The Prisoner of the Mafia
TSM Chapter 8 - Someone Who Is Right
"hehehehe. ya mbok long ago when I was in the parlour I used to clean like gini" while sweating with the back of his hand.
mbok colorful only beards with a smile. After clearing the page, we went inside.
"shower first, mbok also want to take a shower after that just help mbok cook ya, nduk".
" yes, mbok", I immediately darted into the room.
But as soon as Namira entered the room she suddenly went out again. He was looking for the mbok.
"What's up, who are you looking for?" the colorful mbok appears behind Namira.
"pull..make me surprised. um...Bathroom where's mbok?" tannya
Smiling, she replied "it's behind you There's a door, see?
Namira turned around, looking at the bathroom door. He said, "hehehe, sorry I don't know it's here".
"last the shower".
Namira nodded, she was very grateful because at least here still work and get a salary. He doesn't have anyone anymore.
Namira helps the colorful mbok cook. Even though the colorful mbok is already old but he is quite deft.
*krucuk..
ih... this is why the worm is protesting*..
"lapar nduk, must be the worm nyium the smell of his cooking mbok so he immediately demoed" while smiling the mbok teasing Namira.
"yes, I think mbok".
mbok Warni told me to put in a row of bushes. I was a little confused, because on the kitchen table a lot of bushels arranged.
" mm, uh, kok kayak catering yes. Where do you want to send?ask me while putting the fish in the bushel.
"ntar Someone take it himself, enter and just all. don't forget to leave us dinner".
"only we mbok?
" yes, who else does".
"gm..Gentlemen this morning mbok?
"Den Damian and Den Roy don't eat here".
After I finish cleaning the cooking container immediately, I ask the mbok to sit down just relax.
The mbok just looked at me who was in order.
" you're really diligent huh, the mbok look at it".
"I'm used to being mbok, used to help the mother of the cooking house I must be berberes. Let it be neat and unsightly".
mbok colorful brandishing 2 thumbs. Feeling comfortable with the colorful mbok, Namira also told a long story while his hands did not stop cleaning the kitchen from the traces of oil.
"uh. mismanaged already", while looking at the wall clock has been almost an hour more.
In his view mbok colorful is no longer in the seat,
where the mbok is...,
" Here you go, let's eat first it's time for dinner".
"yes mbok.. ".
We sat at the table together, the mbok took me rice. I also became confused.
"Don't think of it as your grandmother. Let's take the side dish, if less rice can be added".
"Thank you mbok" his heart touched to hear the words of the mbok.
Namira was really happy, to forget that he had asked to go home.
After eating and cleaning the dirty dishes, the mbok invited him to sit in the living room.
Looks television size 70 inches, Namira gawking.
"Have not bengong take Sana remote, who knows you There is a show you want to watch".
Namira takes the remote, and turns it on. The mbok came with a snack and 1 pitcher of water.
The position of the mbok sat on the sofa and Namira selonjor was boasted near the feet of the mbok.
" Mom, may I ask you a question?
I don't know how many questions have been asked in his head. Hope someone answers it.