His wife, Mr Guru ?
Remedial
Just as Shania was off her bike, Arka came out of the kitchen.
"Sorry I was busy Al, "Alya who was still watching the entrance where Shania came out, turned her head.
"Ah no matter what mas, sorry just now Alya see girl. Do you know him ? " ask Alya, making Arka frown.
"Sweet, she's beautiful, but little darling is married. She said she came here to eat for her husband. Very sweet yes ! sorry Alya did not bring anything to the mas, "he said, feeling defeated by the boy.
"It's okay that I ate just now, " replied Arka. Surely eat the provisions that Shania brought.
"What did you want to say ?" alya asked, Arka's throat was so choked, as if she had not been able to say it to Alya.
"Did Alya say yes?" ask her.
"Oh yes please, last first !" arka replied letting Alya talk first, while he arranged his heart first for various possibilities.
"Mas, yesterday the father asked.when did I go home to lamar Alya. Is Alya's proposal still valid ? I'm still waiting for Alya, right?" Like getting lost at a crossroads and not knowing the way home. Arka was immediately ambiguous not knowing what to say, which clearly he wanted to get out of the navel that hurt all over his body.
Seeing the sparkling face of Alya and the crowd of visitors he could not talk about here, there Alya will cry in front of everyone and make a scene in the cafe which is crowded during lunch.
"Emh, we'll talk about it again. Have you eaten ?" asked Arka, Alya shook her head.
"You so I ordered and then ate, sorry I am still busy Al, later we talk again, " replied Arka, does not this mean Arka just stalling time, but, while the time bomb continues to lurk preparing to explode at any time, it is not impossible to mean Alya the woman who was Shania.
"Yes, I'm sorry Alya disturbed ya !"
Arka went into his room, leaned his head against the chair, not how long Dimas entered.
"Ka ! why don't you talk about that girl Shania ! I'm a rich man be*go likes the same bini guy !" face Moist Dimas turbid.
"Gue was willing to talk at that time, but Shania herself confessed to my student's son, Dim !" answer Arka.
"Then what now ? how is your relationship with Alya ? Alya comes here almost every day, Ka !" dimas said he looked upset.
"I'll decide Alya, " replied Arka.
Long Dimas speechless, "gue hope loe's decision matches the contents of your heart, Ka. If you prefer Shania, you should be able to accept her, never hurt her. Finally my love ran aground again before it developed" Dimas replied then he left the room.
As usual, Shania did not go straight home. He even stopped by the security guard post, if it is afternoon to this afternoon, it is certain that Mas Edi passed in front of the complex, the bus was quite good, the price was fairly changeable, fitting for his bag that was blooming.
Sure enough, the two middle-aged men were chatting about fishing, with a pack of Slamets accompanied by a glass of instant black coffee that was half a glass he drank.
"Eh, neng Shania !"
"Mas, Shania wants a regular rich bass, no noodles !"
"Abis where's neng ?" ask Mr. Slamet the complex security guard.
"Abis was eating lunch for Pak Arka, "pack Slamet and mas Edi very know, if Shania is the wife of Arka, if she is the wife of Arka, it's just that they did not expect at a young age Shania had married a mature man, if said by accident, it is impossible because until now Shania's stomach was flat, not being filled.
"This is neng, one serving of baso without noodles, just use sambel aja for neng Sha !" mas Edi handed him a bowl of baso is still hot, it is visible from the puff of smoke coming out of the baso.
"Sir Slamet wants to ?!" tawar Shania's.
He shook his head, "still full as lunch, thank you, neng." he replied. Although different in age, it does not make a barrier for Shania to listen to the chatter dimeh pak Slamet and mas Edi, because most of their chatter contains kelakar kocak that shakes the stomach, and, with the occasional pack of Slamet and mas Edi lit his cigarette.
"Bu Astuti hasn't come home yet ?" ask mr. Slamet.
"No sir, I'm still in Surabaya. He said his pakde Pak Arka was sick, " replied Shania finishing her last bribe.
"Means at home alone, neng ?" ask Edi.
"Oh yes, where did Atun go, ko ga look ?!" ask mr. Slamet.
"Anak bi Atun is sick sir, kasian bi Atun already no man.jadya his son is taken care of with his family in the village, "
"When is neng back ?!" ask mr. Slamet.
"It's not wrong for a week, he said, "Shania replied, remembering.
"Mas, this is the same money as the bowl. At 3 o'clock, Shania comes home first ! mr. Slamet, mas Edi, Shania said yes ?!"
"Oh yes neng, heart of heart.kalo what is it mah, just run here !" seloroh pak Slamet's.
"Ready 86 !" Shania restarts her motorbike which is only a few meters away.
He turned the key and went into the house, forgetting that he had not cleaned up the mess he had made in the kitchen.
"All you guys, I haven't had a shower yet, it's done right !" starting from the kitchen, living room, dining table, living room he finished. About 2 hours less he struggled with a broom, mop wipe, and a duster. The body feels sticky and dirty.
"It turns out to be bi Atun cape too yes !" muttered. He grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. Since the departure of her mother-in-law yesterday, Shania has always held back her sleepiness during the day, so that she can rapelkan drowsiness at night, although still, she can only sleep at half 12, at least there's progress. Now he must be independent, can not hang everything on the people around him, especially he is tired of always diomeli Arka, his ears are swollen and shrivelled.
Arka's car was heard from the front page, as a good wife based on information from the search engine should his wife welcome the arrival of her husband, providing his drink. And that's what Shania would do.
"Sore sir !" Shania extended her hand to Arka. Suddenly Arka frowned, "what ? money?" ask her.
"Isa ! it's not !" the strangeness.
"I mean, the bag..here would Shania Bawain ga ?" ask her. Arka berohria, "tumben, what wind?"
"What's up, just dutiful !" he replied, but Arka laughed sneered, it could be that this little s3tan is being sweet, if this is his way of seducing him to be allowed to attend basketball games.
"Get it, I can do it myself."
"Ck, assisted sincerely do not want, yes already. The rich part of the house has diamonds, "the lips are mocked.
"In the dalem there's your chemical value !" answer Arka.
"How much sir ? checked out ?!" Shania enthusiastic.
"Partially, " replied Arka.
"Keep the result ?!" ask Shania.
"Bad works !" from Arka's answer, Shania already knows if she will follow the remedial tomorrow. His face was moody, he even dragged his feet towards the room after giving a glass of water to Arka.
Arka saw the gloomy face of Shania, as much as the girl wanted to follow the match. Arka grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom, he then re-assessed a class of Shania, Shania did not forget to give up her homemade coffee for Arka, because the routine task this time increased.
"Where are you going ?!" ask Arka.
"You learn, fear tomorrow when it gets red again, "he replied lazily.
"Now, the grating that you must memorize, do not get red again ! your value is only a little less than the limit of kkm, "answer Arka handed over the results of the Shania replies which are worth 60 while kkm 75.
At least Shania has a reference for him to study, tonight he must really memorize so that tomorrow can do a good replay. After Shania died, Arka remembered the incident at the cafe. Sooner or later, both Shania and Alya will know. Arka must talk about it so that there will be no misunderstanding later.
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