CALL ME MAS!

Responsible And Faithful

The room with white wall paint looks faded and still empty without any items in the room. Room window with floral motifs carve with white paint.

The glass looks dull due to dust and a little spider web that looks hanging on the side of the iron trellis. Even the curtain cloth measuring 65×150 with a cartoon doraemon looks messy and moldy.

"Can't we nego anymore?" Pras asked a mother who was about 45 years old.

"I can subtract 500 thousand from the price in the ad." Answer the house owner.

A bespectacled young mother who looks to wear a suit that is quite fashionable, because she also just came home from work.

"I like this house. If I pay now, can I directly occupy this house?" Ask Pras.

"Yes, you can just fill it. You must have read in the ad about the description and details of this house. I only rent for the year." said the mother plainly.

"Yes, I read it. I will pay soon." Pras said.

Type 36 house with a land area of about 72 square meters, there are two rooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen. Carport is enough for one car and motorbike, also a little backyard to dry clothes. The front yard has red shoots and black white natural stone neatly arranged.

It's been five months this house is empty and it's the second year this house has been rented. The building is quite good and still sturdy, there is already a fence and canopy carport looks minimalist.

From the outside, the fence wall is visible with old ash color paint and the front wall of the house is also a blend of light and white ash. Iron turnstile with modern minimalist model painted in black.

After lunch with his wife, Evan and Ghea, Pras returned to the office, and the three of them went to Restu's grandfather's house. Pras returned to work and around four in the afternoon, Pras went home, then made an appointment with the owner of the house.

Pras who initially still chose in the application and there are several options that he saw, but after seeing directly, Pras did not think looking for another. In terms of price is also quite cheap compared to others and road access is not so far from the main highway.

"You can repaint or put up wallpaper. The contract for one year is already a deal. Hopefully comfortable and at home" said the mother of the owner of the house with a smile.

"Yes Miss Ella, thank you." Pras said with a smile.

Miss Ella's house is also not far from the house in Pras' contract. Still in the area, but different housing.

Puri Orchid Housing on Arjuna street Depok area. Pras has got the house keys, for electricity, water and everything is good.

Security also has security guards at the main gate of the housing. This housing consists of about fifty houses divided into four blocks.

Most importantly, the area is flood free. Pras only thought about that. Pras had asked the surrounding residents, before arriving at the housing.

After nightfall at the boarding house and his wife had arrived first.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Pras.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Mas" Britney replied by kissing her husband's hand.

Pras immediately hugged him "Honey, we will move soon" said Pras happily.

"Emmss.. Mas Pras." said Britney still hugging her husband.

Pras took off his arms and Britney asked Pras for his backpack, and Pras took off his shoes and jacket. It was almost eight o'clock, Pras was talking to the head of RT.

There is a Mushola and a garden that is not far from the house in Pras rent, even Pras already knows some of the residents of the housing, when praying congregation in the mosque.

"Honey, the house is pretty good. You can see it on my phone. Later stay repainted and buy the stuffing." said Pras, then he went to the bathroom.

Britney received her husband's cell phone, looking at a picture of the house. Britney smiled, and started thinking about what she should buy later.

Ciie.. tandem*Author cork.

"Mas, then tomorrow I immediately buy the furniture" said Britney and Pras looking at him with a smile.

"New tinsel painted first. I've got a handyman. At least three days the house is neat" Pras said.

"You've done it all yourself." Britney wrote in disappointment.

"Darling, I don't want you to be too tired." He said, but seeing his wife's pouting lips, Pras said "Yes... Your job is to buy furniture. You must know better, what to buy."

Britney smiled shyly, then she said. "Mas, from now on don't be so anymore, my money your money is just as good. Now there's only us."

"Yes, I gave up. Because my money's up too." Pras laughed at her heart and rubbed Britney's hair in a fit of anxiety.

Britney blushed in embarrassment, as Pras pulled herself to lean against her husband's chest.

"But for your basic needs, I'm still in charge." Pras explained.

"Emmss... Ok!! I'll ask you to shop every day. It seems, I have to be a housewife in order to be frugal" said Britney.

"Not so, baby, you cook on holiday. I don't want you to be tired. Moreover, we are both rarely at home" said Pras with anxiety, then pulled his wife's nose.

"Ohh.... Yes, yes, Bu'e was on the phone. The documents you saved yesterday?" ask Briney.

"Yes, it was a phone call, but it wasn't picked up. Miss'e call me." replied Britney.

"Pamela also chat, I've already replied."

His father yesterday gave a letter of introduction for Pras to move places and make family cards in Jakarta. Pras also thought that, will negotiate first with brother Ferdi.

"Mas, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

"I haven't had dinner either."

"Let's get out."

"Where?"

"To Junet's stall."

Pras and Britney are ready for the road and they're in the parking lot.

"Mas, why use that bike?"

"Indeed why? You don't want to?"

"No, but I'm scared."

Although it has been repaired, Britney is still traumatized by the old bike, remembering himself when he hit Pras.

Pras did not ride his old bike, finally the macho matic they drove.

They walked through the alley and out onto the highway.

"Mas, why is the old motor still in storage??Why not just sell it." Britney was curious, and hugged her husband tightly.

"No, that's the bike from my college days. I never throw away anything I love." Pras said.

"But I'm afraid to see you on that bike."

"Yes, you should know one thing. If it wasn't for that bike you hit, we wouldn't have gotten close."

It's true what her husband said, despite one office but Britney was never close to her employees. Likewise, employees keep their distance from their superiors.

It used to be that every Pras met Britney in an elevator or passed by in the canteen. They never knew. Just say hello if Pras is brave. Once an elevator alone, Pras just stayed and felt himself small. Britney also just looked, if the handsome man was only an employee of his office.

They arrived at the Junet stall, where Pras subscriptions every buy fried rice. Pras chose a special fried rice and Britney wanted to eat fried kwetiau.

"Mas, why do you love that bike?"

"Empx... The bike is like me. When I graduated High School and attended State University. I gave you the gift of the motorbike. So the bike is loyal to me, hot, rain, but batman remains faithful" Pras said.

Batman that Pras when calling the motor.

"I understand. You are according to your name. Prasetya, faithful man."

"Do you know what my name means?"

Britney shyly smiled "Find out on google."

"Haha... Ja.. I will be faithful to my wife."

"Should!! If you dare to fuck. Watch out."

"What do you want other than me?"

Britney doesn't answer and pulls her hand "Mas, let's go home."

Pras smiled with his wife's code and while paying to bang Junet, Pras also seemed seduced by the Junet bang.

"Mas.. The hibiscus!!"

"Yes, honey."