Moon In Hugs

Chapter 222

“So what's your job, Dit?”

“In the military, Uncle. But he resigned. I was elected to the special forces for the last few years.”

Uncle Salim did not understand Aditya's various explanations next, but clearly he now felt plong. There's nothing to worry about his nephew anymore. There was no longer a mystery about Aditya that he needed to question.

Aditya had no idea how much money he had left saved through Mister Yori. Well, the remaining money that later he will use to take care of Uncle Salim in the rest of his life, also improve the village facilities that are not feasible.

The plan apparently made Ratna think of something.

“I have an idea, Dit,” said.

“What is it?”

“How about we cooperate, build a resort here. This village is not well known to people. The place is so beautiful. Not only help your village, but the resort later will also help the economy of residents around.”

The idea is certainly very good. Aditya. And, Frita was definitely getting jealous.

Frita said, “Tak needn't bother. Thanks for your idea. But let me be the joint venture Aditya about the resort.”

“Oh, no. I'm the one with the idea. So I'm entitled, Frita. The three of us can do it too. I have absolutely no problem,” replied Ratna.

Frita.

The two looked at each other like they wanted to prey on each other. Aditya can only pat the jidat. Yusi and Deri also just looked down, wanted to laugh but hesitated. Only Uncle Salim was gawking and astonished, actually what was the problem that befell Aditya's two female friends?

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When it comes to dinner, Frita and Ratna finally begin to reconcile. Now what they face is a business problem as well as a plan for the future for Aditya village. Both of them seemed busy discussing, determining the design and theme and who knows what else for their resort.

Only Aditya who saw this plan was not something good. There will definitely be unpleasant events, especially Ratna still looks like she has not given up on him. At that time Aditya seemed bored observing Frita and Ratna from the direction of the dining table.

Uncle Salim who was assisted by Deri in the kitchen, stepped in and looked at the niece's face. He whispered, “I don't know who they are, Dit. But Uncle just doesn't like it.”

“Why is that so, Uncle?” tanya Aditya awakens from her daydream.

“Brawl at home people so. Really not polite. The people of that city I don't think everything is as good as Diana. Too bad he has to come home tomorrow morning. I've invited him to dinner here.”

Aditya was getting moody as soon as he knew the plan.

Not so long. Diana and her father came. The nine of them, including Garin, ate together at a table that was not too wide. And apparently can enjoy the cuisine made by Deri who do not know how interested in learning culinary lately.

“Other times you have to help my papa often if there is an event at home, Deri,” Ratna said.

“I'm ready, Ma'am,” reply Deri with pleasure.

Not much was said that time. Since Diana was going home tomorrow morning, Aditya knew the right talk and started asking about the script that Diana had just finished.

“Oh, so you're a writer?” asked Frita enthusiastically, who now could not possibly feel jealous of Diana, because Aditya did not look so interested in her, and Diana also did not act strangely.

“Iya,” Diana replied.

After explaining some of the titles of his book that has been published, Frita immediately jumped up in excitement, because it turns out he had read Diana's work and liked it. It was a coincidence that again felt strange in Aditya's eyes. Frita looks no longer as beautiful as before, while Ratna still does not talk much and looks at Aditya with an impression that is difficult to explain.

“Part of you is not around, Bro,” said Deri with a laugh.

Garin can only laugh until his eyes water, but from the toilet room.

Luckily there is Mr. Bambang who is willing to board his living room by Yusi, Deri, and Garin to sleep overnight. While Ratna and Frita sleep in Aditya's room, and Aditya himself sleeps in the uncle's living room that night.

There was no sound between the two girls, but Uncle Salim suddenly came out and asked Aditya to talk.

“Uncle is more pleased that all your affairs are in order, Dit.”

“Means?” sahut Aditya.

“Yes, you are not married yet. Looks like you're lonely.”

“Then I look lonely anyway, Uncle? From what?” reply Aditya laughed softly.

“This,” said Uncle Salim while pointing at Aditya's eye pouch.

Ah, yes, he was too tired of all that. He is saturated and honestly he wants to start a new chapter with a wife soon.

“This is not a sign of loneliness, but lack of rest, Uncle!” aditya tried to sound cheerful.

Uncle Salim did not respond to Aditya's jokes. He said Aditya wanted to marry a girl like Diana. Only, there was no other Diana in their world other than that kind writer.

“But, Diana is already like my own sister, Uncle,” Aditya said.

“And you prefer one of the women who sleep in your room?” said Uncle Salim.

Aditya did not dare to answer.

“At least Diana has proven she is a worthy figure for you. Irresistible like the people of the city generally,” said Uncle Salim.

Aditya can only. That Uncle does not know that the city people are not much uracan. Depends on the guy. But he did not want to argue with his own uncle like in the past.

Aditya just said, “Uncle, we don't know Diana already has a partner or not, right? Uncle also did not know Diana's feelings for me.”

“Yes, not yet. But, I think you already have feelings for him,” said Uncle Salim sure.

“Kok can?” Aditya laughed again.

“Yes, because you helped her from Dirga's disorder. Though you have heard he is the son of Mr. Lurah who likes arbitrarily and justifies all means.”

“Well, what else can I do, Uncle? A girl is bullied, yes I also have to help. It's not because I like it. After all, he has helped Uncle a lot, hasn't he?”

They no longer continued the conversation because Uncle Salim was getting sleepy. He just said, “That was my advice, Dit. Can you take it, can also not be followed if your feelings say another.”

Aditya just nodded and looked at the back of the uncle disappearing behind the door of the room.

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