Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 121

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Ibra looked at the laborers working before her eyes. There are those who lift mortar and sand, nail wood, paint the walls, install bricks and others.

Ibra approached one of the workers there.

"Excuse me" Ibra said politely.

The man who was stirring the cement quit his job and looked at Ibra. "Yes" he answered kindly. It looks like the worker is a little old, visible from his hair that is slightly bleached.

"I'm sorry, sir, do you still accept workers?" ask Ibra.

"Still, Son. We want to pursue the target time of completion. If you may know, who wants to work, son?" ask the worker.

Ibra smile. "I, sir," replied Ibra.

The worker looks at Ibra's appearance from above to below. Indeed Ibra only wears very ordinary clothes, knee-length shorts, black T-shirt and flip-flops. Don't forget the hat on his head to avoid the heat. But, judging from his face and body, the name of the rich man was still visible from the aura that emanated.

"Is this kid sure he wants to work here?" ask the worker to make sure.

Ibra nodded confidently. "Yes, sir," said Ibra.

"Yes already, then let's come with me inside. We meet the Chief foreman," the worker's father.

Ibra obediently nodded and followed the Worker into the unfinished house.

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This is where Ibra is now. Lifting mortar with buckets in both hands and given to other workers to install bricks.

"If work is careful, do not be too filled. Better a little but our work is good" said one of the workers advising Ibra who filled the bucket with a lot of cement mortar.

Instead of being angry, Ibra smiled and nodded. Really, Ibra sincerely did this all for the sake of her future. If Kevin, Alan and Agam knew about this, then Ibra might be laughed at by them.

Half a day had passed, and now Ibra sat with the other workers to rest.

"Don't bring lunch, Ibra?" ask one of the workers who already knew Ibra.

Ibra. "I didn't know lunch was brought alone. Is there no money to eat from the company?" ask Ibra.

"There's a ration for lunch. But let Saturday receive more money, so bring your own lunch. The workers here agreed that the lunch allowance be put into the salary" the worker replied.

So, those building porters receive a salary once a week, that is, on every Saturday.

O Allah, how heavy they are to receive money. Ibra miris.

"Em .. if I may know, who is the company that houses this housing?" ask Ibra.

"This housing company from Jakarta, if not wrong, Bratawijaya Group," the worker replied.

Ibra nodded her head hearing the familiar company name in her ears.

Alan company. Well, it turns out I work with my own friends. Inner Ibra pleased. A brilliant idea came to Ibra's mind.

After the rest period. The workers continued their work. Ibra who is not an expert in carpentry must work hard. Lifting bricks with carts, lifting sand and lifting water. His stamina was completely drained here. Lucky Ibra likes sports, so two are not easily tired. Sweat sweat soaked the shirt he used.

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Time has shown at five o'clock in the afternoon. That means the working time is done. Ibra wags the hat she uses to fan her hot body.

"I went home first, sir," Ibra told some of the workers who were still there.

"Yes, Ibra."

"Yes, I'm Ibra."

Some sayings from other workers answered the words of Ibra.

Not long after, Ibra's motorbike arrived in front of Dee's Shop. Ibra saw neither Al, Kina nor Dee. There was only Joni and the other employees inside the Shop. Ibra's feet stepped into the Shop and met Joni who was sitting down while noting the Shop's needs.

"Joni," call Ibra.

"Eh, Yes sir" replied Joni.

"Where are the bosses with the kids?" ask Ibra.

"Oh that, the same Boss Buk the children had gone with Mr. Adam," replied Joni.

"Sir Adam?" parrots Ibra.

Joni nodded. "Yes, Sir. Mr. Adam just got back from Turkey this morning, sir. And come straight here with Al sama Kina and Buk Bos, maybe walk sir. Because of Mr. Adam's habit of coming home from Turkey must have come straight here" Joni explained.

Ibra's feeling is already bad. Could it be that Dee already had another choice, other than her? Ibra asked herself.

As he was engrossed in his thoughts, the sound of a car came entering the grounds of Dee's house. The black Pajero Sport has stopped there.

"Well, that's them coming home, sir," Joni pointed to the car.

Ibra. The first thing she saw was her woman getting out of the car in a very pretty robe and adhering beautifully to Dee's body. After that, a handsome man with a middle eastern face descended from the car with Kina asleep in her carriage.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Dee said entering the store.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied the employees, including Ibra.

"Abang take Kina in directly, yes, Yang" said Adam who stood next to Dee.

DEG

Ibra's heart is beating fast. His body was limp hearing the man calling Dee Yang.

Dee smiled and nodded to Adam. After that Adam left the Shop and took Kina home.

"Back the streets, Buk Boss?" ask Joni to Dee.

"Udah, Joni," Dee replied smilingly to Joni.

Ibra just silently looked at Dee with an indescribable look. Until Al's voice turned away Ibra's eyes.

"Come here?" tanya Al just got out of the car.

Ibra looked at Al who looked handsome in his kurta shirt. "Yes, son," replied Ibra.

"Not going home yet?" tanya Dee offers Ibra. He was still very confused as to what Ibra called.

Ibra smiled wryly at how Dee was behaving to him. Not cold, but awkward. Ibra was eager to stop by and drink tea made by Dee to relieve his fatigue. But seeing there was another man, somehow his spirit just disappeared.

Ibra shakes her head to reject Dee's offer. He just kept looking at Dee's sweet face.

"Then I go home first. Let's Joni" said Dee pamit.

Joni and Ibra nod their heads in agreement with Dee.

"The roads are exciting, Boy?" ask Ibra to Al.

"Seru, Abi," replied Al.

Al told me enthusiastically about his walk today. Sometimes the boy seems to laugh with Joni who responds to Al's story. Ibra was silent and smiled occasionally. Given how Adam and Dee got out of the car, they look like a mismatched couple. Moreover, Adam called Dee with a Yang call. There is a sense of insecurity in Ibra because of all this.

Oh God, strengthen my heart. It's nothing with my children's wounds and tears. Ibra encouraged herself.

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Who was Adam, huh?? Gough deg-degan 🤭