Lettu Dimas A.P Laksono's Love Struggle
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PART XVII
HELLO MY LOYAL READERS.
THIS IS THE THIRD NOVEL I MADE AND THE THIRD NOVEL RELATED TO THE STATE SERVICE.
MY FIRST NOVEL “JODOHKU PAK TARA”
MY SECOND NOVEL “I LOVE YOU PAK POLIS”
AND THIS IS THE THIRD “LOVE FIGHT CAPTAIN DIMAS A.P LAKSONO”
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After the mother and father office house in Surabaya.
The atmosphere of the house is very quiet, I knock on the door and say hello but there is no greeting from inside. Maybe mom and dad again there's an event in the union.
tock.tok.
"Assalamualaikum"
"bus, iki I loh your wedok son (this bus I lo your daughter) "
I sat on the porch waiting for my parents to come home. Several times I tried to contact them but was not picked up.
I decided to call one of my aides named Satrio Setyo Aji.
"Hallo Assalamualaikum mas, it's me Rafika. Father same mother again where yes mas, I was at home but there was no one" said I.
"Waalaikumsalam deck, the same father again in the hall. Said the father was told to follow here aja" said someone across the phone.
"And far enough mas, I you wear official clothes. Cook it on foot there" I said.
"Yo wes wait a minute. Later picked up with Saka" he said.
"Wait a long time. Assalamualaikum" said.
"Waalaikumsalam" he said.
I sat there waiting for Saka to arrive. Saka a very foreign name to me, maybe he's your new aide.
5 Minutes I waited for the guy to finally come on his dirt bike.
"Yes, yes, the hunt. Anyway why the hell use a ginian motorbike, I how to ride it. Wear this skirt again" I said.
"Hold my hand here mbk, let me help" he said.
I held his hand and climbed on the bike.
Arriving at the hall I immediately went down and followed Saka into the room. Everyone was looking at me, probably because some people were very foreign to my existence and another one I wore was a green extinct teacher's outfit. Maybe they think I'm a stray member of the press or something. I saluted my father and immediately took a seat beside Saka and Mas Bayu while listening to him give directions to his subordinates.
When you're done you come down and walk towards me and so does mom. They hugged me very tightly.
"Sir buk, can't breath me. Engap" Said.
Father and mother let go of his embrace, "Mind each other ndok. You don't want to go home, feel at home in Jogja" Mother.
"And there Pika also works buk, so busy. Holiday if the date is red doang" I said.
"Yes come home, but we go home on foot" Father.
"Sir is really it" I said.
"Yes, I'm not kidding" Father.
I also followed my mother and father. Along the way to rumin, he was greeted by his members. While they were partially confused to see me cringing in my father's arm.
"Father use walking events, this is Pika's foot is already scuffed" my whine.
"You are lo ndok, buy shoes are also rich height that" father.
"The name is also the shoes of the teacher sir, the cook will be equated with the pantofel shoes ibuk "My speech.
"Jalan aja nyeker do not need to wear shoes" father.
"Then sir looked at people" I replied.
"A little while later, wes open your shoes rather than adding your foot blisters" father.
I took off my shoes and put them on.
Arriving at the official house I immediately entered my room to wash my feet and returned to sit in the living room with my father and mother.
"Sir, this is Pika buying clothes. Pika just bring these souvenirs tok" I said.
"Thank you ndok, ga bought also gapapa kok" Mother.
"You rest there, my father and mother also want to rest" father.
"yes sir, Pika rest here while watching TV" I said
