The Passion of Duda Perjaka
Hit the Tree
3-year-old Qisya always be near Brian, even sleep should be with Brian.
But somehow, the last 1 year Brian is too busy with his company that has just surged up in the market.
Even many small companies want to join Brian's company.
To make Brian forget if he has a little girl who really needs attention.
What else Qisya had just started to understand all the circumstances around him and tried to speak properly despite still being a little slurred.
Brian was too busy with his work to make him rarely go home when going out of town.
And if Brian was in his office he always came home late at night and immediately rested then early in the morning immediately left without breakfast.
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Today Brian is traveling to a village LIKE MAJU to survey the land he bought a month ago.
Currently Brian wants to build a company or PT in order to help open job vacancies for everyone in the village.
Because in the village of SUKA MAJU it is very difficult to find a permanent job, they are all dominant are farmers and ranchers.
Until finally they have to migrate to the city of people, in order to change their fate and more easily produce coffers of money to meet the lives of their families in the village.
In the car
Brian was busy calling his confidant Brian assigned to look after the main company.
However, when Brian again engrossed in talking about work.
Suddenly, his phone fell right under Brian's feet.
“Ckk!! Why wear everything fall” said Brian while trying to feel his cellphone with one hand holding the steering wheel of the car and eyes focus on staring at the street.
When Brian's phone has been successfully obtained by accident there is a hooded girl who wants to cross the road.
“Aaa..” shouted the hooded girl while closing her eyes and ears.
A surprised Brian saw him slam the steering wheel to the right and hit a tree.
Brakk..
There was a slightly loud sound.
Brian fainted with a head hit by the steering wheel of a car.
“Alhamdulillah, thankfully I slamet. Matur Nuwun, Gusti Allah (Alhamdulillah, thankfully I survived. Thank you God)” said thankfully the hooded girl while opening her eyes.
“Astagfirullahaladzim, innalilahi wainnalahi rojiun” said the girl while rubbing her chest when surprised to see a car that hit a tree.
“Kulo kudu sngal nylametake wong kui, weld yen late covered (i have to save the person immediately, pity if he is late for help)”
A hooded girl ran to help and save her life.
“Piye iki, kula ora may ndemek wong lanang sing dudu mahramku (how this is, I cannot possibly touch a man who is not my mahram)” muttered the hooded girl.
Then the girl ran for help around the scene.
“Numun sewu Pak, saged nulungi kula. Ana wong sing kacilakan (excuse me sir, can you help me. There was a man who had an accident)” said the girl in an anxious tone while pointing towards the car that hit the tree.
“Astagfirullahaladzim, neng endi mbak? let's not tulungi (astagfirullahaladzim, where mbak? let me help)” said the father in a surprised tone.
“Come sir, kula tuduake dalane (let's sir, I show you the way)”
The hooded girl immediately ran to show the road and was followed by the father and his friend from behind with hasty footsteps.
Then the father and his friend tried to open the car door and immediately pulled out Brian and put him to sleep in the grass.
It was fortunate that Brian did not lock the door from the inside, so they easily opened the car door.
“Kayane wong iki boten nopo-nopo mbak, dheweke mung semaput lan ana tatu ing bathuk lan sawetara catu (it looks like this person is okay kok mbak, nopo, he just fainted and there were bruises on his forehead as well as some minor injuries)” said the father.
“Iso mbak, sedhela wae kita arep njupuk motor dhisik lan kanggo nareni wong fabric this supoyo ora arrived (can be mbak, can be, wait a minute we'll grab a bike and a cloth to bring this man to your house)" replied the father.
The girl could only smile and nod her head in a sign that she understood.
Then the father and his friend ran to get a motorbike and cloth to tie Brian so as not to fall.
The father tried hard to ride Brian to the motorbike and helped with his friend.
Brian's extremely stocky body was making them a little overwhelmed.
Finally the girl hooded was riding the father's friend's motorbike with a state of sitting tilted to the side.
Unfortunately Brian sat on a motorbike with a fainting state and tied around the waist of the father using a cloth.
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Almost 10 minutes of their journey has now all arrived at a very modest little house.
Then the girl immediately told the father and his friend to go into the house and bring Brian into the room.
“Assalamualaikum, Abah, Umi. iki Hana wis bali saka market (assalamualaikum, abah, umi. It's Hana has returned from the market)” said Hana while entering the house.
“Come sir mlebu rene, kula will nuduakake kamare adhiku (let's get in here, I'll show you my sister's room)”
Hana immediately showed the sister's room, so they could immediately bring Brian to rest.
Slowly the father and his friend put Brian on the small and thin mattress.
Then they all came out of the room and left Brian alone.
“Matur nohun pisan toh Pak, sampun paringi pitulungan. Come lenggah at kula badhe damel coffee (thank you very much sir, has given me help. Let's sit down first I make coffee)” said Hana very friendly.
“Ojo kuwatir mbak, we arep muleh ae. Mugo-mugo wong lanang kui iso nggal mari yo (don't worry mbak, we want to go home. Hopefully the man can recover soon yes)” said his friend.
“Enggeh mbak, wis rapopo kulo ambek konkoku arep muleh ae. Sing important wong lanang kui ora opo-opo (iya mbak, it's a gapapa I'm just as my friend wants to go home. What matters is that the man is okay)” said the father.
“Amin nu Gusti Allah, yes wis after all sir, Sepisan malih kula matur nuwun enggeh, sir (amin Allah, yes already sir, once again I say thank you sir)" hana said politely.
“Enggeh mbak, sami-sami mawon. We say hello to Assalamualaikum (iya mbak, the same. We say yes Assalamualaikum)” saying goodbye to the father with a smile.
“Waalaikumsalam, ati-ati ing dalane Pak (Waalaikumsalam, be careful in the way Pak)” said Hana while standing outside the house.
The father and his friend then left Hana's house using his motorcycle.
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