Holy Prison

PS2. 52 - The Arrival of Bi Darsih's Children

“Mas..” call me to Mas Faiz.

Mas Faiz and I are in the dining room. We just finished eating. I intend to tell about Bi Darsih's son to Mas Faiz who is looking for a job. Who knows if my husband has a job vacancy in his office or if there is none, I have he can find it for Santi.

“Iya?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Where was that in the office?” my many.

“Good, Thank God. How are you at home?” ask Mas Faiz.

“I? Hahaha I don't have any busyness, Mas.” I said.

“Are you bored?” ask Mas Faiz.

“No, Mas. Hehehe.” I said lie.

“You are indeed the worst in bohing, An.” said Mas Faiz.

I smiled confused as to what to say.

“Mas, what in Mas office there is job vacancy?” my many.

“You want to work?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Not for me, Mas. This is for Bi Darsih's son. His son graduated from school just like me, he's looking for a job. He just graduated, just like me so I don't know anything.” I said to Mas Faiz.

“Alright, tomorrow Mas will ask Rizki to insert Bi Darsih's child into his part. If he is ready just come to the office.” said Mas Faiz.

I hugged his arm briefly. “Thank you.” I said. “Mas, if he stays here later can ya? Pity if you have to stay outside.” I said.

“Bby.” says Mas Faiz.

After dinner, I immediately approached Bi Darsih to convey this good news to him.

“Bi Darsih..” call me.

“Iya, Ma?” asked Bi Darsih this time he was not surprised, because he had seen me approaching him.

“I have spoken to Mas Faiz, he said Santi can just come to the office.” I said.

“Betul, Bu?” ask Bi Darsih.

I'm nodding.

“MasyaAllah, Mom. Mom and dad were very nice. May Allah SWT repay all the kindness of Father and Mother yes.” said Bi Darsih, he shed tears.

“Eh, Bi. Don't cry yeah.” I said to Bi Darsih.

Although I have not met and know Bi Darsih for a long time, I am sure that he is a good person. And I also believe that his son must not be less good with the mother.

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Today Bi Darsih's son came. Bi Darsih and I are very much waiting for the arrival of Bi Darsih's son. Bi Darsih said, Santi is an independent and brave boy so he does not have to bother picking her up at the station even though this is the first time he has come here.

Bi Darsih's old-fashioned phone is ringing. Bi Darsih hurriedly picked up the phone.

“Waalaikumsalam, wait yes, Nduk. Biyung out first.” said Bi Darsih.

I observed Bi Darsih. Looks like Bi Darsih's son is coming.

“Santi came, Bu.” said Bi Darsih, his eyes twinkling.

“Come, Bi. I'm coming to the front.” I said enthusiastically.

“Come, Bu.” says Bi Darsih.

Bi Darsih and I walked straight to the gate. Mang Jarwo who saw us immediately opened the gate.

“Thank you, Mang.” said I and Bi Darsih.

“Sama-sama, Mom. Bi.” replied Mang Jarwo.

Me and Bi Darsihpun out. We saw a long hooded girl with a mask standing in front of the gate.

“Santi!” call Bi Darsih.

“Biyung!” the girl hugged Bi Darsih.

God's plan is always perfect and unique. I watched the mother and son who were now taking off each other's kangen. I miss him so much, and always look for his contacts.

“This is Bu Nindy, Nak.” said Bi Darsih.

He looked towards me. I smile. He hurriedly took off his mask, then looked at me while opening his eyes a few times. Then, instantly, he ran towards me. “Mbak Nindy!” yells.

I chuckled until my tears just spilled. We hugged, he hugged me very tightly. I miss him so much. And he seems to feel the same way.

He's my best friend, the friend I've been looking for, Arum. Santi is Arum. But if I remember Arum's name is Arumi Santika, but I just found out that at his house he was called Santi not Arum.

“How are you?” my many.

“I'm good, Mbak.” said Arum.

“Lho, Bu Nindy know my son?” ask Bi Darsih.

“Mbak Nindy is my best friend, Biyung. Friends of the cottage.” replied Arum.

“Biyung didn't ask you. Biyung asked Bu Nindy.” said Bi Darsih.

“Bu Nindy?” ask Arum.

I laugh. “Iya, Bi. Arum is my best friend. Come, Rum. Login to.” I said.

“Bu Nindy is Biyung's employer, who owns this house.” said Bi Darsih. “You call him Mom just like Biyung.” he continued.

“Eh, no, Bi. Let Arum call me Mbak as usual.” I said.

“Here I bring.” I said to Arum.

“Eh, don't let me.” said Arum.

“It's okay.” I said.

Mang Jarwo approached. Bi Darsih introduced Arum to Mang Jarwo. After getting acquainted, Mang Jarwo brought Arum bag. Neither I nor Arum protested. Mr. Jarwo's body is very strong so I think it does not matter if he is kind enough to carry a heavy Arum bag.

“Bring to room Aunty only Mang.” says Bi Darsih.

Mang Jarwo nodded and walked inside, then made sure we all entered, then he locked the gate and walked ahead of us. We walked behind him.

“Bi, Arum sleeps in guest room only, Bi.” I said.

“Eh, don't Ma'am. In Aunt's room alone, my room is also very spacious.” said Bi Darsih.

“Iya, Ma'am. I'm more comfortable sleeping with my Biyaku, because I miss him so much.” said Arum.

“Alright then.” I said.

We started to enter my house. Suddenly Arum was glued to see the wedding photo of me and Mas Faiz hanging on the wall.

“Mbak, so Mbak.?” Arum could not continue his sentence.

I'm nodding. “Iya, I am married to Mas Faiz.” I said.

“MasyaAllah, Ma'am. I am very happy to hear this happy news.” said Arum with sparkling eyes.

The Arum reaction is very similar to the Linda reaction. Who upon learning of my marriage to Mas Faiz looked very happy, there were no signs of selfhood at all on their faces.

“Iya, Rum. You rest first, later after the break I will tell you everything.” I said.

“Congratulations yes, Mbak.” said Arum hugged me briefly.

I nodded, “Thank you yes.” I said.

“Sama-sama, Mbak.” said Arum.

“Yaudah, I'll go to the room first. Bi, I went to the room first yes.” I said goodbye to Arum and Bi Darsih.

Bi Darsih and Arum nodded. I was deliberately saying goodbye to the room because I knew Arum and Bi Darsih needed some privacy, let alone that they had just met, I'm sure there must be a lot of stories that they want to tell and certainly wouldn't be comfortable if there was me among them.

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Sorry, friends of Readers. I haven't edited this chapter yet (maybe there aren't too many mistakes (. Thanks everyone 'round 'em