Lazuardi Love

LAZUARDI LOVE #112

Chiyome as far as possible was not directly involved in the investigation.he just sat quietly in the office while occasionally observing the telephone plane.Pens on his fingers playing around quickly made the impression he was a person who was good at playing knives.

the man who was told to observe the Aisyah residence performed his duty well, observing and documenting all the activities that took place in the house.

Chiyome observed one by one the photos that the man sent to his dress.the woman momentarily nodded.

📲 "Mrs, it's been a week I'm here. what else should I do?" ask the man.

📲 "Return. Once upon a time I will need you again."

📲 "Good Madam, then I'm sorry."

that cellular connection is cut off. Chiyome got up from the chair and paced back and forth in her room, before long the door sounded on tap.

"Get in." said Chiyome.

the door opened and entered Dewinta Basumbul.

"Mu this is the attendance list and performance report of the marketing section" said Dewinta.

"Put it on my desk." replied Chiyome.

Dewinta Basumbul nodded then stepped towards the desk and placed the file there. Before he returned, the woman was called Chiyome.

"Yes Mom?" tanya Dewinta Basumbul's.

"Do you know Puspita?" ask Chiyome.

"Yes Ma'am, she is a former secretary of HRD." replied Dewinta.

"How does it perform in the marketing department you lead?" search Chiyome.

"The usual ma'am does not go down nor does it go up. stagnant. to be more clear, I can see in the employee performance file." replied Dewinta Basumbul.

"Alright. please.." said Chiyome.

bowing once more, Dewinta then turned around and opened the door and walked out of the room. Chiyome was back alone in the room.

the woman made a decision. Tonight, she had to visit her brother's residence.

...******...

Kenzie while sitting in the sign with Trias. There is also a homeowner there.Kenzie's distant uncle from a different clan.

Kartono, a young Javanese born and raised in Gorontalo, is more master of the mother tongue than his father's language, although as little as he learns it through dictionaries and conversations of his Javanese friends. the man married a noble woman surnamed Bobihu. both claimed to be fellow nobles because the family next to his father was a descendant of some kind from Raden Kiseputrodipo.

the father of the man was complete name Raden Ngabehi Bambang Prayitno bin Rahmat. a scaremonger who worked as a state soldier. retired with the rank of sergeant major while serving in Kodam Merdeka XII.

like his father, Kartono was large in height, maybe arguably bear because of his posture which leads to obesity due to lack of movement.

"How's your job in the mines? smoothly?" ask the man. Kenzie nodded.

"Current Om.." replied Kenzie with a laugh. Trias himself just laugh enliven the atmosphere to be more familiar.

"Your violence is here?" ask Kartono again.

"Alhamdulillah all this time I do not get unpleasant things here" replied Kenzie.

"Om heard that Aisha married the same young man she liked" Kartono said.

"Lho's? how does the answer sound doubtful?" lure the man, "Is his marriage forced?"

"It was also forced, Om. it was just pressed very hard." replied Kenzie to make Kartono laugh.

"The marriage should not be forced, it is not good" Kartono said.

"But he did a bad thing with Sister Ais" Kenzie said firmly.

"So they've both been." Kartono said in shock to see Kenzie just nod.

"Well, it's hard, too." muttered Kartono. he looked at his nephew far away. "How long has your job been here?" search the man.

"It's finished just now Om. the plan wants to have a little fun, refreshing Om" said Kenzie.

"Snooze the refreshing" Kartono said suddenly.

"Lho's? why Om?" asked Kenzie in surprise.

"Son, Om's feeling bad when you told me about Ais. Try to call your wife" Kartono said.

Kenzie confusedly took the phone and activated it and then dialed his wife's number. There was a 'tut' sound several times but no response. anxiously contacted again.and so on up to ten times.

"What happened to Wiffy? usually he will immediately respond to my call." muttered Kenzie.he began to fidget.

"Om...I rushed home" said Kenzie standing up. Trias followed him in confusion, while Kartono only smiled flatly.

"Yes... You're not sleepy yet, are you? we're going back yuk!" take Kenzie.

"Come, I'm also actually going to want to go back" Trias replied honestly.

"I'm sorry, we both have to go" Kenzie said.

"Be careful driving." Kartono ordered.

the two men with suitcases rushed to put it in the car then sat in front and Trias who drove immediately ran the engine and a few moments later, the vehicle moved to leave the man's residence.

before long, Azizah appeared, the wife of the man.the woman was astonished to find her husband who was just sitting alone in the house.

" Tonu ta kiki'o dulota boyito?" asked Azizah while circulating a look for the whereabouts of the two young men. (where are the two children?)

"Timongoliyo dulota ma ilona'o to kota. oluwo affairs ja beresi tetomola." replied Kartono calmly. (They went back to the city. There was unfinished business there)

"Ati'olo sambe and monga? ja pilolanga ta la'i dulota boyito?" azizah said sadly, because she had cooked more dishes for dinner.

" O uamu. ma wakutu lo monga olo botiye. de ma opulito ma' boti olemu cuisine.." said Kartono half joking. (yes yes. it was time to eat too.. let me just finish all your cooking.)

"Te olobu gambusi ti. ja mo pota olo urombumu dadata monga ja mberendi.. po bertima ngope'e boti monga.. ti truna madelo damango lo jati.." said Azizah, his wife. (Basar buffalo puffer..do not erupt also your stomach accommodates a lot of food. stop a little like your food.look at your body is already as big as the circumference of pohom teak.)

"Bo uti-utiyelo ni'mati ti. wonu ma sikola. ma dialu poly uti cuisine. (This is the pleasure only.. if you have worked in school.. no delicious cuisine. fortunately rice is just the same tempe.) said Kartono.

"po sukuri loma'o donggo monga yi'o. ja' tawamu dadata tawu wewo to bosnia waw to africa boyito ma dialu po ponga limongoliyo? sambe mo lani huta mali biskoi.." reply Azizah. (thankfully you still get food. Did you know many people in bosnia and africa have run out of food? to the point of frying the soil into biscuits.)

Kartono only took a deep breath. " Ma mowali bisala uamu.. ombongu'u ma pilolango.. dadata misalamu ma kancang poli pilolango'u.." (already quite talk you... My stomach is hungry. the more you talk, the more you talk, the stronger my hunger.)

the man then left Azizah, leaving Azizah, who piqued her lips to mock her husband, then stepped up after Kartono into the house. []