TOAST
* Slice 186, Meet ?
Qeena and Mak Nuha decided to head to the tomb of Mak Leha a little further away.
The tomb of Mak Leha and her husband is neatly arranged because every year, Qeena and Mak Nuha always try to pay dues and maintenance costs. Dafi gave Qeena more money to give to the tomb guards so that she could pay more attention to the tomb of Mak Leha and her husband.
Only about half an hour there. They also conveyed in their hearts the intention of Qeena, as if Mak Leha was still there and telling a story.
Rian and Mas Narko waiting in the car, had bought a toy shoot for Rian to play. As usual, if near the month of Ramadan like this, not only the florists who are in front of the funeral gate, but the toymen and food are also lined up neatly.
After the tomb of Mak Leha, they moved to the Tomb of Engkongnya Qeena. There is a sprinkling of fresh flowers on the navel, a sign of yesterday or today that has come.
"Sorry Neng . "greet the tomb attendant.
"Yes sir" replied Qeena.
"This young man's family is buried here?" ask the funeral officer.
"Yes sir .. We are Babe's daughter-in-law and granddaughter" replied Mak Nuha.
"What's up?" ask Qeena.
"Yesterday, I found a wallet on this tomb, I hurriedly took it, maybe Mother Neng knows the same who has a wallet. I saw the ID card, I did not take the money" said the funeral officer.
Mak Nuha saw the ID card on the wallet, there was a photo and his name was written there. There is also a photo of a baby Qeena being held with the same Anak and Babe.
"Emak knows?" ask Qeena.
Mak Nuha handed the wallet to Qeena.
"This is your Grandma Qeena, the baby's picture is your childhood photo. Well this is Engkong" said Mak Nuha while pointing at the photo.
"So if once I titip aja mother yes, maybe later the owner of the wallet can Mother who call. In-laws, right?" ask the funeral officer.
"Yes" replied Mak Nuha.
The funeral attendants stayed away from them.
"Why do you want to take this wallet?" ask Qeena.
"Maybe this could be a pointer for us, Qeena. My mother wanted to know your father's family. We used to look for it but it moved. This time, the story goes, we can meet them. Ngarepin your father will even be a hassle" replied Mak Nuha.
"It doesn't matter if Qeena knows them? Didn't open your old wounds?" ask Qeena carefully.
"We're getting older Qeena... My mom is determined to get to know you to her biological family. Mas Dafi has told me about Mom. But my mom is always not ready. But now you want to officially marry Mas Dafi, Mother wants them to attend your wedding" said Mak Nuha.
"Mak .thank you for making peace with the past for the sake of Qeena" said Qeena, holding the hand of Mak Noah.
"Babe must be happy to see his grandson happy now" said Mak Nuha.
"Kong .. we say goodbye first" Qeena said as she held the gravestone.
Mak Nuha gave the money to the tomb janitor, there were five people who looked clean and all loved.
Qeena held Mak Nuha's hand towards the tomb's door. Narko and Rian are ready in the car.
Qeena and Mak Nuha got into the car and left the burial area. Simultaneously, Iyus walked closer to the cemetery.
"Sir .. If there is a loss of goods here, usually where is it?" ask Him Iyus.
"Lost in the tomb where is Mom? later in the check if there is a report in the notebook" replied the funeral officer.
"Block C1 number 7" said Nyaknya Iyus.
"I just handed it to my mother's family, it was fitting I asked her she said it was my daughter-in-law and granddaughter" said the funeral officer.
"Same granddaughter of my daughter-in-law?" ask Him Iyus.
"His mother is middle-aged, about forty years old. His son's necklace is very beautiful Mom, rich artist face, his nose is sharp, his lips look sexy how it is, his skin is clean but it is not mature and not very white" said the funeral officer in detail.
"Thank you Mr.." replied Mak Leha as she headed to her husband's grave.
As soon as the tomb arrived, there was a bouquet of white roses near the headstone.
"Who did Bang come here? if the pilgrimage to the tomb Abang .. must be family or know the brother. The characteristics of kaya kaga are familiar, as our grandchildren are very bulluk, boro-boro rich artists" asked Nyaknya Iyus in heart.
Still in confusion, Iyus left the cemetery. During the trip, his mind tried to guess.
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"Mba Qeena... It's four o'clock now, would you like to pick up Mas Dafi all right? can kok lewatin his office" Mas Narko bargained.
"Call first the person, want to be picked up or not" said Qeena while calling Dafi.
Obviously Dafi wants to be picked up, he happens to be in the office, no duty out.
Dafi left the office at five o'clock. Rian slept on the back bench, satiety was over eating fried noodles and fried chicken.
"Mass .. Qeena kebelet nih, was another peed at the restaurant so it was not kebelet" said Qeena as soon as Dafi wanted to enter the car.
Dafi put his bag into the car and took Qeena into his office building.
"What's the matter, Mr. Danish back? is anyone missing?" ask Security.
"You go to the toilet sir" replied Dafi.
"It's really pretty that his girlfriend is Mr. Danish, so really yes gossip that says if Mr. Danish wants to get married. Yes if I also mah where long-lasting dating if the model is rich in gini" praised Security.
"Mas ... These spikes are not resistant" whispered Qeena.
"Excuse me first yes, I went to the toilet under Kok Pak, which is usual for guests" said Dafi.
"Ready Mr. Danish .. please come in" replied Security.
Dafi waited for Qeena at the toilet door.
"Ngapain Nish .. was back home" said his roommate.
"This is Mas .. wait for the rest of the toilet" replied Dafi.
