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First Selection

The next day, the day that Sadewa was waiting for arrived. Early in the morning, he woke up from his sleep. With carefree steps he walked into Supri's room and Bejo was about to wake them up.

With great difficulty Sadewa built Supri and Bejo. Until in the end he was forced to water his friends with a bucket of water.

Byurs!

"Ahkk! It's flooding! It's flooding!" screech Bejo while rubbing his eyes for a moment. Bejo is still in a daze.

"Woi flood!" yelled Supri no less loud. As fast as lightning he circulated a glance around. Seeing Sadewa holding back his laughter.

"Haha! Flash flood!" Sadewa held her stomach.

"j4! We're having a dream again!" Supri snorted annoyedly.

"Yes, Soup. Where my dream was good again," said Bejo.

"Haha, ah let's get ready quickly, remember today we have a selection of my future in-laws!"

Before Supri and Bejo protested, Sadewa quickly pulled their hands out of bed.

After a few minutes, the three have taken a shower and wear clothes according to instructions from Samsul. After making sure everything was safe, they rushed to the Maharani's house.

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"God, how do I feel bad, when we are told to stand here, like going to military training?" supri said half-whispering in Sadewa's ear.

A few minutes ago, after arriving at the Maharani's house. The three were told Dono to stand in front of the yard according to Samsul's orders. While waiting for Samsul to go down. They threw a glance at each other for a moment, astonished because it had been almost half an hour Samsul had not seen the trunk of his nose.

On the second floor, precisely on the balcony, from a distance secretly Maharani noticed Sadewa and his friends. She was not allowed to go down by her Papi during the selection. Maharani was obedient because he did not want to make his Papi angry.

Maharani then arched a smile towards Sadewa below, hoping that his girlfriend could pass the selection and marry him. Actually Maharani was also curious about the selection of what kind of Papinya will give to Sadewa, to the point of having to wear a striped shirt and training pants.

"Udah do not have to ask a lot, we just follow it," said Sadewa slowly.

"Hmmm!!!"

The intense deformation from the front, made Sadewa, Supri and Bejo jump in shock. He looked towards the source of the sound. Seeing Samsul standing straight raised a sharp gaze towards the three in turn. The man was dressed like a soldier, a slightly tight green shirt, black trousers, short boots, a green hat and lastly around his neck clutched in a red whistle strap.

Repeatedly Sadewa and his comrades gulped, neutralizing the nervousness that struck them all of a sudden.

"God, Soup, this is what we want?" Supri leaned slightly towards Sadewa.

"I don't know," Sadewa replied quickly without looking at the other person.

"Who told you to talk?!" shouted Samsul instantly. Making Sadewa's heartbeat, Supri and Bejo beat fast.

"No-no-no sir," said Bejo a little stammered.

"So still talking?!" Samsul shouted once more.

"Tid–hmmf!" Not yet had Supri continue his words, Sadewa immediately smothered his friend's mouth.

Sadewa smiled clumsyly at Samsul now.

Samsul narrowed his eyes and raised one of his eyebrows. "Today you're going to go through the selection, you ready?"

"Ready Sir," Bejo replied quickly.

"Who told you to talk ha!" samsul shouted then made Bejo stroke his chest.

"No sir, hehe," Bejo said as he scratched his non-itchy nape.

Samsul grinned thinly. "Hmm, for today there are two selections, just follow the instructions and directions from me, if it fails the points will be deducted respectively, understand?"

There was no telling, silence going around for a moment.

Sadewa, Supri and Bejo glanced at each other, amid confusion whether to open the voice or not.

"Why are you quiet?" samsul asked half-screaming.

"Ta-in-waiting don't bo-leh ngo-mong sir." Bejo ventured to open his voice even though he replied in a stammer.

"Now can you, ready or not?"

"Ready, no!" Sadewa, Supri and Bejo throw at each other because the answers are different.

"Yes have also asked if you are required to be ready to participate in the selection." Unknowingly Bejo muttered softly but, unfortunately, it can be heard by Samsul, Sadewa and Supri.

"What the hell are you ha! Push-ups 200 times you!" samsul orders instantly while pointing at Bejo.

"What?" Bejo was surprised on the spot. "But Pak–"

"Nothing but-but, push up now we don't have much time!" exclaim Samsul while approaching Bejo and then give the code to Bejo to take a push-up position.

Bejo pouted straight away. He was forced to obey Samsul.

Ten minutes later, with a breath Bejo rose to his feet. Staring dejectedly at Samsul in front, who was now sitting on a chair sipping coffee and from behind Dono massaging his shoulders.

"It's over?" Samsul thrust the glass at Dono for a moment. As fast as lightning Dono took the object from the hands of his master.

"It's Sir." Bejo took a long breath.

Samsul moved and stood straight in front of the three.

"Okay, the selection will start soon, now that you look to the top right, that's your job!" samsul Exclamation.

Then Sadewa, Supri and Bejo looked up. His third forehead was tightly wrinkled afterwards.

"What do we do, sir? See that, sir?" ask Supri start ketar-ketir.

"Disposed!" exclaim Samsul without burden.

"What's? It's a beehive sir!" Sadewa, Supri and Bejo jumped in shock. How can they throw the beehive that perched near the pillar of the house Samsul it now.

"Yes, I know it's a beehive, if you want to be more extreme, the wasp nest is also back there," said Samsul with a meaningful smile. "Let's hurry, you guys don't have much time. It's up to you to get that beehive out of my house, they've been living there for a long time!"

Without removing a single word, the face of Sadewa, Supri and Bejo immediately changed dramatically. With a gontai step the three headed to the right side of the house.

"God, like Rani's father there is a grudge against us," Bejo chirped for a moment while taking a log on the table that has been prepared by the residents of the house.

Sadewa sighed harshly."Maybe, let's set a strategy, let the bees do not bite our face," he said.

"Ckat! Emang thought it was easy what God, hii saw it was already goosebumps me, tuh see it above, fly-flying them." Supri loosened her head.

For a moment the three hung in horror to imagine if in the sting of the bees above.

Five minutes later after making a plan. With the help of stairs and tools that have been prepared by residents of the house. Now Supri is standing on Sadewa's shoulders. He was holding out a log to the beehive. And from below Bejo gave instructions, to the right or to the left of the location of the nest because the face of Supri is now covered with protective net face from insects, so Supri's vision is not too clear.

"Where's Jo? Right what's left?" asked Supri confused because Bejo did not clearly mention it between right or left.

"Right, right, I guess," Bejo replied.

"Huh? I guess, that's right, Jo." Supri was upset herself.

While Sadewa was busy looking at Maharani

watching them at the end of the balcony earlier. The woman was giving a kiss through the air to Sadewa.

"Left, hehe, duh very beautiful, gurgling," said Bejo.

"Huh? Why are you Jo, same bees?" Supri frowned.

Bejo giggles. Because from earlier he did not look up, but was stealing a look at a Maharani home assistant who in the house was darkening glass. The woman also shyly meow while smiling towards Bejo.

"Bejo! Which one?!" Having exhausted Supri's patience, as fast as lightning he threw the wood in any direction and quickly opened his hat.

Cret!!!

Just opened, Supri's face hit something. She's astonished. As fast as lightning held his face and sniffed what liquid it was.

"j4! Bird's muck! Yuck!"

Somehow Supri's legs lost balance, causing her to fall instantly. Same with Sadewa. As a result Supri overtook the bodies of Sadewa and Bejo.

Gedebum!

"God!" shouted Maharani while smothering his own mouth.