MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 29

Ceklek, I'm opening the door. The two people in front of me did not blink, quickly removing the glasses he was wearing.

"Whoa! Angel Brow!" one exclaimed to his friend.

"Bank settan ya!"call me, and let me in. They looked at each other confused by what I just said.

Ciyeeee, Angel and settan meet.

Settan bank is only a term for the Bank weekly by the residents of my village, they are employees of private cooperatives who are assigned to find customers by traveling around the village. Offering money loans in an easy and simple way, without going through a complicated process and without meaningful guarantees. Just enough with a copy of the Family Card and the Residents Card, residents can already earn money.

In such an easy way that many citizens are in debt with this Bank, the interest that must be paid is not a responsibility, as much as 20% of the nominal debt, the interest that must be paid is not a responsibility, not to mention there are administrative deductions and mandatory savings. Most annoyingly, once a week these employees go around to collect debts, they work with the target system. No matter whether they have money or not, anyway every time they come must pay the debt according to the agreement. If the host goes or accidentally bumps, they will remain faithfully waiting until it comes, even until night.

I'll have his brother sit down and wait.

"Sortar ya mas, I call Mamak first" I saw they were just sitting on the floor, not sitting in the living room chair. Maybe it's common to think of me.

Mama came with a smile on her lips. I followed behind Mamak, there was still my curiosity. How much do you owe them.

"Okay mas ganteng already come to, I pay this first yes" the peculiar nature of Mamak kumat again. at the thrust of two hundred thousand to Masnya, "means still less six times yes ma'am?"replied one who looked young and quite handsome.

"Why only two hundred paid Mamak, wasn't that not nearly two million?" my inner wonder, I think Mamak must be Corruption.

"This is your son, Mom, how did you see me?"asked a young man, while pointing a mischievous smile at me.

"Yes, this is my son, who just came home last night. Be replaced? like mama?"mamak Anjen replied, I just glanced at Mamak.

"Had had a beautiful child gini kok not known to me anyway Mom!"

"my son is called Viska, the person is shy, Understandably still a girl" Mamak replied with a flirtatious smile.

Ish, Mamak is just embarrassing, I stand straight towards the room. Mamak just looked at me in wonder, "hey Vis?where are you going, son? in the acquaintance of this mas you know" said mamak want to hold me, but I keep cute. From behind the room I heard the two men saying goodbye to continue their work. Not long ago they left, came two more people from different Cooperatives. I stroked dadaa, in the whole day six different cooperatives came and went.

Three days at home has made me dizzy to go around, every day on the bill of different Cooperatives, the message of the Father and Mamak every day must be muter looking for debt. If this continues will not be completed, even more deeply wrapped in debt. You can only surrender, while Mamak only cries, when he has not got the money to pay the Cooperative.

"Where are you going Vis?" I asked him when he saw me take out the motorcycle from inside the house.

"I want to find work sir, Poor Father and Mamak every day at Samperin Bank settan" I replied, I saw the face of the Father look moody, until his thick mustache also sagged down. After the motorbike I put outside, I samperin the father who sat in the living room chair.

"Sir, I'm saying yes?"

"wait a minute, sit here" said the Father holding me and telling me to sit next to him. I followed my father by sitting next to him.

"What's up, sir?"

"don't you go back to town again, son?"

"no sir" I replied with a bow.

"what's the matter Vis?"ask me to pursue.

"Just want to work at home sir" I replied lying.

"Wasn't singing and modeling what you've wanted since you were little?just tell me to the Father" said the Father casually.

"You know, you already know all about the work you do in the city, you also know you want to make your parents happy, but don't sacrifice yourself, son. you also have to think about your future. So why do you cover your problems from the Father" he continued to calm me.

"Yes sir, we got a problem. the shipment from Batam caught BNN, and Andreano is now languishing in LP Cipinang, now me and friends become DPO sir, become fugitives. That's why I went home sir, while the other friends I told ran and hid. Now I don't know where they are now, I don't know sir" I explained to Father, Father even laughed.

"Hahaha good, yes, you are a fugitive" he licked.

"It's lucky sir!" seruku.

"If you're not a fugitive, you don't remember your parents and you don't go home, right?" I just nodded with a smile, hearing Father's funny reply.

Then I say goodbye to you, after saying my greetings, I immediately drove my bike quite fast. My first goal was to slide to the nearest friend, looking for information about work.

"Okeh thanks yes info, I will be there soon" I replied, then I went to the location of the Factory that my friend said earlier, and was told to meet a person named mas Danu.