Qeena out of the toilet. Her friend Dafi didn't blink looking at Qeena's beauty.
"Udah?" ask Dafi gently.
Dafi returned to hold Qeena's hand.
"Known Mas .. This is Qeena" said Dafi.
"So that yesterday made grilled rice this is the person? the food panties are packed pretty, the people are beautiful not kepalang" praised his partner Dafi.
"First yes Mas" said Dafi.
"Feed Nish .. artist huh?" ask his partner Dafi.
"Where can Mas date the same artist. Our salary a month is not necessarily enough to buy the powder. If this is a cake and bakery businessman, a strong woman who can make her own money" praise Dafi.
"That steady double . beautiful and independent, perfect blend" continued Dafi.
Many eyes were watching Dafi and Qeena walking towards the parking lot. On average, praise the beauty of Qeena and compare the same face of Dafi that feels less fitting if juxtaposed with Qeena.
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Dafi who was carrying the car, Qeena sat down beside him. Mas Narko and Mak Nuha sat in the middle while watching Rian who was still asleep.
"So not cooking tomorrow?" ask Dafi.
"Udah Mas .. was leaving at reckless hours. From Mas street we immediately cook" said Qeena.
"What cooking, the rich have just seen you purify the flesh" said Dafi.
"Bikin empal meat equals ready-to-fry lungs. So deliberately make ready to eat, confused about what love. They must also have prepared food before Ramadan. So tomorrow we go to Mr. Shaka's house, Teh Erin was there, had already called" explained Qeena.
"Make it at home, right?" dafi said.
"There is .. kan Mas said the first sahur would be together at Dad's house" said Qeena.
"Good ... that's my good wife" praised Dafi.
"Mas Dafi, tomorrow there is an invitation to study in the mosque before Ramadan" said Mas Narko.
"Yes, there was an announcement in the RT group. Why are you not invited?" ask Dafi.
"This show is shortened anyway Mas, so for the Fathers only. Mothers bother to take care of the first sahur" said Mas Narko.
"Yes, the teenagers of the mosque who now lack coordination with the elders there, so if it makes a lot of impromptu events, so rich is forced" replied Dafi.
"Besides the food donation or what is Mas Narko?" ask Qeena.
"Usually the awareness of the citizens, this is an impromptu anyway . yes there is a rich miskom" replied Mas Narko.
"Bikinin what dong Mas? it's definitely late at night until home. The power is already cape if you want to make a cake" asked Qeena.
"Buy it tomorrow" replied Dafi.
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"Yet I got his wallet?" ask Iyus.
"The word of the funeral attendant, the wallet has been deposited into sodara. Lah kaga knows who, when you say the person is very beautiful" replied Nyaknya Iyus who is still confused.
"Qeena kali Nyak" said Iyus spontaneously.
"Well Yus .. Lu pan knows where he is .. anter Nyak there yuk" asked Nyaknya.
"His father-in-law did not like Iyus, at a very cruel Nyak. Understand the rich, besides Qeena and Noah also did not want to find us, if Iyus want to meet would say he left again" replied Iyus.
"If Nyak were to meet, Noah ama Qeena would" said Nyaknya Iyus.
"Ga do Yes Nyak, Iyus do not want Nyak sad, ntar thought we were begging" added Iyus.
Because Nyaknya continued to make Iyus, finally Iyus want anther but on condition only anter from far away. It's his own way to Mr. Dzul's house.
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This morning all the shipments for Mr. Dzul and Aa' Zay are neat, Rian has also been bathed in the same Mas Narko and now again bribed to eat with Mak Nuha using his favorite capcay.
Dafi again chatted on the terrace of his house with Mr. RT and Mr. RW. Qeena serves bread and tempeh mendoan for guests.
"Thank you Mba Qeena, early in the morning already treated aja" said the stale Pak RT.
"Sama-sama .. please taste sir" said Qeena.
"Enak nih if you use ngebul-ngebul rice with soy sauce" joked Pak RW.
"You Sir? there is a kok .. incidentally Mas Dafi also has not had breakfast, let's all" bargained Qeena.
"Just kanda Mba Qeena" said Mr. RW.
"Come on Mr. RW .. Mr. RT. don't be shy, we brush the existing one" invite Dafi.
"Yes if forced to do it again" said Mr. RT.
Finally everyone entered the Dafi house which was still not much stuff. They eat in the kitchen with a dining table.
"There's only one room? still not filled much house" asked Mr. RT.
"Not yet part of the money Mr. RT .. hehehe. Yes, the room below is only one, understand me, sir, it was for a bachelor house" replied Dafi.
"Gapapa Mas Dafi, let the little one come from his own home. This is a very modern house. Toh Mas Dafi is also still sleeping in Mr. Dzul's house right, so enough room for Mak Nuha and Mba Qeena. Later if it has been approved new deh make your own room, so you can spend time together" said Mr. RW.
"That bet is Mas Dafi, let alone a newlywed, can not see the dry hair a little directly shampooed again .. hahhaha" said Mr. RT.
Dafi just smiled at the babbling of the officers in the neighborhood where he lived.
"Taste potluck sir" bargained Qeena.
"This is Mba Qeena. Early in the morning has been cooked, there is capcay, empal meat same tempe mendoan.this is very intent" replied Mr. RT.
"We want to visit the old people, sir, tomorrow it is Ramadan. The contents of the stomach first, worried in the street jammed" said Dafi.
"Yes .emang so, the young ones there is courtesy to the house of the elder" replied Mr. RW.