The Prisoner of the Mafia
TSM Chapter 9 - At the Home of a Mafia
I don't know how many questions have been asked in his head. Hope someone answers it.
"What's nduk?"
"gm...Is it just the two of us, mbok, in this house? And that was why use a catering event? I don't see who took it either. There are no guests, right?"while turning on the television, looking for the channel I like.
The mbok was laughing, looking wrinkles on his face.
"deserve you from back and forth in front of the door yes, the mbok until confused do not think want to run away".
I also looked down embarrassed, it's true I wonder who ordered so many side dishes. But I don't think about escaping either. Suddenly, the food was not in the kitchen. Of course I'm curious.
Just now my mouth was open to ask again.
"the food was for Den Damian's men, there lived to cook rice. mbok who prepared the side dish".
" Every day, huh mbok?"
" Yes ..iyalah nduk, later in the morning mbok cook all for noon. And usually before Ada was you, Den Damian sent one of his confidants to help cook clean up too."
Namira rounded her lips while being bearded.
Before Namira opened her mouth again, he said again
"Have not had to ask the strange again, the important thing you work here can get a decent salary right. Den Damian is a pretty royal man".
Mbok Warni stood up, just stepped he turned again.
With a serious face said "Don't mind to run away, because it will be back here again.
Namira was silent, actually he was where. It's quiet here, will it be here forever. Just like prisoners.
Ih. rather than strange thinking mending enjoyed alone. here eat for free, sleep does not pay. Counting tubes for the future. hihihi
"Ngapain smiled to himself? the colorful mbok appeared while carrying two empty glasses.
"i'm sorry I forgot to bring the glass". said Namira.
"it's okay, all right, take the medicine in the room."
"pull sick? what pain? I said.
"usual nduk disease of the elderly, the term scabbing nduk" while fingering his knees.
"Here mbok me incandescent, have you ever checked mbok? while my hands are massaging the colorful mbok legs.
" It's the old man's sickness"laughs.
"the actual bud of seneng there are friends you nduk, usually if it's night gini mbok itself has gone straight to sleep.
" mbok if drowsiness, just sleep first is okay.later I followed".my words while glancing at the entrance, but my hands still massage.
"if it's night don't go out, just stay home. You want to flip over but inside the house".taken a chuckle.
I was a little surprised, the mbok said that.
" why is mbok? manya curious.
"just follow what mbok said, let's be safe.
again I was confused, but I nodded too.
Not feel the time to go up at night mbok also told to rest.
I looked at the ceiling of my room, I was tired but not yet closed eyes. There is a small window, which is a bit high.
Maybe I should be patient first, look at the situation. Just made a plan.
Maybe because tired long Namira's eyes closed.
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Meanwhile, Namira's contract shows Dina and Santi chatting in the room.
"Namira hasn't come home yet" Dina looked worried.
"I was also confused, yesterday was willing to apply for work but almost 2 days have not returned home. Actually applying at what company he is".