When I arrived at my destination, after saying my max and purpose to the Security Guard, I was finally in between the rooms of Mr. Danu.

"Wait a minute, I'm facing Mr. Danu first" the security guard said to me, smilingly nodding.

"Good morning sir" I greet Mr. Danu, after Mr. Satpam told me to come in to meet him, I think Mr. Danu is old. It turned out to be young and muscular, visible from the shape of his chest that field with a white sliminfit shirt, and his smile charming.

"Yes good morning mbak, please sit" rather groggily I sat in front of him a large work desk, on which there are various piles of report paper.

"yes Sir"

"can you sew?"

"yes can sir" I replied firmly, let alone sewing, changing the fabric into a luxury fashion just can. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty designer.

"Incidentally, we lack employees to sew mbak, so that later Mr. Han will take you to look around your workplace" said Mr. Danu, then made a call with the office phone in front of him.

"Sir Han, please leave my room for a moment"

"yes sir" replied the person behind the phone.

Before long came the middle-aged man facing Mr. Danu.

"Mbak Viska, this is Mr. Handoko, he will be your supervisor and will show you where he works" he continued directing me.

"yes well sir" I replied while nodding, not forgetting a sweet smile I threw towards Mr. Danu.

"Let's please mbak" said Mr. Handoko, inviting me to go out and around the Factory which I will work.

Mr. Handoko patiently explained all about what I will do tomorrow, and answered all the questions I did not understand.

"Hi Viska" suddenly someone called my name, a female voice.

I looked towards the origin of the voice, but I did not know who was calling me, because there were so many people here. In addition to the noise of the sewing machine and the obras machine to put each other apart,

"Vis, Viska" again, I saw a woman smiling and waving her hand at me.

"Well! rempeyek rancid, uh maxutku Ida Khasanah! he works here also to" murmured in my heart, there is a sense of pleasure to meet friends here, let alone single one village with me. I also waved my hand at him.

"How mbak, someone asked again" said Mr. Handoko surprised me.

"No sir"

"if it's not there, I live first huh mbak? mbak Viska can go straight home, or look around again also can" said Mr. Handoko.

"Yes sir, I, uh I want to go there first sir, I happen to have a friend there sir." I smiled, and pointed to Ida.

"Oyes please mbak, I live first mbak"

"yes sir, thank you sir" Mr. Handoko just smiled nodding.

"Viskaaa, the more beautiful you are, why are you here?" asked Ida happily as I approached her.

"I'm starting work here tomorrow Da, you've been working here a long time huh?"

"Hu'um, I've been here for three months, and you're getting more beautiful, tomorrow the work is next to me. It's still an empty table, and I'll tell Mr. Handoko. Oya you go straight home or here first see me work?"nyerocos does not stop. I scratch my eyebrows, this is a boy like a really good look at me, this is a real smile or there is another maxut.

"I just go home Da, want to clean up the house" I replied tired of hearing the chatter.

"Alright, Oya tomorrow pick me up, all of us leave together.not good to borrow a motorcycle every day neighbors" he said melas. Haah!! I let out a long breath, I guessed, this kunyuk must have wanted to.

"Hu'um, I'll pick you up later. I'll go home first."

"Yoi, be careful on the road ya Vis, don't forget tomorrow pick me up ya!" I passed by not poking at him.

Suddenly I felt bad, on my way home my heart was beating fast. My head was a little dizzy, almost a few times I lost my concentration and wanted to fall off the motor. I can hold it until I get home. In a lonely house, Mr. Mamak went somewhere, while Dik Ubay must not have gone home from school.

I curled up in the corner of the room, I squeezed my head, I poked my hair.

tock Assalamualaikum, mother of the Spirit!

tokk tokk, mother of the Spirit!

"MOM IS NOT HOME!!" teriaku from the room. Ah shit!! definitely Settan bank.

"BUDEG LU YES!! I SAID, YOU'RE NOT HOME!!" my screams are getting louder, but still calling out the name Mamak. I was getting angry and couldn't control my emotions.

"SPIRIT SPIRIT, SPIRIT SPIRIT!! MY MOTHER MAMAK I'M A FLUTTERING SPIRIT. AH SHIT!!"

I immediately stood up and came to them, with quick steps and full of anger I opened the door.

"SATURD!! BUDEG LU YES, I TOLD YOU MAMAK IS NOT AT HOME." I pointed a carter knife at them, my eyes gave off emotions, I wanted to feel like I crushed both of their bodies.