Jayakusuma Tirta

Iza

Tirta immediately steered his motorbike towards the Ngaliyan area, down the road of the city of Semarang.

Bsb is located on the outskirts of Semarang, approximately twenty kilometers from the city center,

Iza House is located in its own cluster, Graha Flower Park.

Tirta immediately entered the complex.The effect is quiet, because the distance between the houses is far apart.

Once inside the main gate of the cluster, there were several guards who immediately confronted and asked for their destination.

It was fortunate that Iza immediately mentioned herself so that she could smoothly enter the complex.

"So much later there will be a left turn intersection..

"Not stop here". Iza asked Tirta to stop in front of the large wooden gate, which was about three meters high by a width of maybe ten meters.

Iza immediately went down and pressed the button on the right side of the gate, immediately there was a sound from a small speaker attached there,

ask for the identity of the guest

" Who is it ?" ask the voice.

" It's Iza, Mr. Dul!" answer Iza

Oh, mbak iza, yes mbak.

Soon the big door shifted by making a rumbling sound.

Tirta immediately steered his motorbike into the courtyard of the house. The distance from the gate to the main house around the fiberan meter. With two directions to enter and exit, with in the middle there is a garden.

Tirta looked on in amazement. A magnificent house with a beautiful looking courtyard with garden garden and gazebo on the right and left.

soon they arrived at the main house which was painted in white, adding to the impression of a magnificent and beautiful state palace as well as a white building, with large and sturdy pillars on both sides.

"Let's go in," Iza immediately pushed the door just like that.

Tirta immediately sat down on the porch about to take off her shoes..

"Eh no need to take off his shoes, use aja no papa, not the mosque you know!" exciting Iza..

Tirta looked at the shiny marble and it looked very luxurious so earlier she felt better to take off her shoes.

"No papa kale Iza, I'm used to nyeker on the floor like this" replied Tirta while continuing to take off his shoes.

"Yes, come on in" Iza asked.

Tirta immediately stepped inside the luxurious mansion belonging to the Iza family.

Tirta was astonished for an instant when she saw the guest room of this house.

"His living room is this big" his mind. the living room doang area must be 10 or twenty spacious houses where he lives.. there is a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the room there is also a large urn decoration that adorns the corner of the room.

"Let's sit down first Ta,,"

"Mbak mbak Marni" Iza exclaimed calling, her domestic assistant. Immediately a young woman came out from behind.

Yes, non Iza, he answered.

"Please make a warm ginger drink yes"

"Yes Non." the assistant immediately agreed

"Mamah Papah has come home yet Ma'am asked Iza. Yesterday the Mother and Father had returned Non, but the father left again, if the mother in the room non, maybe sleeping" replied mbak Marni.

"Yes there make drinks for meen Iza.cepetan there!"

the assistant passed immediately

"In the meantime Tirta I changed clothes first, Iza immediately headed to her room located on the second floor.

A while later Marni had come out with a warm ginger drink and immediately put it on the table in front of Tirta.

"This is the drink, immediately drunk yes mas, mumpung is still anget,"

Yes, Tirta replied..

"Eh mas whose name is mas, the theme is really Non Iza? tanyanya who immediately sat across the sofa occupied by Tirta.. Yes, why mbak? tanya Tirta .

"Non Iza never stepped up his meeting This guy at home mas, most also friends of girls.

"There have been several times the guy who maen here but only at the front gate has been rejected Non Iza. There are also when there are many crowded there are friends of his , but that's with a girl guy"..

Tirta listened to Marni's explanation.

"Ah temen aja ko mbak" replied Tirta..

"So she hasn't answered the name?"

Arrive

"Marniiiii. don't kepo yaa. watch out later I'm your machine.Seru Iza from the top floor while bending his head down.

"No, not non!. Marni does not kepo, just her name..

Marni is fertile body but actually her skin is pure white and her cheeks chubby like Bayu but the girl version!

Iza immediately came down from the top floor.

"Your clothes are wet, all change clothes".

"No papa Iza, it will also dry itself anyway"

"His late sister's shoulder is still a lot good.. So don't papa if you use, rather than not kepake, . Your clothes are wet.."

Iza tried to persuade Tirta to change his wet clothes.

Finally, with a little coercion, Iza managed to make Tirta obey his will.

Iza immediately took Tirta to the room of the late Farhan, Iza's brother. The room of the late Farhan kakanya turned out to be on the second floor as well, adjacent to Iza's room and only separated by a hallway that connects the front balcony with the rear balcony.

It turned out that iza had prepared clothes that were suitable for Tirta.

"Let's go in, this is Farhan's room." Tirta immediately went into Farhan's room, saw a pile of clothes on the mattress, Iza took the clothes and handed them to Tirta

"Try Ta, if it is not suitable take it in the closet" Iza pointed at the cupboard in the corner of the room.

Tirta immediately removed her wet clothes and changed with the dry clothes provided by Iza.

Iza looked at Tirta in amazement

"Ih kayak kak Farhan is back to life" his inner self. "Suitable, very suitable Ta, Farhan's clothes turned out to be suitable for you."

"Your pants are all wet too, so change in the bathroom"

"Tirta immediately went to the bathroom and changed her pants there.

Your wet clothes stay only in the bathroom Ta, let Marni wash it later, if you come here you can bring it back" said Iza .

Tirta immediately changed her pants in the bathroom and immediately came out in Farhan's clothes..

It turns out that Farhan clothes are suitable in Tirta's wear, Tirta's body is quite high although not too high and a bit flat like Jokowi, President of the Republic of Indonesia, wrapped in a nice and expensive shirt owned by Farhan, who also has a very high body, make it look more cool and dashing, typical young people today ..

"Iza, do not need a good shirt like this, will also be hit by water again will also sweat again.."

No papa is Ta, it is also ordinary clothes" replied Iza.

Already let's go down, not good later if Marni especially your Mama"!.

They immediately went down again, in the guest room.

Tirta immediately finished off the warm ginger that started to cool.

Suddenly from behind a voice sounded.

"Eh Mama's son has come home, I don't know if I go home, ask a guy again!"

A middle-aged woman came out from behind. Her body somewhat contained the typical middle-aged woman, her face still looked beautiful and on the back of a sincere smile, adding a friendly impression.

As soon as it was close, the woman's gaze was directed at Tirta, she was surprised until she gawked..

"Far, Farhan !!???" how surprised he was, he was like seeing Farhan his son come back to life, immediately rubbed his eyes..

"Mam knew Tirta" The voice of Iza who introduced Tirta to his mother surprised him.

"Iza, I. iini". Mother stuttered.

"Yes Mam, like brother Farhan yes mam, but this is Tirta temen Iza".

"At first glance it looks like mam, but it's different" Iza explained.

"Know my Mother Tirta, Tirta Jayakusuma, Iza's friend" Tirta introduced herself as she extended her hand to her mother Iza.

"Yes son, I'm Mama Iza, call me like Iza call, Mama".

Tirta agagguk.