My Lovely Driver's

3

"Eh, Miss Natasha" Mr. Amar was a little surprised to see the presence of the child carrying his superior and from behind the door.

"Don't call Mommy sir, I've said it repeatedly.."

Nata placed a basket of fruit and two boxes of brownies on top of a small cupboard by the side of the bed. Then greet Mr. Amar with a smile like a child for his father.

"Nice Mom. Cook your own boss call names"

"The son of the Father who just worked 4 days just call me the name of the time sir. Cook his father who has been working 5 years together, and I consider him a brother, call him Mom.. My old age is mah.." The woman pulled out a chair and sat on it.

"Lukman, you called your boss by his name!?" Ask the father with growing netra.

"It's only been a month for the driver, Dad. Don't be formal times.." Then sit on the bed beside the father, grinning.

"But he's dad's boss"

"Father's orders, but my friend's in high school first"

"He didn't fuck around, did he?" Ask Mr. Amar full of investigation.

"Sort of sir, but it can still be overcome. Still want to work together even though there are so many behavior" Nata chuckled.

"Eh there's a guest apparently" A woman greeted from behind.

Nata turned to find a figure in a blue headscarf who had a face exactly with the temporary driver, but in the female version.

"Surely this is Lukman's twin?" Nata asked with intonation as if he did not need an answer.

"Yes... Na'as once I'm a twin to her Ma'am" Mariam smiled, extending her hand.

"Yes, I can imagine it" Nata said, both of them laughing like they were meeting a fellow.

"Is it Na'as? When mom left to take you along, you cried even hit me..! Girls all that time yeah, baby but prestige!" lukman said with confidence.

"Sir Dion is still troubling you?" Mr. Amar hurriedly shifted the topic of conversation

"Still Sir. Dion will continue to pursue the same as long as I have not been someone else's wife. So yesterday I said I was just someone's wife, because I had run out of ways to kick her out"

"Wife people?"

"Hehehe. I want to be his wife Lukman. We pretended we married Sirri. Let Dion not bother anymore" Nata grinned.

"Ooo..Quickly this little boy suddenly handsome. I was last night when the young doctor came. You-you're your own child! Ohah..”

“Aren't you afraid of unloading the drama Mommy?" ask Mariam to get into a conversation.

"It's okay. If we unravel ntar we really marry directly.." lick Lukman while then plucking a banana.

"Lukmann! Mouth guarded..!" Mr. Amar landed a blow on his son's thigh.

Then there are the words of Mr. Amar which was answered by a joke by the child. Nata watched his third play which was very close, looking happy, so warm even without a mother in their midst.

"Sir, I have to go back to the office first. Get well quickly" said Nata after spending several tens of minutes watching the family's furore.

"Oh yes, ma'am.. Thanks for visiting so much. Later if my child makes a behavior, in the thud until asking for forgiveness"

"Sip Sir. If you already get permission from my father mah more spirit of his thud" then turn to the object of conversation triumphantly.

"Ciye... Who has not yet become a father-in-law and son-in-law, but already compact so want to thump people.. Ciyeee..." Lukman then passed by unconcernedly, leaving the face gawking at the people behind him.

****

The sun has returned to the contest for a while, but there are still many people who fill the streets. I don't know what is so pursued that willing to spend part of the age disappearing in highway traffic jams. Then Lukman realized, he instead found himself also part of a human who still has not returned home. Just like the others.

He opened the glass while glancing at the convex lens on the outside of the car, after several times looking at the reflection of the cabin mirror like someone was following them. Although it looks indifferent, in fact Lukman has a sharp vision.

"Nata, it's like someone's been following us"

Nata looked behind the car. It took a while for the woman to guess.

"That's Dion, pardon that man!" Nata pinched his temple.

"Well, he's stuck, keep fighting! How do I get a nutty?"

"I think he's investigating something"

"You mean, he's not sure we're married yet?"

"Yes, especially. He knows I'm still going home after Magrib. He must want to know where you're going!"

"Somewhere?"

"I know his character well Lukman"

"So how is it?"

"Yes, go home. I would like to go home again. At least you're sitting at home for an hour until he stops stalking"

"Remain, just an hour? Ntar also ask for nambukan. keenakan!" lukman said a little teasingly.

"Yes, one hour. It could be only half an hour if he goes home!" Nata nags himself.

"How many maids in the house?" Lukman asked as he entered the living room filled with luxurious furniture and unique crystals inside.

"Before five, but since Father and Mother moved to Bogor, only three live. One for cooking, one for laundry, one for cleaning. The other two were taken to Bogor with their mother. Oia what do you want to drink? Ask the one who opened the door. His name is Bi Ikom. I'm gonna take a shower first"

The owner of the house left Lukman who began to enjoy a variety of wall displays, ranging from expensive paintings, charters, to family photos. Nata is very similar to his mother.

