My Friend in Grandpa Village

Chapter 34

Tuttt

One call ignored. Dena was not discouraged. Again he called the number. The fourth call was finally answered.

"Hello."

"Sister."

"..."

"It's Dena."

"Astaghfirullah's. Who do you think that's why I'm not adopted."

"Hehe, not pa-pa, brother. Oh yeah, you're home?"

"No, Deck. Why is that?"

"Later to come home from the office you can stop by here, right?"

"To your house? Why the hell, Dek?"

"Sister... Can I buy martabak not?"

"Honey, tell Pak Harto to buy martabak later." said Wira.

"Syutt." Dena put her phone away and told her to shut up.

"Mmmmm how, Deck..."

"Come, Brother. Dena wants it. All of you boba in front of the office is a fruit apple?" dena whine

"Oke-deh. You just send the address later Brother there."

"What will you come here for?"

"Sister riding the bike, Deck?"

"Owh, am I closing, brother? Assalamu'alaikum, may you survive to the destination."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, yes, Deck."

"Darling..."

"Syuttt. Yes you know, Pa."

"Don't get rid of people, honey. Who knows, this guy is busy."

"Once in a while make people bother, Pa." replied Dena who was still fiddling with her Papa's phone.

Trings

One message managed to steal his attention. Dena immediately saw the incoming message through the green application.

"Astaghfirullah, Aunt. Amad's demen."

With his deft hand Dena replied to the message with a pretty poignant answer.

[Aunty less caresses huh? Here, I give you a proboscis.]

One message at a time elephant trunk image stickers make girls want to feel like they are clicking. He covered his mouth with one hand.

"Is there anything amused, dear?"

"Nothing, Dad. There are aunts lacking the trunk of an elephant." he said random.

"Are you seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay."

Dena checked her Papa's body temperature which turned out to be hot did not go down, even slightly up than earlier.

"Why sleep?"

"Father, don't sleep, honey. I just woke up."

"What's Papa's turf going to do?"

"Can you get Papa's laptop in the briefcase?"

"No work!"

"Come, Honey. Papa just wants to check the file."

"No, Papa!" refuse Dena put on a fierce face.

"Just a minute. Please..."

"Five minutes?"

"Fool."

Dena got up, picked up her Papa briefcase lying on the sofa and pulled out her laptop.

Dena then gave me the laptop and the files that her father had requested.

"5 minutes!"

"Yes, honey, yes."

"Awas boong."

Sure enough, 5 minutes later Dena immediately took the laptop. Makes the Hero frown a little annoyed yet unable to do anything.

"Again pain also even maxain work. Papa's money already knows a lot."

"Let there be more, Unfortunately Papa. Let's get you some foya-foya."

"I don't need Papa's money. All I need is Papa."

"Ultuhuluh. More dear Papa to you. Here's Papa's hug." The hero stretched out his hands so that Dena could enter his arms.

Dena immediately crunched into that warm embrace. It felt very comfortable, as if the burden disappeared instantly.

Kruyukk

The sound that disrupts the harmony of the child and Papa when Dena's stomach sounds thrashing to want to be fed nutrition.

Wira let go of her embrace then looked at Dena full of probing. "You haven't had lunch?"

Dena looked up at her row of white teeth.

"Haish! Jaudah there! Lunch was asking Bibik in the kitchen."

"Later on, Pa. Wait for Dena's order."

"Don't expect, Sayangggg. Who knows, he can't. Eat first gih.. later finish eating new can come here again."

"Yes, ish! Paap ribet."

Dena put up a manyun face, forced to go downstairs for lunch. Long enough he was in the kitchen because the waiter had to cook Dena food.

"Tok... tok..."

"Come, Bik!" decalogue.

"Excuse me, Mister. There's a guest in front said Non Dena's man."

"Oh yeah? Hmmmm... Dena's still in the kitchen, Bik?"

"Yes, Sir. Just ate 'cause the food's just ripe."

"Just let me, Bik, welcome him."

"No, Mister. Let Bibik. Sir still hurts to have a lot of rest."

"No pa-pa, Bik. Counting sports to be healthy."

"Well, if that's what you want, sir. Then I go back to the back to make a drink."

"Please, Bik."

With a slow step the Hero exits the room and descends the stairs carefully. At the end of the stairs he saw his daughter still eating lunch. The man did not bother. Finally, he himself welcomed the guest.

"Eh? W-wi-ra..."

"Hmmm..."

"I-it's b-father's son ta-di, P-ak..."

"Yes. Just keep it on the table."

"Good, sir."

"Then I say goodbye, sir. It's gonna be night."

"Wouldn't go see Dena?"

"Next time, sir. I'm afraid it'll be late."

"Wait a minute."

The hero reached into his pants pocket. The feeling was that he was saving some money.

"Oh yeah. This is! Just take it to pay for it."

"Mmmm no, sir."

"Don't argue with your boss."

"But, sir, this is at home, automatically you are not my boss anymore except in the office eh..." Cahya cursed the mouth of her bucket which she easily said that.

"And if I'm not your boss at home. Then...why do you call me Father?" The hero attacked.

"That, Sir. Anu..."