Hold on or let go!

The Eps 80

Lek Sarman's car is already in front of the 'warung'. Please, do not shadow the stalls we mean like warteg or warsun. More precisely a dining house with several chairs that stretch from end to end. Also available in regular service up to VIP.

A restaurant? Not really! Because it is smaller when called a restaurant. Why do we call it a shop? Because long ago, it was my father who taught me that. There's been a lot of changes to our stalls since dad didn't exist. One of them, there is a saung facing directly with a beautiful mountain view. I live in his village? Not particularly. Because my city is close to a mountain that is widely used for recreation.

"Lek, a lot has changed?", asked me when I first got out of the car.

"And there is an idea from you too!", replied Lek Sarman. I nodded thinly, then followed her who entered the stall. The condition of the stalls is quite crowded. School children may have a long holiday.

"Bia!", someone screamed my name. Who else if open lek Dar, his wife lek Sarman.

"Lek Dar!", I hugged his stock.

"Piye news e nduk?", asked Lek Dar.

"My epoch???", asked me to squint my eyes.

Lek Dar patted my stomach, though it didn't hurt but I complained. The bay!

"It's serious! Mr. Suharto asked richly!", said Lek Dar manyun.

"By the way Iki wetengku mbok yao no need in antemi toh Lek. Sakne kie my son!"

(belly, beat, kasian)

"Toh koe nduk? Tenane???"

I'm nodding. Both of my teachers also gave thanks.

"Wes is now eating Yo, let the baby's grandpa be lame!" said Lek Dar.

"Come on!", I said. I also walked along to the kitchen following Lek Sarman who had already walked into the kitchen. I ate my lunch which was actually over the clock.

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[Mas, I've arrived, but I can't go straight there? Want to stop by the restaurant that again hits mas. I want to review that food!] said William.

[You know, what's the point here? How do you want to blog?] ask someone across there.

[take a water dive!], replied William.

[Feeding stalls HS mas. You know]

William thought, You should know!

[Udah Deket also did not come back here first]

[Wes is the mas. I want to eat first] the connection is directly turned off.

William called the waiter to order food. Unfortunately, everyone is busy.

I just finished eating, seeing the condition of my stall is quite crowded. All are overwhelmed to serve visitors to the stall, no exception lek Sarman and lek Dar. I who feel bad, after washing my food marks also rose and headed forward. I noticed that someone did not seem to have ordered the food.

"Sore mas, can be helped want what message?", asked me kindly while carrying a small note.

The man looked up his head.

"Bia?", said gleefully. I'm pulling my head back.

Well, isn't this the same guy I was on the train?

"Eh, yeah. William?", asked me who was a little surprised.

"You here apparently?", asked William without fading his smile.

"Heu, what message do you want? Sorry, our waiters are all busy. Isn't there anything about my same message?"

"That's nothing Bi. If you can even eat!" said William. I let out a breath. Slowly shaking my head.

"Sorry, what message would you like? Let's pick up some chips in masakin with our chef."

"Eum, what menu is there? What's the best seller here?"

I put the menu in front of him.

"God willing best seller all mas."

William smiled sweetly. He returned the menu to me.

"I believe in you, order all the best sellers. What matters is your choice."

"You want to spend how many servings? Indeed nampung?", asku. William was chuckling.

"Yes already, two menus each one portion. Drink his seger and another of the others. After that, can't you go eat me?"

I'm not hinting at his weightless words.

"Please wait for me. Excuse me!", I resigned from William's presence.

My phone's ringing, from Alby of course. But I turned off the call. Then I deactivated my phone.

"Mba, this is table order number twelve!", I said handing over my list of notes.

"Mba, that recipe was delicious yesterday. Let it be simple but really. It fits on the tongue!", said one of the chefs.

"Alhamdulillah if you like mah. But that's a lot of people using that recipe."

"But the evidence is best seller mba."

"Hehehe is good at that. It's just food, isn't it? I go home first! Tired!"

"Yes mba Bia. Have a good rest!", answered my three young chefs. But still, there have been two senior chefs since the stand of this stall. They are both friends of my father.

I took my bag and a paper bag containing my dirty clothes. I passed the twelve table where William was sitting. But now he's not alone. There was a man in uniform who was the employee of the village hall. And also the responsible teenager who was beside him.

I didn't say hello to William, but I wasn't friends, I just knew him. Unfortunately when I passed it, he called me.

"Bia?!", call William. I don't want to stop my steps. I turned around with a man and a teenager who was with William.

"Mba Bia!", call the boy and come closer to me.

"Esa?", I asked back.

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"By, where hasn't my son been home all night?", Mak asked alby. Instead of being answered, Alby completes the direct to his room. It was certain, Silvy and Tama would judge him as usual. For him, there is currently nothing more frightening than losing Bia.

Titin stroked his chest. Mila tea behind Titin rubbed Titin's shoulder.

"Maybe Alby's got a lot to think about."

"But all this time, Alby never once ignored me Mil. He was angry with me. All that Alby experienced because of my mistakes in the past. Alby, Bia and Silvy are Mil's victims."

Titin sobbed on the kitchen bench.

"Don't think so ma'am. God willing, Alby is a good boy. Maybe right now, Alby's gonna need some time alone."

Titin nodded while greeting her tears.

On the other hand, Alby directly entered his room.

"Hubby, where did you sleep last night? I can't call you. Why are you?", Silvy approached Alby.

"It's none of your business!", replied Alby flatly.

"How is it none of my business, you are my husband!" said Silvy.

"Other thing you want huh! Even because of you and your papa, I almost lost Bia!" said Alby. Alby is not Alby.

Silvy staggered slightly to his bed.

"I mean, Bia went to see you? Nice dong!", said Silvy casually. But Alby stared intently at his second wife.

"Suppose your mouth!"

"How did you get so rude?", Silvy complained.

"Yes, this is me. Men who have no self-respect. The man you and your papa bought!", point Alby in Silvy's face.

Silvy was slightly stunned by the bravery that Alby had.

"You want to complain to your papa? Please! I don't care about anyone anymore! Just Bia! Bia's the only one I care about!"

Brakk!!!

Alby slammed the bathroom door pretty hard. The sound of the door slamming made Silvy a little surprised. He really did not expect if alby who had been known to be calm and quiet and obedient, now turned into a hot-tempered man.

It turns out that her pregnancy is still not enough to make Alby a little attention to Silvy. It's getting away!

Silvy had to tell his dad that Alby wasn't Alby like he was before. There has to be something else that ties Alby into submission like he used to.

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Who else is William??? Too many people???

If anyone still wants the name 'Esa' ever nongol in the episode before2nya surely know dong who the same William???

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