"Said Mr. Dirman, Dion's car is still visible near our house" said Nata down the stairs when returning after changing clothes.

He just called a securitnya, Mr. Dirman just worked a week there. The security guard asked Nata to get out of the back fence and scout back. His uniformless appearance makes it easy to see the cool Dion staring at Nata's house from a distance, especially towards the part of their room first.

"So what am I supposed to do here? A snail?"

"Maybe you can help mop up the house, ngosek bathroom, build a temple, prepare yourself if aliens attack the earth, or whatever it is" replied Nata origin make Lukman stare annoyed while blabbing his lips

Then he started grabbing the device, checking several platforms.

"Eh, I see your assistant who's cooking part looks like a bad flu. After making me a Lemon tea, she went to the room. Though want mintain made what hot food, that's" Lukman holding his stomach a hunger signal.

"I ordered online, huh? I'm hungry too "

Nata remembered that this morning had already told Bi Ikom not to serve dinner because Nata planned to meet with an old friend. But he forgot to tell me that dinner outside was off.

"Oldness. Rich people's homes usually fill the refrigerator must be complete. Let me just cook. Where's kitchen?'

Nata pointed Lukman towards the back right, past the living room. Unlike the house, the kitchen looks more worthy than the living room though.

Not narrow, it does not appear that the pile of dirty dishes has not been washed, there is no pan that has a blackened bottom, all looks clean and awake.

Lukman then opened a refrigerator that was almost three times the size of his body, then checked some materials. There are some balls and pudding, but this time Lukman is not interested in sweet foods.

"Is there a Noodle or a Spaghetti or something?"

Nata opened the closet where to store various noodles. Lukman picked up a pack of egg noodles.

The owner of the house then began to sit back and watch the man busy peeling onions, then blending them with some other spices. Nata always likes to see a shrewd man in the kitchen, he really enjoys Lukman then and then with his knife.

"You're good at cooking?"

"Since mother left, Mariam and I took turns cooking at home. After leaving the child until we got used to Magh's pain, we finally could cook ourselves" he replied then sauteed onions and shrimp, then put the seasoning that had been mashed earlier.

"You can't cook? rich people are usually lazy to cook" Lukman alleged.

"When I went to high school I cooked a few times, our lives improved a little bit when I was in college. There were no helpers either. Yes, but then it rarely cooks either. During my marriage, I was often invited by Dion to eat out. We often snack outside"

"Yes your ex-husband is indeed a talent outside, either in denotation or connotation"

"You're a bitch, it's good I'm telling you there's even a slit to make my face sour"

"Why do you think he cheated?" Tanya Lukman then turned her back on the cooking, seeing the cool Nata peeling the fruit.

"Perhaps because my body is less bohay and less bad, unlike the cheap woman I went to in the hotel" replied Nata while fluttering his nose, greeted with laughter Lukman. Then he returned to the focus of cooking, the aroma of delicacy was out to arouse appetite.

"I have an idea"

"What?"

"In my room there's a balcony outside. Back when it was Dion, we liked to sit there at night and have tea together. If we eat the noodles there.... I think from the point where Satan lurks, we'll see there" The man was just a beard digesting Nata's intentions while pouring noodles into two dishes. Then walk behind him to the second floor.

"Your room is huge, but it's a shame to sleep alone. Bed mattresses are as good as this there is no amorous practice on it"

If you do not remember there is a Noodle in both hands Lukman, Nata will certainly throw it with anything.

"Eh, he's still there. We're starting yes!" said Nata glanced to the north of the house and then fed a spoon of noodles to the man in front of him.

"You are acting. I want to eat, really hungry" and then put the processed food on a small round table on the balcony, Nata then sat down to taste it.

"That's so good, mah. If not you apply to be a cook just here" said Nata with a full mouth.

"If you propose to another?" Reply while grabbing a glass ago, grinning. Nata is not interested in discussing the 'lamaran' in question.

"Lukman I'm mouthwashing ya" Pinta Nata wants to do a scene like in FTV. Using his thumb, he rubbed the surface of Lukman's lips very slowly. Both develop the most beautiful smile, making both of them seem to forget to pretend.

"Eh, it's like Dion's car went straight through the gas"

"What right?" Nata looked back.

Surely there was no more reconnaissance under the tree in front of his house, then both laughed out loud. Suddenly Nata let out a voice from his enormous abdominal cavity.

"But you are! Small body, big compound! "

They both laughed again.

"Eh, you go home there. Kasian Mariam at your father's guard house. You're eating here, accompanied by a pretty girl"

"Girl?! Widow is right...!"

Then Lukman laughed again, greeted by a box of tissue that floated into his face.

"Lukmaaaa....!!!"