Household Poison
Chapter 13
Chapter 13, POV Family Tyo in solo.
After almost a week Tyo and Nafisa stayed in Jogja.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Rona and Mr. Mardi were busy watching their favorite dangdut show, suddenly there was a sound of the roar of cars and fences in the open.
Mardi and Bu Rona looked at each other, a second later.
"Who's car sir," Mrs Rona opened her voice.
"Gga tau Bu, most Adi or rio, can't be Tyo right," said mardi with a small laugh.
"Diiih, sir, seriously, later if~~,"
"Assalamualaikum," Rio and Adi's voice gave a greeting, before Bu Rona could finish his speech.
"Wa'alaikumasallam," Mardi and Bu Rona answered the greetings from his son.
Bu Rona who was honestly lonely with none of his Tyo Noni and Nafisa in the house, seemed upset with the arrival of two children and his son-in-law.
'aah lumai there Rara and Nuri can not ask to wash dishes numpang,' inner Bu hue, a smile implied from the corner of his lips.
"Eeh, you're Dateng, granny's granddaughter fights," Miss Rona hugged her two grandchildren in the family.
"Yes, ma'am, I stopped by Rio first" said Adi.
"Eh, the others where Mr. Bu, kok deserted tumben," continued Adi again.
"Yes nih tumben deserted, where the Nafisa, tell to drink dong Bu," said Rara, while throwing themselves on the sofa opposite to her in-laws.
"Nafisa doesn't exist" said Bu Rona briefly.
Mr. Mardi just stared pushyly at his daughter-in-law, Tampa wanted to say what, sir Mardi did not want to quarrel with Rio or adi.
"Ah you guys are late here," said sir mardi relaxed, Tampa want to take his eyes off the TV.
"What the hell do you mean, sir," asked Rio puzzled.
"Yes my father, where Noni and Novi," continued Nuri.
"That Novi is in the room" said Ms. Rona.
"Yes it's too late, you guys never communicate with each other anyway, when you don't know your sister where, it's been a month or so you're not here" said Mardi again.
"Aiiish, I said what the hell, it's important to send money sir, we're all busy, understand sir, his name is also work," chirped rara.
"Hmm, yes yes," timpal mardi relented.
"Keep Nafisa where Mom is, why mom says there is nothing when I'm thirsty for this," said Nuri.
"Yes take a drink sana nur," said mardi jengah.
"Iiii-iya sir," Nuri did not want to argue with her father-in-law if she was in such a careless mode.
"Where is Tyo sir," Rio still did not understand.
(As a result of no cohesiveness between them, they only communicate when they need each other, all the children of Bu hue look that all they are crazy money, all they are crazy money, that for them to focus on working for money is better)
"And you said earlier, you're late, Tyo, Nafisadan Noni to Jogja," said mardi relaxed.
"Haaaa?, Why go to Jogja, honeymoon?, Kaya has money only Nafisa asked for a honeymoon," Rara was surprised, while chuckling amusedly.
" Yes, you can do it anyway, tell dong si Nafisa," continued Nuri from the kitchen while carrying a tray containing drinks.
"Honeymoon kok Noni come?," continued Adi no less amused with Rara and Nuri.
"They're not a lazy honeymoon" Novi chirped from the room, throwing himself beside Bu Rona and Mr. Mardi.
"Well what if not a honeymoon," asked Nuri with a frown.
"Yaa stay there, the apes I can not come," said Novi with his annoyed face.
"Why do they live in Jogja?" cried Rio and Adi simultaneously.
His sense of laziness if you have to look at the faces of his daughter-in-law Rara and Nuri, who according to Mr. Mardi, their ethics are not good even though they graduate.
"Hahahaha," laughter broke out from the mouths of Nuri and Rara.
"What company is sir, to the extent that Nafisa, and Tyo must have to move to Jogja, what stalls are they guarding, strange this father, even give permission anyway, kasian tau mr. Tyo, has become a scholar already office work in order to keep the business unclear," said Nuri with a sneering tone.
"If people talk in horror first, do not ignore the talk of parents, graduate students do not use the brain," said Mr. Mardi furious.
Spontaneously, their eyes wide open did not expect Mr. Mardi would react as hard as that.
