Buying Wife

part#39

The Cake Putu always smiled at what time I was with him. I don't know, that name just sticks around. Every time I see or remember him, I no longer call him Aldo. She was like a cake. Sweetness is bland and noisy. But a lot of people like. Sticky even though he's a conglomerate.

He stood leaning his body against the door of the black car he always carried. The car that I used to complain to Pak Putra because the number of passengers that can be transported is only two people.

I breathed when I approached him.

"Did you change my name on your phone?"

"No, Sir."

"What?"

"Yaaa, you. Why is the question strange."

"Get's try formal."

"It's not formal but colossal. It's old age."

"Yes, anyway. Yuk, we're leaving."

"I'm only here last night, I haven't done a job. Not ah! I work first, it's out it can go. Where the hell are you going anyway?"

"This is also part of the work. Kanter boss's son eat."

"DO NOT WANT!"

"Sweet if it's that way again."

Well, my head starts to twitch if he's been crushed like this. Like I had to dodge immediately so as not to faint against him who was that rancid.

"Mba Mahira." The voice of someone suddenly came greeting from behind. I'm turning.

"Eh, Mba Kay."

"So we're going around the foundation?"

"Yes, wait a minute. I have to wait until the cake goes."

"Putu's cake?"

"Ah, no. I mean it ... fight. Mba Kay can wait for me inside. I'll be there."

"Yes, okay. Come on, Mas."

Aldo smiled slightly and moved his head slowly. She why? his attitude is very different.

"This thing is. Piye toh jal?" He scratched his head violently.

"Would you come with me around see the parlour?"

I guessed it. He smiled at the horse again. Without rejection. He walked quickly with his Pepsodent smile that never disappeared. Forgive me!

I walked over to Mba Kaysha who was waiting in Joglo. He smiled when we arrived.

"Yeah, Mba."

We walked down the Bu Ranti Foundation. The first thing we went to was the staff room here. Room to room I entered, acquainted with those who happened to exist. The rest are working on taking care of orphans and the elderly.

After that, I was invited to see the rooms of the children who lived here. Unlike the other orphanages that I often see in the movies, it's messy and seedy. It's so different. Neat, fragrant and organized. They sleep on a decent and nice bed.

Then there is also the toddler and baby room. Really funny. The walls are decorated with a variety of cute and beautiful characters. Many dolls and toys are specific to toddler age children. There is also a milk rack and milk bottle located at the end of the room. Clean and neat. There is a wardrobe and diapers there as well. Complete, just like the nursery of rich kids.

I got to know the officers there. Joked with some very cute toddlers. I don't think, why are they just thrown away? from here I am grateful because even though I am not dear, I am not banished.

"We're going to the elderly room, yeah."

"Yes, Mba."

A little far from the toddler's room. Because of the obstruction of the garden and also some other rooms. Office space, administration, finance and so on.

"God, Den Aldo tumben come around. I haven't stopped by in a long time" said someone as soon as they saw Aldo. I looked at Aldo. Again he just smiled insistingly. I scowled at the hand also put in a pants pocket, whereas the one who greeted him was a full-fledged woman.

I glare. He signaled for her to take out her hand. Doubtful, but he wants to.

"Mba Kay, who is this? it's so pretty."

"He's my future wife, Grandma."

"Oh, it fits. One is beautiful and the other is handsome. Grandma pray that you'll always be happy."

"Mba Kay, will Laila be angry?"

"He he he. I don't know, Grandma. We'll see, yeah. Where's grandma going?"

"Here, grandma is going ahead. I want to meet ningsih. Long time no see."

"Oh, yes. Be careful, Grandma."

The old woman smiled as she waved her hand at us. I glanced at Aldo cynically with the corners of his lips raised slightly. He replied by sticking out his tongue. Sledding!

"Who is that, Mba Kay?"

"He's Official Nek. Ningsih is one of the children of the orphanage he loved. It was like my own grandson, he said. Yesterday Nek Officially got sick, so didn't meet Ningsih."

