Love Sabrina

Ep. 64

“what is interesting information?( what interesting information?)” Nicholas looked interested in looking at Jack.

“looks like the goddess of fortune is with us boss, I heard that the girl returned to this town yesterday (looks like the goddess of luck with us boss, I heard that the girl returned to this day, I heard if the girl returned to this city yesterday)” Jack said. Nicholas smiled smirk, the other men opened the car door and then he entered and sat quietly on the passenger bench.

Jack told the boys to keep the paperback in the trunk of the car, and he opened the door right next to the wheel and sat down.

“Call Mr. Arman now, tell him to go to his ex-in-law's residence and wait for us there. Also don't forget to prepare everything you need (phone Mr. Arman now, send him to his former in-laws' residence and wait for us there. also do not forget you prepare everything you need)” Nicholas orders.

“okay boss (good boss)” Jack immediately carry out Nicholas orders. He seemed busy talking through his cell phone, not forgetting he also told Nicholas' secretary to send something via Email.

Nicholas looked back at the mobile screen where the photo of Sabrina was plastered there, a glimpse of the face of the woman he accidentally saw was depicted in the photo wallpaper of his cellphone. Smirk's smile returned painted on his cold face, making Jack and the driver who had been staring through the rearview mirror shudder in horror.

Sabrina is participating in canting activities on the available batik cloth, she dissolves with the canting she holds. Painting with a canting tool filled with liquid night candles, following the motif is beautifully drawn on the white cloth.

After hearing the report from his accountant, Adiwijaya began to go around paying attention to the workers who were diligent in doing their work. His old eyes looked towards his grandson focusing on doing the canting on the cloth he was holding. Adiwijaya stood behind Sabrina sitting blowing wax liquid (night) that was attached to the white cloth.

“Nduk...Eyang arep bali nyang omah, kowe gelem teka karo eyang, what is kowe nginep ing kene?(( nduk... eyang will be behind the residence, you want to join eye what still want here?)” asked Adiwijaya, Sabrina's head looked up at Adiwijaya.

“ Sabrina still want to be here first eyang, ntar if it is finished Sabrina will come home later. Is Sabrina's bike still here eyang?” Sabrina remembered her old bicycle left behind at the Adiwijaya batik factory.

“ Still mbak Sabrina, I stuff nyimpen ing garage factory” said accountant trust Adiwijaya.

“yo wes if that, look back first. Ntar if you are done with a flip flick, you know how to eyang uti you toh” said Adiwijaya reminded Sabrina how the nature of his wife who is easily anxious.

“iya eyang” said Sabrina smiled sweetly.

“ Yes already, Eyang back first assalamualaikum” said Adiwijaya, Sabrina grabbed the hand eyang kissed the polite back of his hand.

“waalaikum hail eyang” Sabrina stared at the back of Adiwijaya who stepped away leaving her. Those beautiful eyes stared at the batik cloth he was working on, again he continued to paint batik.

Adiwijaya accompanied by his accountant standing in front of the factory, his old eyes had seen the accompaniment of a black luxury car that away went.

Looks like someone came to buy batik, but why do I feel calm seeing the car muttered Adiwijaya staring at the black car that had gone away.

“Big master....big master Again ngopo? (big master....big master what are you doing?” Asked the accountant looking in the same direction as Adiwijaya.

“no, I was like knowing a car that just left here. Ah... maybe the car is the same, Alright I go back home now if there is anything immediately tell me” said Adiwijaya, his old eyes looked at the motorcycle taxi driver who had been a subscription.

“Good big sir” the accountant resigned to continue his work.

“please big sir” greet the taxi driver while handing over the helmet to wear Adiwijaya.

“makasih.. take to home yo” said Adiwijaya ride motor ojek. The usual stick in his use in the clamp on the left armpit with both hands holding the shoulder of the ojeker

“Okaya big sir” the motorcycle taxi driver began to stater the motor, the motor then walked towards the residence Adiwijaya.

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Adiwijaya residence looks very beautiful, green plants thrive while in sirami pak Slamet. There was a whistle from a pack of Slamets that hummed one of the songs belonging to an old singer with the nickname Father of broken heart.

Thiins.... Thiins.... Thiins....

“alahot.... Aden Cakra, ndak ndak say anyway if you want to come. I can pick up”, said Mr. Slamet to open the gate.

“hahaha... Intentionally ndak said Mr. Slamet, would like to give a surprise to both father and mother” said Cakra, said,

“Monggo.... Monggo.... Please enter” said mr. Slamet. Cakra went back into the car and took his car into the courtyard of Adiwijaya residence. Several other luxury cars were seen following Cakra's car.

A question mark appeared in the heart of Mr. Slamet when he saw some cars that he did not know, the cars were parked lined up in the courtyard of the spacious residence. Cakra's car was parked in the garage of the house, everyone in the car was down.

Mr. Slamet stared at the old man who seemed to know him, but he did not dare to greet him afraid if later wrong people. The old man who was none other than Candra Wiguna smiled warmly greeting the Slamet pack.

“assalamualaikum Slamet” Sapa Candra is friendly, she still remembers Slamet who has worked for a very long time in the Adiwijaya family. Mr. Slamet looked puzzledly at Candra who called out her name.

“waalaikum greetings sir... Mr....” said Mr. Slamet hesitantly greeted Candra smiling kindly towards him.

“have you forgotten about me Slamet? I was Candra Adi's best friend when I was in school,” said Candra reminded Mr. Slamet of his close friend Adiwijaya.

“Mr Candra...” pack Slamet hesitantly call Candra's name.

“iya this is me Candra, I have been leaving this city for many years, it turns out that there have been many changes here” said Candra. Mr. Slamet smiled and courted Candra.

“oalaaah. Wah mister Candra ndak changed a lot is still handsome like before” praise pak Slamet.

“changed Slamet, I used to be strong and dashing now I am old also have grandchildren. O yes Adi where, why is it quiet?” Candra stared at the desolate Adiwijaya residence.

“big master is going to the Tuan” batik factory, said Mr. Slamet.

Andhini and Ningsih were in the family room astonished to hear the noise and the car in the yard. It flashed in their minds that Arman had come back to make a mess, clearly drawn on their faces of worry and anxiety.

“Assalamualaikum... Mbak...” heard the voice of Cakra and Wulan greet them. As breaths of air rang out from Andhini and Ningsih, they immediately got up from their seats to approach Cakra and Wulan.

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