BABE JADULKU

The Part 11

Scroll Bang Parlin, he was seen still trying to hold back the laughter. Unexpectedly this quiet husband can also joke, his joke is also not half-hearted, Ngepet. What am I gonna say again? This brother-in-law seems serious, pity also my brother-in-law, my brother is famous debtors, even our late father has often been in debt. All for the lifestyle. They install houses in areas classified as elite, eventually they become in debt. Her husband works as a security, while my brother used to be an honorary teacher, but now does not want to teach anymore because he never ascended to ASN. "I'm desperate, Parlin, not knowing how else, even if the inheritance is still lacking to pay the debt. Starting from cooperatives, to pinjol," said my brother-in-law again. I kept staring at Bang Parlin, waiting for what he was going to say, he just looked at me back, I lifted both shoulders and opened both hands of the sign up. Is Bang Parlin going to be honest? Or did he keep his joke going? "It's not really a punch, Bang, it's a pedet" said the husband. "Pedette? that means that calf?" "Yes, Bang, a cow can make a lot of money" replied the husband. While I continued to listen to their conversation, I only found out that the pedet was a calf. "How is it?" ask Brother-in-law. "Yes, it's easy, keep ten pedet cows, in a year your debt can be paid off," said the husband. "Can't that be it?" "Yes, can it be, the pedet capital is only about five million one tail, Brother raised for more than a year, can already be sold sixteen million. Good thing eleven million one cow, ten times already one hundred and ten million, the debt is not that big right?" husband says. My brother-in-law nodded his head, in my heart praising my husband. He could also find a solution. Sneak him into a pedet. "But I work, Parlin, anyways where there is capital," said my brother-in-law again. "No insulting intent yes, Bang, but the work of the security guard is difficult to increase, ten years most work brother became the head of the security guard, still eating salary, if the pedet in ten years Abang can pay people, you can pay people, continue to adjust income to wants and needs, for example, a salary of only four million, ngicil two million and a half, it is the same as tying the rope to our necks," said the husband again. I'm back in the mangosteen, I didn't think this old man could talk like this. Villagers who used to wrestle with grass suddenly became advisors. "But it's been credited, seven more years paid off," said Brother-in-law. "Sell it, the money pay all the debt, the rest for the pedet, about the land I can find," said the husband. "In seven years you can buy a house more than that, do not bother thinking about debt," continued the husband again. "Thank you, Parlin, this conversation really opened my eyes, honestly, I've been tormented by this security guard job, thinking of the mounting debt" said the brother-in-law while greeting my husband. After the brother came home, I looked at the husband with a full view of the search, whether possessed by this husband, suddenly could be a great motivator. "What's the look, Dek?" "It's still Bang Parlindungan Siregar right?" I said as I brought the face closer to his face. "No, it's Ardi Bakrie her husband Nia Ramadani" the husband said, raising his eyebrows. "Abang makes you anxious," I said, pinching her cheeks. We spent the night with jokes and laughter, so I forgot my sadness that Dad had just left. Remembering the late father's last message, he told us to get along well, Jan envied each other. But it seems heavy. You would be jealous if you knew my husband was a billionaire. Of all the brothers, I only fit in with Ria, my younger sister. Only he would defend me if he deflected another brother. The next day we went to the old man's house, having previously disbursed three hundred million dollars, to pay for the house. There was a third birthday event the next night, of course we would cook. While we were busy in the kitchen, my sister came, her husband didn't come, she was late maybe, but once she came, instead of helping, she got angry at Bang Parlin. "Hey, Parlin, what are you my husband, you who are unemployed you invite people to work, because you don't want him to work again, he has submitted a letter of resignation," my brother said. "No kuapain, brother, he asked to be taught the pedet," replied the husband. "Pedette? what the hell," the elder brother-in-law of the eldest brother spoke. "The method is mopping, how to get money," I replied. My brothers looked puzzled, my sister pulled my hand away from the crowd. "Nia, your brother immediately changed, he did not want to work, the house also wanted him to sell over credit, wanted to move to the village he said, when I told him to go to your house to learn to mop, even stop working,"

"Just obey what your brother says, if he sells the house, let it be, rather than a life of unease" I said. "I will be a villager" said the elder brother, his countenance looking sad. "The people of the village are nothing to be ashamed of, Sis, I have been there, the noblest work of the peasants," I said. "Come, Nia, your brother threatened to divorce me if I didn't comply" said the older brother. Dih, it turns out to be so serious my brother-in-law. Bang Parlin's words actually opened his eyes. In the evening when tahlilan was held, a drizzling rain fell, for what reason, people who used to read prayers did not come. There were four people who used to bring prayers, but no one happened to come. The guests told each other, no one read the prayer and a man said. "Our house has no one to come, so to read the prayer should be the host" said the man. All eyes then turned to my brother, as the older he was we hoped to bring prayer, but he instead insulted my sister, my sister told her again. No one turns out my family can read prayer, unfortunately we. But the husband saved our face, he grabbed the microphone, and began to recite prayers. Yes, God, it turns out my husband can, his voice is also melodious. I can't believe, I really don't expect, it turns out that behind his goblet hair he keeps a brilliant brain. I cried when the husband mentioned the name of the father in his prayer. Brother Gobel, you always make me melt.

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