"They're the company nerusin papa Rizal in Yogyakarta, if you guys gaul anyway must know the company," he cetus novi, while playing his phone.
"What company does nov mean," asked Rio curiously.
"Nanggom Batik group," said Novi briefly.
"Haaaa-Nanggom Batik group?," said Nuri and Rara simultaneously, their mouths round open in disbelief.
"Well, you really are nov" said Nuri in disbelief.
"Yes nih, nanggom Batik group, it's a prestigious batik company loh nov, its branch in this solo there loh, in Jakarta there, if they really want it to go to Jogja, Jogja, wong here also has a branch, the nanggom goods of the group is not careless loh nov, I mah have only two, it is also a gift from my boss," continued Rara.
"That's all you know" said Mardi casually.
"Yeah because we know so we say it is impossible sir, Ngada Ngada si Novi ni," timpal nuri no less cetus to his father-in-law.
"Not believing is very much in love," cetus novi cynically towards Rara and Nuri.
Meanwhile, Bu Rona was just a spectator, in his heart he admitted, that at the beginning he was no less surprised, just like Rara and Nuri.
"It's busy, Ngada Ngada kan Bu the Novi" said Rara disperse the daydreams of Bu Rona.
"Emm, uh, ingga, what Novi really says is Ra," said Bu Rona.
"If you really do, why don't you take care of the branch here, ma'am" Rara denied. Actually Rara had started to get caught off guard with Nafisa when her husband Adi often praised Nafisa's cooking, and again everyone could see that Nafisa was no less beautiful than herself, she said, that's what makes Rara broke off and always comparing herself to his wife, he feels himself more perfect because he is in high school and making money.
'No, this can not happen, where maybe the Nafisa son of a businessman, such a lucky time, already beautiful cooking pinter, rich children, is not possible, is not possible, after all, if he's a rich kid, where maybe the school is only up to High School, Rara's monologue to herself, Tampa realizes her head is ringing her own.
"Ra, why are you, how rich are those dazed," said Bu Rona.
"Ennng, no ma'am," said Rara nervously.
"Yes Bu can not be, Nafisa is the son of the businessman, Ngada Ngada you guys, already Bu do not have to make a story, we understand if Tyo wants to live hard with Nafisa, Nafisa, but we kasian mother same father, has taken care of the child until big, big so difficult people," said Nuri.
'the time, Nafisa the rich businessman's son, but if from his name is connected anyway, but it can't be rich, but what if it's really yes, you can be ashamed of me, too, where often ngatain him again, Nuri raged in the heart, just like Rara, Nuri Tampa consciously shook her head.
" This is why Nuri again, the ringing is not clear" chirped novi.
Nuri immediately flinched, and controlled herself.
"That's why why," ketus Nuri while grabbing a glass of drink on the table, and began to straighten it up to run out.
"Emang really know, mba Nafisa it turns out the son of a rich man, we were wrong all this time judging, papa and his mama mba nafisa, it turns out papa Rizal was the owner of the company Mbak, ma'am, yes from the name is also clear, Arizal nanggom," explained Novi at length.
"Dad but darling, I can't come, because it's still school, brother Noni is good, where he wants to be in college again with Nafisa," continued Novi with a sour face.
"Haaaa?, in college?," Good dong Noni, exclaimed Adi.
"Yes mas, at that time, the same time mas Tyo mbak Nafisa play to the house of in-laws mas tyo, home bring home a lot of groceries, and you must not believe, and you must not believe, mbak Nafisa in love gift RUB**ON car and home, in Jogja," Novi told me while passionate gebu.
"Haaaa?, Seriously you nov?," cried Rara and Nuri together.
"Yes seriously, why do I Ngada Ngada, ask your father if you do not believe," Novi timbal casually said.
Rara and Nuri looked at each other, then turned to look at Bu Rona and Mr. Mardi together.
And in reply nods by them, a smirk of satisfaction rises in the corner of Mr. Mardi's lips.
'I'm afraid, how come I've been saying this a lot, that perfect pretentious permpuan, whatever the way, I have to be good at him, I have to be good at him, kan lumaian if you can dapet batik free, 'inner rara.
