My husband's a servant's son

Episode 20's

Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

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Along the way Jaka became the subject of attention of people because of his appearance office, but he still uses a butut motorbike. Jaka who did not want to take a headache did not pay attention to it. He was still focused on riding his motorbike until he was not aware that in front there was a raid.

"What's the rame-rame?" gumman Jaka was astonished to see many policemen and other motorists there.

When he wanted to pass through the street, suddenly one of the policemen stopped him.

"For Sir, what is the need sir?" asked Jaka innocently.

"Why don't you wear a helmet? And why are you wearing a butut motorbike like a gini?" the police asked back strictly.

"If butut kayak gini too But this is very valuable to me Sir. But if it's a helmet problem. Mmm, sir ..."

"What anu?" ask the police.

"Failing in the village of Pak, hehehe .." replied Jaka while grinning like a horse.

"Alesan only! Now show your SIM and STNK!" said the police officer was firm.

"Annu ... It was also left behind in the village of Pak, hehehe .." said Jaka reasoned.

"Many reasons! If so you have to pay a fine, pay a fee!" said Mr. police firmly.

"My wallet is also missing, sir. Nothing here, nothing here either. I forgot to bring it," said Jaka while reaching into all his pants pocket which turned out to be true there was no contents.

"Any! Butut motorbike, do not wear helmet, SIM and STNK also do not exist. Money doesn't have, it looks like a rich man. But truth? Mmm, hadeh dizzy ... dizzy ..." oceh Mr. police while kneeling his temple.

"What money is there sir, do I want to take it first in the village? Hmm if I take the problem first it will certainly be long, at least tomorrow I arrive here. Even if I can I will not come back here again," said Jaka innocently.

"Hadeh, now you push up 100 times!" pinta Pak the police.

"No less sir?" ask Jaka casually.

"200 times!"

"It's still less for the house sir."

"Hadeh, 90 times!" the police officer said unconsciously.

"Lack of Sir."

"50 times!"

"That's also still lacking sir!"

"500 times!" said the police officer raised it again.

"There's still a lot of lack, sir."

"Yes 5 times! Cepet lakain now do not keep nawar!" the police officer said he was still unconscious.

"Assiopp ... Sir," said Jaka while respecting and directly obeying orders from the police.

"One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Li ... Ma ... Yes Sir!"

"Why five?" ask the police astonished.

"There was the last request of Mr. five, try the father of fretting again. I didn't hear wrong sir" said Jaka with a sinless face.

The police officer was silent at the thought of his last words telling Jaka to push up, "Yes, too, that was the last thing I said to you was Lima!" he said while having a head.

"Is that true sir?"

"Assiapp sir, I'll throw it into the house. Don't go to the stinking garbage can" said Jaka. "If so I say yes sir, Assalammu'alaikum!" he said he was happy to be free too. He just left right away.

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About an hour later. Jaka just arrived at the company's 'Alexander group'. Because it does not poultice the road makes it have to take a little long to get there.

"Duh, pack everything late again. Surely it will be amuk again inismah," said Jaka restless who is still in the parking lot.

"Eh look, that's the guy from yesterday with Mr. Devan. Now he's in the office riding a motorbike butut like that anyway? Pfffttt .." said one of the employees to his friend who accidentally saw Jaka wearing his butut motorbike.

"Dad, only this time there are people who dare to use a motorbike like that. Hahaha .." said his friend.

While Jaka paid no heed to it, he chose to head straight for Salma's room. Because even though he had become an employee in his wife's office, he should not be careless.

With the feeling still agitated Jaka directly entered the elevator without any fear. Which he fears now with the anger of Salma, because if the matter of work for sure he will be very serious.

"Huftt ... You need to calm down Jaka don't panic!" jaka said with a long sigh that had just arrived at the door of Salma's room.

Gts ... Gts ... Ht ...!

Jaka knocked on the door of the room very carefully while closing his eyes.

"Lake in!" salma's voice came from across the street telling him to come in.

Slowly the door opened and saw Salma who was busy struggling with leftop and his files.

Jaka began to slowly move his legs towards Salma, "Excuse me Ma'am ... Ma-" Jaka hasn't finished, and Salma has cut it off.

"Lo!? Where did this new clock come from?! See now what time is it?! Oh I know, is it because of my husband's moaning. You can come too late! That mean?!" oceh Salma while folding her hands over her chest.

"Sorry Mom, there was a rajia. I was late as I thought I would, again I apologize Ms. .." said Jaka while looking down.

"Aren't there a lot of reasons?! Rajia what? Rajia the one who likes to laze around? Is that? I passed by also adem-adem aja no rajia or anything!" salma said firmly.

"Sorry Mom, I'm really sorry. I promise I won't repeat" Jaka said apologizing.

"It's because I'm good this time, so I'm sorry! Now quickly do your job! Just watch until I repeat!" salma pinta.

"Good Mom!" said Jaka who directly obeyed Salma's orders.

They are also refocused on their respective tasks. Suddenly the sound of the door opening.

Cklek!

"Hi Sal, you Pakabar?" greet a handsome man who just came in.

Salma who was still focused on her work looked up slowly, "Who is it? Uh Reza, where the hell are you going. I miss," he said as he moved from his seat and immediately rushed into the arms of the man named Reza.

While Reza just smiled while returning a hug from Salma, "Gue is not going anywhere, hehehe. I also miss, even my miss is heavier than Lo," Reza said after releasing his embrace.

"Anyway can."

"Don't wait, d-who is he?" reza asked while pointing at Jaka who seemed to still focus on his work.

Salma knitted her eyebrows while looking towards the direction Reza pointed at, "Oh she's my secretary," Salma replied casually.

'Her face? His face is almost similar to Papah. Is he his son? But where possible, when I was Papah did not have any more children besides me and Rara. I am the same Rara whose children do not look alike, even we are more like Mamah. Is this just a coincidence?' batin Reza was confused when she saw Jaka's face which was almost similar to her Papah.

"Hey, Reza! Even dumbly," said Salma disperse the daydream of the man in front of him.

"Why is that why?"

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