My Father is Not a Criminal

Part 49's

After Winda left from inside her room, Rika looked that was smiling cunningly.

"We'll see, Miss Winda! Don't call me Rika, if I get your husband I can't. Now you may act before me, but later, the time will come for you to bow at my feet, hoping for mercy. Yes, it will happen, because I'm sure, your husband will bend his knees to me" Rika muttered with a grin.

Bik Sari who saw Winda coming out of Rika's room with a crumpled look, immediately made a cup of warm tea, to calm her employer.

Tok.tok.

"Dad, it's Auntie. Can Auntie come in?"

"Yes, Bik. Just enter!" suhut Winda from behind the door.

"This, Nyah. Aunty makes warm tea, let the Madam's mood be good again."

Bik Sari handed over the cup she was carrying, and Winda immediately gulped down the contents greedily.

"Thank you, Bik. This aunt is indeed the one who understands me the most, deh."

"Yes, Nyah. Kan Aunty who took care of Madam since orok. Aunty can understand what the Madam wants without having to ask."

Winda hugged Bik Sari and shed his tears there. The old woman patted the back of the Madam who looked shaken holding a sob.

"Patience, Nyah! All evil intentions will never work, as long as we are with God. Let God alone avenge all, we need only be silent and see."

"But it hurts so much, Bik. Because Pel*kor did it right in front of my eyes. She's been blatantly showing her fangs, hik hik."

"Auntie doesn't think, either, Nyah. That shame guy has broken up. I was helped but I don't know how to return the favor. Dogs never bite the hand that feeds them. But this is a man, his behavior is worse than a dog, anyway?"

"If it wasn't for Bang Sueb's wife, I wouldn't care about her, Bik. Auntie knows how Bang Sueb is with this family, especially Tasya. He already considers Tasya like his own son. I thought his wife was, too, quite inversely proportional to her husband."

"If you say, Auntie, fire, Nyah! Keep driving out of here, it's not good to keep a lion cub, one day he can pounce on us."

"Yes, Bik. I'll talk to Dika. Thanks for the advice, I love Auntie."

Bik Sari smiled, then said goodbye to continue her work in the kitchen. While Winda prepared to go to the computer workshop, met her husband.

Rika who had dressed up pretty, because she was about to pick Tasya up to school, became astonished. The bike he used to wear, it wasn't in the garage. Irritated, Rika meets Bik Sari who is cooking in the kitchen.

"BIK, WHERE'S MY BIKE?"

"Your motor? Since when do you have a motor?"

"Don't joke around, Bik. It's time I picked up Tasya. If because of Aunt's silliness, Tasya was late picked up and there was someone ny*lik, want responsibility?"

"Don't look at it, I'm older than you, don't be rude, you'll be good!"

"Quick tell me, where's my bike? Don't beat around the bush by the way."

Bik Sari approached Rika and pulled her collar. Rika who did not expect Bik Sari to dare to fight him, lost her guts.

"You're here just a messenger boy, babu, don't pretend to be a hostess. Mr. Dika is very in love with Madam Winda, there is no way to fall into your trap. Now you better get ready, pack your things! Because in a minute, you'll be kicked out of here."

Rika looked surprised, but in the next few seconds, the woman had appeared calm face again, like she had never heard of the threat of Bik Sari.

"We can prove who is right here! Cats even though they have been fed full with salmon, will definitely be treated as well when given salted fish," Rika said with a mocking smile.

Rika again breezed into her room, by slamming the door, making Bik Sari massaged her chest holding back her irritation.

At the workshop, Winda had just arrived from picking up Tasya. Dika welcomed his wife and son with a big smile.

"Lad..."

"Eh, Papa's son is home from school. Were you taught what the same Teacher was?"

"So Tasya at school drew the flag, Pa. The flag should be flying, and Tasya can't."

"Continue?"

"Tasya continued to cry."

"Lho's? How does Papa's son cry anyway? I should try again!"

"Try many times, but still can't. Tasya's flag won't fly."

"What's the picture, why don't you want to flutter?"

"The picture's using a ruler, Pa."

"Well, the beach doesn't want to flutter. Do not use a ruler, unless you want a picture of a flag that does not flutter."

"Oh, so yeah. Tasya doesn't know how."

"Eh, Yes! Mama wants to ask Tasya."

Winda cut the chatter of her husband and son, out of curiosity how her son thinks about Rika.

"Ask what, Ma?"

"If for example Tasya is not nurtured with Aunt Rica anymore, how?"

"What's the matter, Ma? Aunty Rika wants to go home again like yesterday?"

"It seems so, yes. Maybe Aunt Rica wants to get married again" said Winda as she glanced at her husband who seemed busy dismantling a laptop.

"Yes, ma. Kan Tasya is also big, already wants first class," said Tasya banga.

"Yes then, later Mama said the same Aunt Rika, if Mama's child is already big, so no need babysitter anymore."

"Keep, Tasya goes home to school, how about, Ma?" Dika asked.

"Just like that, Pa. If you can, Mama will pick you up. If you can't, replace Papa."

Vinda's profession as a midwife, making the working time of Vinda indeterminate. Sometimes someone wants to give birth in the middle of the night, or when the sun is right over the head. Everything should be well served. This sometimes makes Winda unable to pick up his son.

"Tasya would like to, Ma, Pa, ride a subscription motorcycle like other Tasya friends.

"Well, pinter son of Papa, have dared to go home alone ride ojek. Then Papa find first yes, ojeknya."

"Bareng and Lulu, Pa. Our house is close, we can go home together."

Winda and Dika agree to her daughter's proposal, and Dika intends to come to Lulu's house to discuss it.

Winda smiled, his plan to immediately expel Rika soon succeeded. His family will return to a comfortable atmosphere without any interference from, Rika.