The Retaliation of a Wife Considered a Household Parasite
148: There is a Demo
“Pak Gede, Mr Gede know, right, the case of kades injected with the same mantri for allegedly cheating on the wife of the mantri?” tanya Septi who had woken up three times, but the trip to Magelang was still about two hours away.
“What's really why? You want to go along with that too? Do you have the tools? You have used marjan syrup liquid to make ice!” respond sir Haji is still nagging.
“Later on the fasting month, you trade ice-caps or ice-mixes and such. Good for adding income. Fasting later you should have married again, right?” continued Pak Haji.
“Yes, Haji sir. Later I try to trade, ask Fajar mas also.” Septi lowered his head.
“Sep, Sep. Gini, if the Dawn will not be faithful, how?” Pak Haji not only stared at Septi through the rearview mirror on it because he also looked back at the young woman behind him carefully.
Septi was sad and looked down deeply.
“Eh think even sad, bannting only! You must be a versatile wife who is also feared by the husband. Because if not, there is your husband to be a traveler love my kayak!” firmly Mr. Haji cheering.
“OK, Mr Gede!” septi's response was finally excited.
“It is. That Dawn is coking. Sitting just once must immediately fall down not again act!” reply Haji sir who also reassured.
After two hours had finally passed, they finally arrived at their intended address. A motorcycle dealer next to a motorcycle accessory store, becomes the address they go to. The atmosphere there was really crowded, similar to the atmosphere of the demo.
“Gilee Pak Gede's. This serame!” puji Septi's.
“Wear the jinn of the kayak this anyway!” said Mr. Haji directly kepo and looked at him from his seat.
“But they seem to be solid again, a slap, a kind of check-cock want that gelud, Mbah! Perhatiin said compact use all muscles,” said the driver named Rozak while enjoying the rest of his stamina drink.
“Hah, time, anyway? There's a demo and stuff, right? Thank you if that is it! Thank you to the Father!” septi is excited.
Meanwhile, what Pak Haji did was ask the driver to rush to move from there.
“Fear of cars, let alone why. The situation is not suitable because if we are killed, we will not thank you let alone be a hero!” said Mr. Haji as his car was finally driven.
Braaaak!
At the dealer there is already a broken.
“Please be patient, everyone. Please help I will definitely take care of one-on-one!” Just now it was the voice of Mr. Joseph and when Septi and Pak Haji made sure, the man was getting thinner and looked unkempt. His face alone was filled with bumps such as cystic acne or even small boils.
“But I haven't sent a letter, Mr. Gede. It's like being sick!” septi said happy for the difficult and pain of the father.
“Pak Gede yes, so much!” septi lamented.
“Tega same fact is different thin, Sep. Let us be more literate!” reply Pak Salji who immediately stupefied to see the chaotic situation back there.
The group that looks like a protestor in the back there, recklessly barged into the dealer who seemed to double into the house. Neither Mr. Yusuf nor the employees seemed to be able to do much but resign and make it all happen.
Pak Haji's car was deliberately parked a bit far, in front of the gas station in front of the dealer because the dealer position that Mr. Yusuf has is very strategic.
“They're kayaking people again huh? Tuh people there are thirties,” said Septi still watching in detail.
“Then did they find his wife Yusuf?” said Mr. Haji to be guessing. Shortly after, the two people who were one car with him, gradually looked at him. “There is no other possibility, right? Why do they look for others or at least just employees there, to the extent!” sureness.
“Si Your tone umpetin where to? Basic husband and wife are both deceivers!” said one of the mothers who did not hesitate to bogey the face of Mr. Yusuf.
“Uh!” haji shudder reflexes then holds his face using his right hand, as if he also got a raw bogem like Mr. Yusuf. “Emak-etok fought!” said it.
Up ahead, Mr. Yusuf immediately staggered and reflexively held on to one of the motorcycles next to him.
Some employees in red and white uniforms tried to break up, but the time that most mothers were fresh, even more aggressive. They asked for every key of the bike that was there to take the loss they got from Nada.
“Could be sure this is your father's quick kiss, Sep. There he will ask for your help to survive in the future!” sure Mr. Haji is still observing.
Septi snorted in annoyance as he continued to observe what was happening. “We don't have to go there before they really disperse, Mr. Gede. They have them so ask us to take responsibility. Worse if they find out about our house. Must have been continued until we love everything according to the loss!” He looked at Hajj with confidence.
“Tumben you think? Yes, your brain tumben is useful!” reply Pak Haji while laughing cheerfully.
Septi just snorted annoyed. “Ancur-ruined the tree!” he said he joined the struggle to see his father was still a matter of community. In fact, the motor will initially be brought, so it did not so and instead bantedgung deliberately mussak and seems to lower the price of the motor.
After looking satisfied, the mothers left from there. Some ride odong-odong parked and there are two odong-odong. Some of them ride the bike and their behavior is really bar-bar because maybe the effect of those who have been harmed.
“And as long as your father leaves, you become a useful person, will revenge as well as your victory is enough fan-fans use mature money!” said mr. Haji.
“Now, if I had it would have been more and more, Mr. Gede!” reply Septi.
“Nah so, ... useful and so rich is much better because it can make you have degrees! Instead of you being lazy, the result is just fat that makes you closer to hell!” reply to Haji sir. “You do not imitate me who lives hanging out in Arum stalls while karaokean, different. You see, I used to work hard, now it's like I live manen every effort. Really enjoy life!”
“Keep, now what do I do, Mr Gede?” sergeant Septi who really asked for advice as well as the most effective direction to reply to the father.