Friend Outrage

35. There's A Weird One

Not long, Clara immediately drove her car to go home. Occasionally he saw a cafe on the side of the road who was peddling their food. It seemed very evocative especially for Clara who had just returned from the office. But somehow his heart was like telling him to just go home tonight.

"Hhhm, I think more interesting home food. Especially if Inem's mbok is cooking." Clara begins to fantasize about what side dishes will be provided by mbok Inem her domestic assistant. Honestly Clara really likes the cuisine of mbok Inem. Whether because from childhood always cooked by him or because his own cuisine is not tasty, he does not know. But maybe the first choice is the most appropriate reason.

Mbok Inem or Clara often with mbok calls was one of Clara's nannies when she was a child. His closeness to Inem mbok who had taken care of him from childhood made him feel like he could not be far from him. Even after marriage he did not want if mbok Inem was not nearby. As a result he made Inem mbok as his assistant at home.

After driving her car down the night road, Clara finally arrived at the gate of her house. A second later a man dressed in white who was none other than his house security guard walked up to him.

"Night, non." Greet the man kindly.

"Night too, sir andi." Clara replied with a smile engraved on her face.

"I opened it for a moment, not the door." The man then passed back to the front of the gate with a slight run. He opened the gate for Clara's car to enter.

"Good thanks, sir." Clara immediately drove the car into her home area. Just about to park the car, Clara saw a car was parked neatly there. A happy smile emanated from Clara's face.

"Mas Ade's home?No, no ngabarin." In a bit of a hurry, Clara roasted her way into the house. But his footsteps stopped when he saw Inem was carrying a plate to the kitchen. "Night, mbok."

Clara greeted Inem briefly and kept walking towards his room. But just as he walked, a hand held back his steps.

"Night too, non." It turned out that the hand was Inem's mbok hand. I don't know since when Inem's mom was behind him, Clara doesn't know. Because at the time of greeting just now, the position of the two of them was quite far away.

"Non, don't you have dinner?!" Inem asked while releasing his handrails.

"Ah, yes. But I'm going to, uh,,"

"Mbok makes non tofu favorite dishes. Here we eat first." Mbok Inem cuts off Clara's words and immediately pushes Clara's body into the dining room.

"Non, baby if not eaten." mbok Inem continues to drag Clara's body into the dining room.

Arriving at the dining room, Inem's mom immediately led Clara to sit down and get a plate and spoon for Clara. He also took a piece of rice and some side dishes that were still on the table.

"Bok,," Clara said, stopping Inem's hand. "What's the matter, mbok?"

"Huh?! no, not really, non. There's no problem." Answer mbok Inem quickly and seem stiff. Clara who has been together for decades with mbok Inem immediately understood the idea mbok Inem is now hiding something from Clara.

"Seriously?!"

"I, that is, non. Why would you lie the same, non."

For a moment Clara was silent staring mbok Inem made the one who was stared at gulped his saliva with difficulty.

"OKAY. I believe it." said Clara stopped her gaze on Inem's mom. Meanwhile, mbok Inem heaved a sigh of relief hearing Clara's speech. "Oh yes, mbok. I'm gonna have a coffee. Can you make one for me?!"

"OK, soon, non." Reply mbok Inem spontaneously. He went straight to the kitchen to serve the coffee as per Clara's request.

"Hehehe, thank you, mbok."Clara only saw Inem's mbok without moving from where she was standing. It was only after Inem was not seen again, that Clara moved from there. With a little run, Clara headed to her room. He's been waiting for this. I met someone I miss so much lately.

But his footsteps became heavy when a few more steps reached the door of the room. Although it sounded faint, the sound from inside the room made his entire longing sense disappear into the wind just like that. Right in front of the door he pecked. The voice that was faint was now increasingly clear to hear.

"Money!" Someone shouted at him from behind.