Hold on or let go!

The eps 88

The morning greeted. Since yesterday, Lek Sarman has not greeted me at all. I was just chatting with Lek Dar. Yeah, lek Dar just told me to be patient. Lek Sarman is not the grumpy type. But once he was angry, like now. Do not talk, just face to face avoid.

Me and Lek Dar sat at the dinner table for breakfast. I still use lek Dar's negligee.

While Lek Sarman chose a coffee near the back door.

"Taken by Nduk. Don't just look at the rice!", said Lek Dar.

"Come on!", I said. But I just flip through the rice on my plate.

"Why? Not good?", asked Lek Dar. I'm shaking.

"Eum...Bia want to eat pecel Lek rice", I said softly.

"Owh.ya wis, you eat first. Lek make it up."

"Ngga Lek, Bia wants pecel rice that Deket Bia school used to."

Lek Dar who understood that his nephew was cravings was just smiling.

"You don't want to eat yes already, but in the tea. Later if the pecelnya rice stall is open to buy."

I'm down.

"Why again?"

I'm shaking. How do I tell you Lek Dar if Lek Sarman forbids me from his house. Yeah, to avoid Alby.

"Have you got a fist?", asked Lek Dar.

"Yes Lek."

"Later lek buyin. You're here!", it looks like Lek Dar knows that her husband forbade me from leaving this house.

"Ngga. Let me buy it!", heard the sound of Lek Sarman passing through us both. Lek Dar and I looked at.

Secretly lek Sarman heard the chatter between me and Lek Dar. Lek Dar smiled faintly.

"You saw, right? Your lek is angry with you. But he's angry because your lek loves you so much. He doesn't want you to get hurt."

I nodded and of course was moved. Although Lek Sarman was angry, he still noticed me.

"Thank you Lek. You guys are so sincere, love Bia."

"You're our son, too, Bia. So please, don't think about it and decide everything yourself. You still have us a place to share."

I'm nodding.

"You don't want breakfast yet, you've already snacked on something else."

"Yes lek."

"Lek stay in the stall first huh?"

"Yes lek!", I said again.

In about fifteen minutes, Lek Sarman had returned home with the rice pecel I wanted.

"Kie Sego pecel. Manganese ndang! Nek wants manganese opo, by the way'o ambi lek mu. Sakno your son's nek ga in follow sing mbok karepi."((This is pecelnya rice. Quick eat. If you want then what, say the same lek you. Your son's kasian if not obeyed what he wanted)

"Let's go. Suwon!"

(Yes lek. Thanks)

I also immediately ate the pecel rice that Lek Sarman bought. Either I'm hungry, or I want it. I eat voraciously like a man who just Nemu rice.

Sarman only watched his nephew eat voraciously even if it was just a simple side dish. Her chest throbbed as she recalled Alby hurting her beloved niece. He did not accept that Bia was wasted like that.

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"Meeting at nine o'clock is Alby!" said Marsha as she passed Alby's room.

"Yes Sha."

After that, they all gathered for breakfast.

"Sha, you made a reservation for a meeting, right?", asked Hartama.

"Already sir, last night I have contacted the Sahabat stall!", replied Marsha. Alby who was looking down suddenly looked up.

"Where is sha?", asked Alby.

"Warung Sahabat who again hits on IG is Mas!", replied Alby. Alby suddenly drowned. How could he have been there? Surely Lek Sarman will beat him again. Maybe the wound was nothing, but he was just afraid that his father-in-law knew Bia was here. It could endanger Bia, right? His in-laws could have been reckless with his wife.

"You have also contacted the branch children to meet directly there right?", asked Hartama again.

"Already sir. And they've also spent Anton's gourmand going straight to the location."

"Lurah Anton?", asked Alby again. Why was his stepfather Bia involved in this project? What problems does the company in-laws face?

"Why are you surprised? Stall ? A lurah? What does this have to do with you anyway?", asked Marsha in surprise.

"Pa, I don't know what kind of problems papa's company is facing. I better not come with you, Pa."

