
"Mami.. mami crying again? Where's daddy?" Bella asked, when she saw Berta coming out with her eyes moist.
"Ssttt. Already, your daddy is in the room. Let's go to the mall..." Said Berta, holding Bella's hand.
"Hmmm. mam, Bella's not coming. Mami's with Paijo alone both yes."
"Where are you going?" Tanya Berta was curious.
"Bella's lazy to come along,"
"Why? What was? Where's tumben?" Berta's Cecar.
"Hmmm... Mom, Bella can go to Bali?"
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly going to Bali?"
"Nothing, just a few days saha kok mam,"
"Who's same? Frans?" Ask Berta, worried.
"No, it's right after him." Say Bella with the end of the sound choked.
"Oh, he's waiting for you there. You guys want a vacation?" Ask Berta again.
Bella did not answer Berta's question. He just smiled and lowered his gaze.
"How yes, mommy doesn't let you go. It's just.... Hmmmm.. Mami doesn't believe Frans ah... Your time together there, if anything happens how?"
"Yes, how do you go?" Ask Bella.
"Well, when are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow, now where there's a flight there. Anyway, Bella's waiting for news from Noel,"
"Noel?" Tanya Berta, while remembering the name of the man who had just been mentioned by Bella.
"Yes Noel, Bella's friend when she was studying S1."
"Ohhh, yes.. Same with Noel, too, you guys?"
Bella just smiled clumsily answering Berta's question.
"Yes already, let's leave tomorrow. But same mom,"
"Mommy!"
"Yes, you'll be in the same room as Frans! I won't let you!" Firmly Berta, while walking towards the yard of their house.
"Yes, I didn't, when I went to her room, I wasn't married to her."
"Yes good dong, you realize that you are not married to him. But, mom still won't let you go after her alone. Anyway, mommy took you there. If you want to go both is okay. But remember, sleep with your mom!" Said Berta while moving into the car that will be driven by the Typhoon.
"But mi...."
"No but-but!" Firmly Berta, while closing the car door.
Bella fell silent and looked at Berta who was waving her hands to him. Then, Bella looked at the Typhoon who rushed into the car.
"Hhhhhhhh...! It sucks!" Screeched Bella.
Bella returned to her house and passed Pongki who was about to go to the family room.
"Bella," Papa Pongki. However, the girl ignored Pongki's call. With his hurried steps, he headed to his room.
Pongki was silent. Now, it's not just Berta who hates himself. But even her son doesn't like her anymore. With a sad heart, and feeling alone, Pongki sat on the sofa in his living room.
Pongki's words, clearly heard in the ears of Typhoon who uses a special tool that is always stuck in his ear. During this time, Typhoon always wear the tool, just not visible to anyone, because the Typhoon covered him with his long bangs, which he turned to the side to cover his ears.
"He wants to repent?" Inner Typhoon. There is actually a sense of pleasure in the heart of the Typhoon. It's just, he must immediately uncover Pongki's dirty business, as soon as possible. However, Pongki has enjoyed the results of the business and has helped damage the young generation in the country. Whether to repent or not, Pongki still had to languish in prison.
"Paijo,"
"Np...Iya kanjeng mami," Sahut Typhoon yaang was a little dreamy thinking of Pongki.
"You know the Mall is close to Bella's college, right?"
"Ta-know kanjeng mami,"
"We're there, yeah,"
"Iya kanjeng mami," Sahutnya again.
"You why Paijo? Think what? Don't bengong ah if you're driving," Tegur Berta.
"Ah, don't go to mami. I was just thinking, how to be a rich man like Mr. Pongki boss. I yo kepengen kanjeng mami, like a boss sir that."
Jeepbbb..!
Berta was silent at the speech of the Typhoon. During this time, she continued to boast of her husband's successful business, to his acquaintances. Now, after she found out that Pongki's main business was not a legal business, she began to feel embarrassed to boast of her husband.
"Paijo, if you have money, you better do good business. So that the money you get is a blessing, and hopefully you can be a successful person with the results of your own sweat."
Typhoon began to catch, if Berta already knew the dirty business of her husband.
"When did she know her husband's business was dirty?" Typhoon Mumbles.
"Rich is slowly better, than rich is bad. You hear that Paijo?"
"I-i-iya kanjeng mami" said Typhoon.
"I also pray for you, so that one day the rigid can be a successful person. You are handsome, kind, honest and respectful to your parents. Actually, it's a pity you didn't finish school and work like this. You want me to attend school package? Let's get a diploma?" Ask Berta.
Typhoon fell silent, he glanced at Berta who was sitting behind him.
"Oh Allah, very kind mother Berta. What if she finds out, if I'm the one who's going to catch her husband's dirty business hand, and is going to imprison her husband" Inner Typhoon.
"Want to?" Ask Berta again.
"Ah... that problem, can I go to mami?" Ask Typhoon, pretend stupid.
"Can dong, what are you graduates?" Ask Berta.
"I, a graduate of Sd kanjeng mami."
"Your age?"
"Thirty, two years. I am old kanjeng mami. Can I get into SMP?"
"Heheheheh, not in Junior High Paijoooo. Take the package B exam. But, your age is that, I also do not know whether or not, later I ask my friend yes..."
"Hehehe... Thank you kanjeng mami. Kanjeng mami is very good with me."
"Sama-sama, I really like you Paijo. Since you're a good boy, that's why I'm good with you, too,"
The cyclone smiled from behind his wheel. A smile worried about Berta's kindness. Somehow later, what happens, will Berta hate himself as a Typhoon?
Just this time, the Typhoon involved feelings while on duty. She felt Berta was exactly like her mother. A gentle and firm woman, also kind. While Pongki, since Typhoon spoke from the heart of the night with Pongki, Typhoon can conclude that Pongki is a kind man. Although the business is dirty, but the reflection of goodness is clearly visible from the face and the way he behaves. Coupled with Bella, the Typhoon quietly began to feel a sense of comfort with the girl. He had only known the girl for a few days.
"The one who created the dilemma!" Typhoon Mumbles.