Noctah Black Marriage
Palau
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Last night Hans told me that his friend's cafe was going to be sold. Because the cafe in Jakarta is unstable almost bankrupt. So it requires an injection of funds. If this cafe is sold to someone else, Hans will automatically lose his job. Hans's income has crept in at six million out of five million. The only street the cafe had to be Hans who bought it.
However, buying a cafe is not buying an item for hundreds of millions. The cafe is valued at 2.5 billion. That kind of money made Hans give up. Actually I offered my savings to him who lives 2 Billion. Lack we can mortgage home certificates. But Hans refused. He does not want to use his wife's personal money.
A pretty tough debate happened. Of course I never minded helping to buy that cafe. After all, his income will also not be for anyone. This is for the survival of our household as well.
“I want to find another job, Yang,” he said.
“What work?”
“Former boss I ‘kan ever offer so SPV in factory. Who knows there is still.”
“Oh. Ayok quickly contact him.”
“It is better to meet in person. Not good to talk about work via phone.”
“Ya, already. Hayoh!”
“Iya. I have to meet you on the phone first. Who knows he's busy again ‘kan?”
After contacting his former boss, Hans immediately left.
Fortunately, the man was free of time. So you can, when Hans meets.
“Be careful, Mas.”
“Iya, The. Pray, yes! Hope that work still exists.”
“Iya, ready.”
An hour, two hours, there has been no word from Hans regarding his meeting with the former Boss. When Isha had come, I bowed down on the prayer mat. I'll take it over and over again so Hans gets a job. I'm sure whatever the result is the best for us to follow. We just have to keep trying to pray.
“Assalamualaikum,” greetings Hans on the porch of the house heard until the room.
I opened the door and opened the door I locked. Because he always advised, when he was not at home, the door must be kept locked.
“Waalikum greetings,” I replied.
Soon we came in and sat down. I'll get you a glass of warm water.
“Thank you,” he said as he drank up to the toilet.
“Mas, how does it work?” I'm just impatient. Hans smiled and held my cheek. “The work is still there, huh? So when can you start working?” guess me semringah.
He hasn't answered my question. After pulling the arm, to get me to sit on him, Hans whispered, “Grace your husband, dong!"
“The work no longer exists?” todong. This time my husband nodded his head.
Well, not yet sustenance.
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“Mas, early in the morning is very neat.”
“Iya, would like to find work, Yang.”
“Lho, parts. I haven't prepared breakfast.”
“Let me buy porridge on the road. Don't forget, pray dhuha yes, Yang! Pray for your husband.”
“Siap, Mas!” sahutku.
“Gemes deh, my wife,” he said while pinching my cheeks that began to glitter.
Most stay at home, weight starts to crawl up.
I was also at home not staying silent, constantly surfing the internet, looking for a job vacancy for Hans. It is very difficult to find a job for a man, what else is his age that is no longer young.
If only, my friendship with Li Chen was still good, maybe he could help me. However, given the statement of his love that I rejected outright, is it possible that Li can still be generous?
“Argh!”
Dreett .. The phone vibrates in front of the eyes without a name. Who, huh? But it feels familiar when looking at the row of numbers.
“Hallo,sorry to whom?”
“My contact has been deleted, yes?”
The owner of the number is Li Chen. Of course I can immediately recognize his distinctive voice that meets hoarse. Forgive me, it turns out that time, I deleted her contact as well.
“Ekhm, what's up, huh?”
“I just want to say goodbye. Had wanted to meet, but I'm sure you'd refuse.”
“Pamit?”
“Yes, I want to move to Bejing.”
Huh, jesus! Was it because of my heartbreak that she was moving away.
“Moving with your mami?”
“No. Just me. I mean contact just want to apologize once again.”
“Oh."
It's what I said. Because of heartbreak until moving country. You want to forget me. Your company is advancing rapidly in this small town.
“Have you forgiven me?”
“Ehhmm .. yes, I've forgiven.”
“Thank you. That way I can go with relief.”
“Yes, may you be happy and at home there.”
“Yes, pray also that my marriage runs smoothly,” the door.
“Wedding?”
“Iya, my candidate is a PRC citizen.”
“Seriously, you?” suddenly my volume is stomping.
“Seriously. Later, I can send you our wedding photos. Actually, you want to come, but you have to go far to Bejing. So you just pray, it's enough for me.”
“So ... You moved to Bejing for your wife?”
“Calon, not yet a wife.”
“Yes, for the sake of your future wife?"
“Hehe. If not for him, because of whom? Because you are?”
Waw, he seems to be able to read my mind.
“Ya, because what cake.”
“Oya, for the last time, do you need my help? Yeah, who knows if I need help. Any help.”
Ih, she knows about me again difficult. Hadeuh .. I was even confident about his move due to heartbreak. The end of the Li as well, he has loved me for a long time, eh move on his in just a matter of months.
“Sal ... just shut up?” his tanya makes me sassy.
“Oh, no. I'm doing fine. Don't need your help. Thank ye. If there is nothing to say anymore, we better finish the phone first.”
“Oh, you are busy, yes?”
“Oh, sure. Busy once.”
“Sorry to disturb you. Then I'll see you. May you always be happy.”
“Yes, same prayer for you.”
Tut .. connection disconnected already. Why is there something strange about my heart? Sort of unwilling he'd get married. He was not willing to move countries. He was not willing to move on quickly. Is that selfish of me?
I will really lose the figure of a friend who is always cheerful and contagious spirit. Li Chen, the good-natured one with all the laughter he garnished in my days. I better not be greedy. Hans was more than enough, the man I had was born inner.
Rather than continue to think about Li Chen, I would rather just head to the kitchen instead. My small intestine keeps ringing its mark asking to be filled. As usual I will cook fried rice mainstay as well as favorite. Namely fried rice soy sauce with egg ceplok.
Uhm ... Why yes lately I've been getting less and less strong to smell the aroma of fried spices. This time I hit my nose so it was not strong. Every time I cook, this scent is the one I like the most.
I spent about 15 minutes in a frying pan. Tara .. fried rice is finished and ready to eat. My stomach was hungry, and now suddenly sank. I force you to eat until it's over. In order not to be redundant.
Ouch... Why is there even nausea now feel like vomiting? This must be me catching wind because it often shampooed Fajr. I immediately looked for the usual wind repellent medication available in the P3K box.
"Bismillah," I said while taking the liquid medicine.
About an hour later, my nausea didn't go away. Usually, if you catch a cold after taking medication immediately. Is the wind bad? I think I should scrap it, Deh.
"Hoek, Hoek, Hoek ....." My nausea is really not held back anymore.
Fried rice that has not been digested, come out again.
Hey ... Reader, why is Salma vomiting, huh? She's not pregnant. Is it just the wind? Find the answer in the next part.
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