Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart
Episodes 128. Raka Bramantryo House
Prita was almost late to his private tutoring, there was still an hour before he went there
the girls hurriedly pushed his unusually large and fairly heavy motor. Her mother
help get the big motor out of their narrow door.
"You were always in a hurry Prita, mother had woken up from the dark hours, even sleeping again
so you're like gini, shortness of breath, I see people in such a hurry."
Mother Prita who was big height was nagging short length, only now she was a bit
caring about Prita, even want to help push his son's motor out of the door. If
I didn't want to know about Prita. It doesn't matter if the child is in school or not. Performances
just drink coffee, cook for a big family then sleep all day. So many years.
According to people losing husbands and a boy has made it without life
and emotion. Luckily, he was still with his mother and brothers. As of
someone noticed and comforted him.
"Mom, I'm leaving yeah, be careful at home."
Prita kissed his mother's hand then put on a helmet and swiftly and gallantly launched
red, he named the big bike Red. While his mother looked at him until he turned
to the right and gone. The lips of the woman smiled. He did not expect the little girl who had
neglected for years turned out to be able to survive his uncaring attitude. Heartland
it felt uprooted when the husband he loved died at a young age. A year before
they are sad to lose their first son.
His losing streak left his soul unsteady, depression engulfing him. He doesn't want to do
nothing but sleep and eating. Her three-year-old little girl was neglected, and fortunately
his son has a high acceptance. He grew up with a good attitude and did not
troubled mother. As if he understood his mother's suffering. Years with him
but don't mind the little girl.
Prita remained cheerful and each morning hugged her and kissed her hand. After school
Little Prita told me about her friends and teachers. He just stupefied and nodded.
His brothers often scolded him, rebuking him like that. Fortunately
he was the eldest brother so even though there was only a little bit there was still a sense of disdain and respect.
His little girl Prita survives among their uncles, aunts and children. Unheeded
rude, scornful and mocking attitude of their uncles, aunts and children. Prita always
smile and ignore them all. He never ran to Grandma's back asking
defense, not asking for grandma's hug, he let it all pass before his eyes. Because
his teachers loved him very much.
Assalamualaikum
Prita gave her greetings while looking at the large gate before her eyes. He remembered
this house was the first one he came to yesterday while distributing brochures. Oh, so
the woman who abandoned him lives in this big house? Whoa! how rich
they huh?
Waalaikumsalam
The man who received the brochure yesterday opened the door.
"Sir, I want to meet Mardo's mother, last night she called me."
Prita said directly the purpose of his arrival.
"Oh yes, brother, let's go inside."
The gatekeeper opened the door and lighted the girl with the motorcycle
big in. A vast courtyard stretched out before his eyes along with
grass and flower garden.
Then a garage that had about five luxury cars, and then there were two moge
the corner. If he goes there it's a little hard to get out. Prita finally stopped
his big car's outside the garage, on the way out. He took off his helmet and for a moment
seeing jams. He has time to get acquainted with his prospective students.
"Sir, please take me to see Mardonya's mother."
Prita was afraid to get lost in the magnificent house, and asked the security guard to take her
go inside. Mr. Didin the name of the security guard at the house of Raka Bramantyo was happy to deliver
the girl went into the house. They went through the side door, and there was a courtyard as well
surrounded by beautiful flowers, two elegant sedan cars are parked
just there. The tiny courtyard is surrounded by the terrace of the house.
Mr. Satpam invited in through a door that was open, and spread
large room with equipment that amazes Prita. In the corner there is a table
eat with trinkets equipment, then Prita a little more in to see
more inward. A warm family room with fur rugs and
sofa that knows how much it costs, as well as tv theater where the family enjoys movies
liking. Then there is a ladder near the dining table in the form of a twist towards
to the second floor.
"Hello! Prita huh?"
The figure appeared from in front of him, and Prita smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I'm Prita's mother."
"Let's come over here, let's just talk over there."
A beautiful woman and has a charismatic aura that invites her down
the family room was made down. Her lips are smiling.
"It just so happens that you're looking for a private tutor for kids."
They faced each other, and the female Mardo was briefly captivated by the
the beauty of the girl, especially her beautiful eyes and her lips that have
the smile that made her beautiful, she looked like she had seen eyes with
the feathers and his smile. But where he had seen
this girl?
my place, have little experience."
"It's good, so Nak Prita has often given private lessons huh?"
And Prita nodded, smiling.
"But Bun, I only have two months of time, because I went to college
outside the city, then it can be through vidiocall, or in line."
"Oh so, it deserves a daily private yes the payment."
"He he he, yes Bun, at one time students have difficulty learning can call
me." i."
They talk until they finally get time to study
for Tria and Dode after magrib after dinner. And it started
later afternoon.
"So we agreed?"
"Ready Bun, tonight after my magrib comes."
Prita gave it that time because he had thought of no more
the time is more appropriate, because in the morning he had booked private lessons, then
the afternoon was full, the night was still, and it was time
children learn.
Before Prita left, it turned out that Mardo wanted to introduce the children
who will be tutoring him privately.
"Tria!"
"Day!"
"Here's a minute, mommy wants to know your tutor."
"Yes, just a minute, Bun!"
There was the voice of a girl from above, and before long a girl
the adorable teenager approached hugging her mother's waist.
"This is mba, my son Triananda, where's Dode?"
"Hello, Prita, we'll see you tonight."
Prita and Tria smiled at each other.
"Regard, read comics!"
"Day!"
"Yes, why patience?"
Shortly descending from the top floor a handsome boy
and high, "Later to math lessons ya Bun."
"Yes, let's get to know the teacher."
"Why not just now, Bun?"
"No way, Prita's brother has class until the afternoon."
Oh, the boy's mouth is a little manyun.
After getting acquainted, Prita hurriedly said goodbye, because soon he had to
he arrived at his place of teaching. Mardo and his children drove
to terrace.
"Oh, your teacher's on a big bike!"
Mardo inexplicably likes a girl named Prita, and
it was as if I had met and known him for a long time.
Seriate.