"Oh, that's how it looks." I'm mangosteen.

"If Laila? who'swhat? why is he angry? to who?"

Many questions were not answered. Mba Kaysha just smiled glancing at Aldo who was behind. As soon as I took a glance, he was acting pretty cool. Tidying his front hair while whistling small.

After a few minutes of walking, we finally arrived at the nursing room. Yes, you know for yourself how it is. They're all grandmothers. Not all are old and old.

My eyes were fixed on one of the Grandmas whose bed lay at the very end. He is different from the others. Fashionable.

The grandmother was dressing up, humming what I didn't know was the song. We approached him.

"Nr ..." Slowly Mba Kaysha greeted him. Grandma looked at us. He who seemed to be about to answer Mba Kaysha's greeting, his mouth stopped as soon as he looked at me. His eyes were cynical full of search. Intense looked at me from top to bottom. I felt uncomfortable, afraid he was disturbed.

"Oma, why is it so beautiful today? someone must have been waiting in front. Turns out she knew that Oma was very pretty and fragrant today." Mba Kaysha praises and jokes whether it's taunting or whatever.

When I wanted to ask Aldo, I was surprised because he was not behind. My head was looking for him.

"Masa? he hadn't come here for a long time, it turns out that he's here today. Kay, I've been perfumed yet? how's the lipstick I'm wearing, what's less red?"

"Oma is beautiful, pol. Udah gih, do not overdone his makeup, later his father hunted angry."

"Ah, yes. Yes, I got out first. Got to spit it out, afraid he's licking."

The move he said was a prick, was beyond reality. Age has drained his energy. Me and Mba Kaysha who followed from behind also stepped into the rhythm. If only I could, I would have just carried this Grandma. Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi

My surprise wasn't over when we got outside the room. I saw Aldo standing with a flower. The exact same flower grew next to him.

"Yesn ...."

My eyes almost jumped out as soon as this Grandma splashed in Aldo's arms. There is no rejection. Aldo welcomed her warmly and lovingly. He also gave the flower to Grandma.The wrinkled face looked happy.

The cheers from the elderly here sounded boisterous. They laugh with applause. Their distinctive voices make me laugh. I couldn't stop my laughter when I saw the funny wrinkled, toothless faces of the elderly. O God, none of your creations are imperfect. Those who are banished, it is perfect to remove the suffering in my heart. Masha Allah. Allahuahbar.

"Mba Mahira, I'm going to the bathroom for a bit. It's okay I stay."

"Yes, Mba. Please."

As soon as Mba Kaysha left, I decided to follow Aldo and Nek Laila. I was really wondering what the cake would do to her. That rascal, what can he do to Grandma?

I sat on a park bench, not far from Aldo and Nek Laila. They were sitting under a covered stretch of green grass. Aldo looks painstakingly invites Nek Laila to talk. Sometimes they whisper and laugh together. Uh! I really want to know what they're talking about.

Aldo stood up and sat opposite Nek Laila. He held Grandma's hand.

"I'm fascinated, I'm fascinated, looking at your sweet face." Aldo sang the song in front of Nek Laila, though his eyes were on me. I know, he sang that song for me. I glared at him. She smiles. A different smile this time. Not a whimper but ....

Meanwhile, Nek Laila's laughter was so loud because of the song Aldo was singing. Exactly like ABG who is going to ge-eran. ABG version of the past.

"Mba Mahira's. Sorry, I waited a long time."

I immediately turned my eyes to Mba Kaysha. "No, really. I'm snick here. So don't feel like waiting for long."

"We're going to the kitchen yuk."

"Yes, okay."

I'm standing. While chatting away leaving Aldo and Nek Laila. Before this step got any further, there was no push from where my head turned back.

I felt clumsy as soon as the gazes of me and Aldo met. He smiled back. A meaningful smile that I don't want to understand even though I know the meaning behind it all.

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