A Friend from Malaysia

Introducing Yuri and Sonia

Yola looked at Yuri and Sonia alternately. A window? What does Sonia mean?

"Sir, have you eaten yet? We eat together yuk?" take Yola to the housekeeper.

Although curious Yola seems not too interested to mingle with Yuri or Sonia. In Yola's mind of course the two knew each other. Do not both have a relationship with Mr. Y's? If Yuri is clearly Mr.'s adopted son. Y aka Lucas, opposite Sonia, isn't he the liaison between the Nirwan family and Mr. Y's?

So it is not impossible if the two know each other before. Maybe that's why Yuri looks pale. Didn't expect to meet Sonia at the Nirwan family home. Ah, later if Yuri had left then Yola discussed it with Inspiration.

"Babbergan-barrel?" Art's aunt is a little confused. That vocabulary was foreign to him.

"Yola means together, Uncle!" sahut Ilham heard their conversation.

Having an Indonesian wife certainly makes Ilham gradually understand the Indonesian language both raw and slang that is often used Yola everyday. Even on her.

"Oh like that? Emm ..." The aunt seemed to think for a moment but she stroked Yola's arm. "I don't think about saye, Mum. Saye can eat alone, take care of Miss Sonia. Ms. Yola eats only a lot so that the baby in the stomach can grow well. Saye can hold onto?"

The ART asked if she could hold Yola's stomach which Yola immediately responded to nodding.

"By, Aunt."

The aunt also stroked the stomach of Yola who had now dammed can not be covered it anymore.

"It won't be long before this little young master Nirwan appears. This is the female? Or men?" tanya Makcik ART's.

"Not yet, Uncle. My brother and I haven't checked yet" Yola replied.

The ART chip is stroking the other part of the stomach again. She and Yola both laughed as they felt the part of the stomach held by the auntie look pulsating.

"Amboi, amboi seems to know that the aunt is greeting him," said the aunt was happy. "So he's a friendly slave later."

"Aamin, aamin O Allah," Yola replied no less pleased.

"Sort of unfriendly, daddy he was friendly," said Ilham chimed.

Yola rolled her eyes lazily in response to Ilham's woe making Ilham laugh at that expression.

"I'm not like the grumpy Mommy Die" continued Ilham.

Yola is glaring.

"Bah was grumpy, suke sulked too," he ledk while glancing mischievously at Yola.

"Yes, keep going, keep going! I think tonight's brother wants to sleep outside, right?" threaten Yola's.

Inspiration chuckled at the threat of the wife.

"Aiss, don't be like that, honey. Look at me, aunt! Not ape-ape, and threatened her husband. Don't let my son be like Mommy he is. The angry! Sulking!"

"Otherwise, if it doesn't look like me, who would it look like?" attack the fierce Yola while glancing at Sonia.

"Well, that's it. Just try to get angry. This brother was just joking. Let kite eat. Auntie! Let's go eat! Yuri jug!"

Inspiration realized the situation was starting to not benefit him. Yola's emotions change all the time like a roller coaster, sometimes up, sometimes down. Maybe later Yola will scratch and will spread again carrying Sonia in their quarrel.

"Ah, no suck. Let's go later ..."

"Don't refuse! Let me eat," Invite Ilham while wrapping his hand to the shoulder of the ART aunt.

The attitude of Ilham and the Nirwan family who always consider the people who work on them as their own family is worth a thumbs up. Especially for domestic assistants, drivers, gardeners and who become people who always interact with them every day.

"Ah wait a moment! If that's how I take Mrs Sonia to the room first," replied ART was powerless to refuse the request of Inspiration.

"It's okay, Uncle. Take her to eat with us" Yola replied pointing to Sonia.

Inspiration also glared at Yola. He doesn't understand what Yola really means. Don't tell me Yola wants to make Sonia jealous. Inspiration would not agree on such an idea.

"It's okay, brother. Pity Sonia in the room continues. We'll have him eat together once in a while." Yola still insisted.

Now Yola turned back Sonia's wheelchair to face the kitchen and pushed her to the dining table.

"Come, Yuri!" bring Yola.

Yuri who had been silent more, only fared as Yola increasingly emphasized her calling.

"Come, here!"

Inevitably Yuri was forced to follow him. So far they are at the same dining table. Even Sonia was beside Yola at the moment.

"Sir, can you please help me prepare vegetables and chili from the refrigerator?" pinta Yola's. "It's not good to eat only doank chicken. Put on some rice too, Auntie! I'm Indonesian!"

Inspiration scrunched his forehead.

"Come to the Indonesians. Ape people again?" ilham Cibir.

"I mean that brother, the habit of the Indonesian people, eating grass can be said to eat if you have not eaten rice!" yola explained.

"It's like that here too. Tak de beza's. Just the same. My brother is not full if he has not used rice. This is not only happening in Indolah. Kat malay juge same je," replied Ilham.

"Who, heh. I don't want to lose, I like to follow along. Try to do that!" cibir Yola's.

The small debate between the husband and wife seemed to have no effect on Sonia. Ever since she began preaching Inspiration for Yola, she had learned to try to accept that the happiness of Inspiration was indeed with Yola. It wasn't the first time Sonia had seen the two of them in this kind of intimacy. He even caught Ilham who was passionate about making out Yola in the garden behind the house.

"Abang, not here! Iss, there's a little! If anyone sees how? Abaaa! Mending brother did not have to come here earlier, I came here to relax you know, do not want this!" elak Yola at that time.

Yes, at that time Sonia was on the other side of the park, was sunbathed in the morning sun by the household assistant of the Nirwan family. Maybe both of them are on vacation working and relaxing in Zubaidah's backyard filled with flowers. Ah, if he was still the Sonia who used to be sure he would come to Yola and claw the face of his rival mercilessly. But Sonia is now conscious like anything, no matter how she wishes to have Inspiration, until at any time the man's heart will never be hers. Inspiration would never treat her the same as her treatment of Yola.

But what was in his weak mind right now was, who was that woman? He was sure the person was the same person he saw the day Atok died. Why did he enter through the window of his room? Is that woman Ilham and Yola's officemate? Why through the window?

The question was repeated just like that by Sonia in her mind.

"Oh yeah, Yuri, you and Sonia know each other huh?" ask Yola suddenly.

"Huhuh?" Yuri did not expect that Yola would suddenly throw that question to the point at him.

What does Yola mean? Does that mean Yola is suspecting him right now?

"Sonia's? Who?"

Yuri pretended to be confused. Of course he knows who Sonia is, even though they had never met before he was assigned Lucas to Kuala Lumpur.

"Sonia's first wife brother uh, ex-wife means. Here goes! Get acquainted!"

Yuri looked at Yola despite not understanding the woman's intention and purpose.

"Hi, I'm Yuri! It's nice to meet you. By the way the real Yola, she's the old wife bang Ilham?"

"I told you once, like," replied Yola Ketus. Lazy with the pretense Yuri showed.

"Sonia, I mean Brother Sonia, this is my friend Yuri. He's from Indonesia. He's Mr. Lucas' adopted son. Know him, don't you? He I mean Mr. Lucas is the same person as Mr. Y ..."

The deg!

This time it was Sonia who looked pale.

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Sorry about the old update. How it goes after this. Stay in the pantengin anyway.