up from his seat and walked over to his wife.

“Sayang ... We should sit down first, you must be tired of coming home from the market,”

“Don't count on that mas! The answer to my question is, is that true? Or just a joke?” ask Eva again.

Sigit just silently did not respond, confused to answer what because he also still did not fully believe the information he read.

Zeen got up from her seat, and faced the two married couples.

“You two better sit down first, so I can explain about this. Because it is better to listen to this explanation with a cool head.” Zeen was wise.

Eva and Sigit glanced at each other, then both nodded and walked towards the sofa.

“What is this mas?” asked Eva when she saw something that immediately filled her mind, when she saw a photo of a child in the map.

“Tate can read it first,” timpal Zeen.

Eva did not respond, she was so serious looking at the photo of the little boy. Although the picture is a little blurry and set in black and white.

“I know who is in this photo ...” Eva, did not last long the middle-aged woman shed her tears. “This is my son! My first daughter ...” her sarcophagus was crying while hugging that old photo.

TBC.