My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XVIII

Teke teke teke tut tut!

The sound of the bulldozer (ground-flooring tractor) is quite noisy. Mr. Sena is very good at controlling these tractors. Go forward, match, then retreat backwards, advance forward again, then move the land elsewhere, and so on.

The sun was scorching, dust was also flying did not prevent the workers from doing their job. In order to get the value of rupiah, humans need to work hard, slam bones in order to be able to feed the wife's children at home.

Andreas wiped away the sweat that was pouring down his forehead. The brown t-shirt on his back was wet because of his own sweat. His white skin looks reddish in the sun. He also took shelter under an acid tree, occasionally writing something on the paper he was holding.

The construction work of St orphanages. Theresia has begun. He must immediately write a report to be delivered to Ben who is the leader of their team in the design section.

Mr. Ignas walked slowly towards Andreas with a smile. The brown skin is getting darker. Proving that he is a hard worker and dedicated. Mr. Ignas is the chief contractor for the construction of the orphanage of St. Theresia.

"It's too hot today. It hasn't rained for a week." He complains. Andreas just nodded.

"But it's good not raining either, because now the cashew is flowering. When it rains, all the flowers fall. It's all gone." He's making a sound again. Andreas silently listened, nodding.

"Sena!" yell Mr. Ignas suddenly, "get out here first, match parts here!" mr Ignas' orders. Mr. Sena turned his head, then nodded.

Teke teke teke teke teke, tut tut tut tut tut!

Mr. Sena turned back the tractor. Drive towards the direction indicated by Mr. Ignas. Dust was flying everywhere. Andreas coughing. He flicked his hand away from the dust entering his nasal cavity. Mr. Ignas also invited him to move places.

"Lay is a lot of dust, if it's this hot. But it's better. If it rains, the ground clings to it when we step," said Mr. Ignas, Andreas nodded in agreement.

"This is the land of Mr. Yos, right?" ask Mr. Ignas. Andreas nodded.

"Yes! Alex sir doesn't want to sell his land. He said the land was a family legacy. Now, it is hard to get land. Fortunately there was Yos sir who wanted to sell his land" he replied.

"really. The island of Flores is too small, all surrounded by sea. It is not easy to get land now. There are more and more grandchildren. Somehow they live." Mr. Ignas chimed in.

"Ahh, I almost forgot." Mr. Ignas patted his forehead, now they are resting under a thick flowering mango tree.

"Why, Sir?" tanyakanya.

"I just want to say that on Thursday only cement, sand and stone will be delivered here. I have told the workers too. Foundation construction starts Thursday." Andreas nodded.

He took a white piece of paper and handed it to Ignas.

"That's a picture of the structure of the orphanage construction building later," he said, "learn first. It was drawn by architects in our company" he continued, briefly explaining the location of each building and the space to be built later. Mr. Ignas nodded. After that they just chatted casually.

...***...

Day, night, close your eyes, open your eyes not felt like a month ago Andreas contracted at Mariana's house. His work in the city was actually completed a few weeks ago. However, father did not allow him to go home, as he still had an additional mission, 'looking for the father's son-in-law.'

However, until now, the mission has not been completed. Sometimes he wants to give up and tell his father that his son-in-law is married to another man, but he is unable to lie.

Andreas stuffed some banknotes into a white envelope. Then fold it, then walk outside the room looking for someone.

There was noise in the kitchen. Surely Tari is cooking, or is packing to clean the kitchen. Don't you expect Mariana, the Kribo she hasn't seen her nose in weeks.

This house is like a hotel only a temporary stopover for Mariana. Although they live on a roof, but, can be counted on the fingers several times they meet.

"Excuse me, Sis!" call Andreas courteous, not like he's calling Mariana, 'Eh! The kribo, that's a call to Mariana if they meet. Rough very.

Dance who was washing dishes, turned her head after her name was called.

"Yes, Mr. Ande!" He stopped his activities for a moment.

"I want to talk a little bit" he said a little nervously. Tried to neutralize his irregular heartbeat. This is how he deals with the opposite sex.

However, unlike when dealing with Mariana, there was no nervousness that he felt. Strange magical bin. Or maybe Mariana is a man disguised as a woman. 'Ihh, disgusting,' he shuddered in horror at imagining it.

"Look, Sis! I've been living here for a month, so I'm paying rent." He held the envelope he held. Dance grabbed it, then opened a glance at its contents, as it looked thick.

"Three hundred thousand! Our deal is only a hundred, sir!"

"Actually the agreement I just made, no intention to commit blackmail. I made it because I was upset with the Kribo it ...." Andreas was silent, not continuing his sentence.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Dance laughs. "The kribo! The name is appropriate for him" he said. Andreas smelled a smile.

"Sorry!" Andrew felt guilty.

"Not to apologize, sir. Actually we know, my brother also knows, that Mr. Ande was just playing him."

"He knows?"

Dance nodded. "He knows, it's just that he doesn't really think and care about things he takes for granted."

"O, then don't tell him, I pay three hundred."

Dance nodded, smiling meaningfully. "Okay," he answered.

"Thank you, Brother!" He pointed at the envelope that had already switched hands. "Thank you for being honest with me!" Andreas nodded in response, then passed into the living room.

...***...

The living room is only filled with noise from a four-sided black box placed on top of the closet and the noise of children dancing over toys.

While Dance was busy sulking hats for Noel, that was what she said earlier. The clock on the wall shows 8:30 WITA. Fendi was visiting a neighbor's house, he had also invited Andreas, but, the man refused.

Andreas is busy tinkering with Mariana's Huawei phone. Sometimes he gets upset by himself.

"This output hp knows how much it is, loading it like a snail." He grumbled slowly.

Dance who heard Andreas' grunts, smiled. "It's been four years, not even the big brother who bought it. He got a prize from a spinning wheel game." The voice dance explains without being asked.

"Sister, what is Sis doing?" ask Andreas. Confused at seeing Mariana creeping every night. 'Is Mariana really an ant? Creep'

"He works at the club." Andreas' forehead shriveled a thousand.

"He-he-he!" Dance chuckles. "Everyone showed such a reaction, knowing that my brother worked at the club."

"What does he do?" Andreas repeated the question.

"Singer. She sings there."

"Brother Fendi said, if brother, Sis was his own business."

Dance nodded. "Yes! He works there because he likes it. If she likes it, she's happy, she doesn't care what anyone else says." Andreas silence. Nodding.

The atmosphere is back. Andreas fiddled with Mariana's phone again. In the gallery there is only one photo of Mariana, the other a photo of Noel and Natan. The photo was also used as a wallpaper, profile photo on Facebook and WhatsApp.

'Hmm, he's not the kind of person who likes to take pictures, ' Andreas' inner self.

He opened Facebook, saw Mariana's post. Same, nothing special. Noel and Natan's faces filled the Facebook room.

Suddenly there was a message in Messenger. RudiRudi's account name ushered in three pieces of images and video. Andreas opened. He's surprised. Huawei phones are constantly being thrown in any direction. Andreas's face flushed. Dance that is knitting, surprised not a bitch. The sound of Noel's cry immediately echoed in the room.

"Block! Block it people!" Andreas stands. Dance also stood up, then took the discarded mobile phone earlier.

"People like that, it's not good to be friends." Andreas' voice trembled. Dance open the phone, want to see what is the cause of Andreas' change.

There are three pictures and a video. The picture turned out..

'The weapons of the masters.'