I'm taking you off, Mas!

Fits My Tongue And Belly

The luxury car stopped right in front of Karya Asih Orphanage. Mr. Rio's getting impatient to meet the person who loves the most all this time.

"Is this the place, Ta?" Ask Mr. Rio.

Gita nodded her head slowly. "Yes, right. This is the address Puspa once gave me, a long time ago. I still keep it."

They both got out of the car. Some children were seen playing in the yard. There are also some children who approached Mr. Rio and Gita. They greeted the two men with kindness and courtesy.

Gita smiled as she received warm treatment from the children of the orphanage.

"You guys are so smart, I have something for you guys" Gita said as she walked into the trunk of the car. "Sir, please open the trunk," Gita told the driver.

The baggage is open.

Some of the food and gifts Gita deliberately brought there to be distributed to the children of the orphanage. Gita also waved to the other orphanage child. Everyone walked closer to the woman. Gita was relieved because of the food and some gifts she brought no less even more. The woman asked the driver to help bring her to the home.

Mr. Rio developed his smile when he saw what Gita, Puspa's best friend did.

"You're used to doing this." Mr. Rio helped bring the rest of the food.

Gita smiled back at him. "After my husband died and left me a lot of possessions, yes this is what I do. I don't have children, so I just want to be close to a lot of kids. Yes, one of them is the orphanage children" said Gita.

Mr. Rio nodded his head. "Come, let's meet the owner of this orphanage.I can't wait to meet Puspa!" Invite Mr. Rio who walked first from Gita.

"I can't wait for this old man" he sneered.

The two of them immediately headed for the simple building in front of him. To meet the orphanage owner. Mr. Rio wants to immediately find out the whereabouts of his wife and child.

 

Mr. Rio looked desperate when he heard Ms. Laras say. A woman who welcomed Mr. Rio and Gita's arrival explained honestly. If he hadn't lived there long.

Bu Laras is a distant relative of Bu Weni. One of the workers who helped Ms. Lydia in this orphanage.

"How many days did they leave?" Ask Gita.

"One week, Mom. One of the children had to undergo surgery. So Miss Lydia and Bu Weni are oergi. in order to be able to change guard. But you can call him yourself to his cell phone number."

Hearing that, Mr. Rio was immediately excited and immediately contacted Ms. Lydia.

"I'm sorry, I can't be home anytime soon. It's a pity, but this is something I've been waiting for a long time. Meeting her late husband Mira" Ms Lidia said across the phone.

Hearing that, Mr. Rio suddenly dropped the cellphone in his hand.

"Puspa ...," muttered Mr. Rio in his soft voice. His eyes were closed feeling pain. His heart stopped at that moment. When I heard the words of Miss Lydia.

Gita who was on Pak Rio's side quickly grabbed the phone then took over their chat. Miss Lydia told me briefly about Mira.

Same with Mr. Rio, Gita was surprised to hear it. But the woman can control herself.

"Diana's navel?" Ask Gita to Miss Lydia.

"You can ask for Mr. Bejo. Old man in the parlor. Eat Mira not far from there," said Miss Lydia from across the phone.

"Thank you, the information. Sorry can we meet, later? When you have free time." continued Gita. The woman glanced towards Mister Rio. He felt sorry for that man.

"Could, because there's something I have to talk about with her husband, Mira, too" replied Ms. Lydia.

"Ok. I'll set the time for the next meeting. One more thing, before we returned to Jakarta. is there no photo or anything for you to be able to recognize the daughter of Mira? And what's his name?"

"That's one of Aya's finances. He doesn't like to pose. We don't have any photos of him at the parlor. There are only a few, even photos when Aya was a child. You can ask Laras to get it."

"Alright then, Miss Lydia. Thank you very much. Too bad we can't meet" Gita said from across the phone.

"If I may know who I am talking to?" Ask Ms. Lydia.

"I'm Gita, Puspa's best friend. Puspa Almira Rajak."

Gita smiled hearing that.

"I hung up the phone, the doctor's coming to check on our foster child soon."

"Oh, yeah. Thank you in advance," replied Gita.

The phone connection was also cut off. Gita looked back at Mr. Rio looking very chaotic after hearing the news that his wife had died. The man's world is collapsing. Just now that hope had appeared must now be shattered instantly.

Gita patted Mr. Rio on the shoulder. "We're going to your wife's navel!" Invite him and just get a slow nod from Mr. Rio.

Cijeruk Cemetery, Mr. Rio and Gita are located. Mr. Bejo delivered and pointed to the meal that the two foreigners were looking for. During the trip Gita tried to ask about Puspa to the man, but the results were nil. Mr. Bejo cannot be taken seriously. Every question you ask gets an uncertain answer. Gita could only sigh heavily with Mr. Bejo's attitude. It feels like a lot of time wastage.

Currently Mr. Rio was crouching in front of a tomb. The tombstone in front of him was engraved the name of someone he had longed for so long.

Puspa Almira Rajak, with his date of birth and death listed there.

Mr. Rio's hand touched the new headstone. His head bowed, The man poured out his heart at this moment. Talking about his regrets and stupidity in front of the Puspa navel.

"I'm sorry, Puspa. I was so stupid. Very stupid, do not believe what you said before. Now where should I look for our daughter, the sister of Syafa," he said.

Gita, a friend of his wife, also felt the sadness. The woman could only encourage the man who was currently being crushed by her feelings.

"Here we go, we come back here. You can find out where your daughter is, later. You don't need to worry, didn't Miss Lydia say she was married. So he must be happy with his life."

There was no response from Rio. The man still lowered his head while silent. Regrets have come lately. Especially after the loss. I feel like life means nothing anymore.

The hope of rebuilding the household to happiness at the end of the twilight, is gone.

Mr. Rio and Gita are back in town. Along the way no one came out a word from Mr. Rio. The man looks lifeless.

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According to what he said last night with Bi Ninis. Yara is currently in a luxurious house owned by a man who is used to eating with home cooking. The security guard immediately opened the door for Yara because he had received news from Bi NiNis before. If there was a woman who would replace him cooking in that house.

Dateng got there at half-time at 6am. Yara immediately struggled in the kitchen. All cooking ingredients are available. There's not much to cook. Because in the kitchen there is a record of the cuisine that the owner wants every day.Yara to shake his head to see a list of different dishes every day.

"Done," Yara said as three dishes were just finished. "I have to go home soon" he continued, looking at the clock on the kitchen wall.

Spicy sweet sour sauce squid, capcay and perkedel. The cooking menu that Yara cooked today. Everything is ready and ready in the kitchen. Yara immediately paid attention to the guard who stood guard after the task was completed.

The smell of cooked cooking disrupts Erza's sleep. The man went straight down to the kitchen even though he hadn't taken a shower.

"It's very fragrant" Erza said as the man entered the kitchen. He saw the cooking on the table. "who cooked? Isn't Bi Ninis on holiday?" murmured Erza then looked towards the window. He saw the security guard talking to a woman. And before long, the woman left on her motor matic.

Not caring about it, Erza immediately sat down and tasted the dishes that were so appetizing.

"Today, a holiday, can you eat before you take a shower" he said.

One by one Erza cuisine.

"dm ... It's delicious cooking! But, why does it taste different from the usual Bi Ninis cook? It's better!" Erza resumed her breakfast. Erza had not realized 2 times adding rice to her plate.

Erza loves Yara cuisine. "Feel this according to my tongue and stomach" he murmured again.

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The cuisine is according to taste.if the person how?

Seriate.