"You papa bring here so you learn and jump directly to face the client! Prepare yourself! ", said Hartama got up from his seat.

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Alby's entourage had arrived at the stall, a few minutes later Anton's entourage arrived. Alby is currently wearing a mask to cover his battered face from the bogeman Lek Sarman yesterday.

"Good morning, Mr. Lurah!", said Hartama while greeting Anton's hand.

"Please sit down!", Hartama invites Anton and his confidants.

Hartama and Pak Lurah pleasantries first before starting important talks later.

"Yes, this is Alby. My daughter-in-law, who is planning to take my place!", said Hartama. Anton stared intensely at Alby's face which only showed his eyes and forehead.

"Oh, that's it, sir." Anton just said it was.

"Eum..pak lurah has contacted the manager or heirs of the land, right? I didn't expect to have to intervene on my own!", said Hrtama.

"It just so happens that the owner of this shop is his heir Pak Hartama" Anton said.

"really? Whoa could be a coincidence huh?", said Hartama smiled faintly.

"Yes, and his son is now home. It's been almost two years she's been with her husband living in west Java there."

Uhuk...uhuk...! Suddenly Alby coughed at Anton's words, his own father-in-law. Actually, they had never met in person. Because at Alby and Bia's wedding, Anton and I'm not attending.

Sarman came to the table that was in use meeting HS group.

"I'm sorry, I joined too late!" said Sarman. He was reluctant to say hello, fearing that they were not non-Muslims.

"It's okay, please sir!", said Hartama. Hartama's eyes were unmoved looking at Sarman's face which was eighty percent similar to his best friend's.

"Salman?", asked Hartama to Sarman.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm Sarman. If it's Salman, my brother" Sarman replied.

"What's? Really?", asked Hartama smiling sumringah.

"Do you know my brother?" asked Sarman.

"You were Sarman who was still Junior High School, school in Surabaya right?", asked Hartama again. Sarman just nodded.

"You're Salman's brother? Where is Salman now? I'm Tama. Mas Tama, Man? You forget?", asked Hartama with his high enthusiasm.

"Mas Tama?"

"Yes, your college friend!", explains Hartama again.

"Owh.iya mas. God, I didn't think we could see you again."

Sarman smiled broadly.

Sarman did not realize that his favorite son-in-law was restless knowing that his father-in-law actually knew Lek Sarman.

Anton was no less surprised, the ex-husband of his wife was a friend of Hartama.

"Where is Salman now? How is he?", asked Hartama. The meeting plan this time turned into an impromptu reunion.

"Eum, Salman died eleven years ago."

"What's? Died?", asked Hartama in shock.

Sarman nodded. He did not know that two men from different generations were busy with their own thoughts.

"Yes mas. Salman is sick."

Hartama was silent for a while.

"Where is Salman's daughter?", asked Hartama.

"It's in my house."

Sarman answered him, but somehow he was interested in staring at someone who had looked down especially he was the only one wearing a mask here.

Suddenly Sarman stood up.

"Gapain you're here!", Sarman snapped at Alby which of course jolted him.

Alby looked up at his lek's face.

"Mas Sarman, what's wrong? Why are you snapping at my daughter-in-law?", asked Hartama.

"What's? Mas Tama's son-in-law?", asked Sarman with his face turned red.

Sarman went straight to Alby. He's getting ready to hit Alby again.

"Stop Man!", said Anton. Anton breaks Sarman up so he doesn't hit Alby.

"Sorry sir, it looks like our work business stopped first!" Anton said.

Hartama asked his staff to leave this meeting.

Alby, Hartama, Salman and Anton.

Sarman's breath was still up and down with emotion seeing Alby's arrival in his stall again.

"I'm sorry if I interfere. Indirectly, I am also Alby's in-law!", Anton said.

Hartama is getting confused.

"Leave Bia!", Sarman told Alby.

"Bia?", asked Hartama.

"Yes, Bia. My nephew, his son Mas Salman. Who is now also your son-in-law mas Tama."

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