NYI TWINS TRIBUTE

NYI TWINS TRIBUTE
She Knows



Hearing this, Riani raised her gaze and looked towards Suwiryo. For some reason at this time Riani felt very frightened looking at the man, unlike before.


'Where does he know?' riani asked in her heart.


His mouth was locked by fear and anger, he could only nod his head.


While Suwiryo actually looks smiling sumringah, it seems like he feels very happy somehow because of what.


"Wouldn't this be a thousand percent easier? Just marry her to my son, I'll guarantee you that the deal is broken."


Mr. Abdul was silent, he stared at Riani waiting for an answer.


Confusion clouded his heart, Riani felt even more despair than before.


"I want to go home" said Riani as she moved from her seat.


Seeing Riani standing up, Pak Abdul hurriedly said goodbye to Suwiryo. "I'm sorry, Mbah. I'm saying goodbye."


No one escorted Riani, Sella and Pak Abdul into the car. Suwiryo and Utari were still inside the house, maybe they just looked at the guest from inside.


The three returned to the car, their presence made the driver who was asleep finally woke up.


"Why are you in the car again?" tanyanya was surprised to see the presence of Mr. Abdul, Riani and also Sella.


Mr. Abdul did not answer, he was busy installing a slingbelt. "We're going home now."


"Huh? Would you like to go home, really cool?"


"Udah, the driver's shirking." Abdul didn't want to talk about it.


The white car slowly moved away from the front yard of Suwiryo and Utari's house.


In the car, Riani cried in silence. No sound was heard, but tears were busy coming from both ends of the eye.


Riani looked outwards, looking into the woods that the car was passing through.


"We stopped here first huh, Dul." Slowly the car pulled to the left of the road. "Hunger me, haven't eaten from last night. What are you hungry for?"


"Yes, I'm a little hungry too."


"You want to go down, Ri?"


Riani turned to Sella, crying Riani did not focus on the streets around her. It was only when Sella spoke to him that Riani realized where she was at the moment.


A small wooden building is on the left of the car. Mr. Abdul and the driver had already left Riani and also Sella who still remained inside.


"I want breakfast, laper too, keep humping on down." Sella continued her sentence because Riani never answered. "You're not coming?"


Riani nodded her head, she felt her stomach rumble as well because from the moment malan had not filled anything.


'This is not Bu Sopirah's shop?' riani said in her heart, she felt no stranger to what she saw.


Riani and Sella walked hand in hand towards the building which was none other than a stall. Mr. Abdul and his friend were already sitting on the only long bench in front of the stall.


"Here, what do you want to eat?" ask Abdul.


The two approached and began to see what food was available. Fried, ketupat and lontong, tofu aci, peanut sauce, sambal ijo, and some vegetables are seen neatly arranged in a glass display case.


"Ehm, I want the same balado egg and cherry vegetables are the same as praying one," said Sella smoothly while pointing to the food in the storefront.


It was no longer Miss Sopirah, but a young woman who served them. He had long hair that was slightly brownish, his skin was smooth white and the lips that became the attraction looked thin and pink.


"What do you want to eat, Ri?" sella asked after receiving the plate containing the food she ordered.


"Oh, um ...." Overly focused on the woman made Riani feel nervous. "Same on," said Riani later.


The four of them enjoyed their breakfast, no one spoke, only the sound of cutlery clanging from each other.


Riani's eyes always steal a glance at the woman in the shop, she is very beautiful and Riani also never met her when she first came here.


There was no stopping Riani looking at the woman who was busy counting the total food. On the other hand, he was also curious as to who he was.


"It's all right?" ask Abdul.


Sella nodded her head, while the driver moved from her seat.


"I went to the car first" he said, patting the shoulder of Mr. Abdul who was only replied with a nod of the head.


"Come, Ri." Sella also moved from her seat.


Now left Riani who was still sitting in the long chair, she also moved.


"Ehm .. ma-sorry, Mba," said Riani hesitantly. There was a sense of regret after saying that, he should just keep his curiosity. But everything was done, he had spoken to the beautiful woman.


A smile was created on those thin pink lips, very beautiful. "Yes, why?"


"Ehm .. ma-sorry ta-but ... Who is Miss Sopirah?"


"Oh .. that," he said with a smile. "I'm his daughter-in-law."


Riani nodded slowly, she felt awkward. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mba, I'm kepo."


"No papa."


"Riani," call Sella who's already standing by the car. "Here," he continued, waving his hand. "Pocket."


"Thank you, Mba." Riani tried to keep up the high courtesy.


The trip was taken for almost ten hours by car, even without a long rest.


Some parts of the body feel sore, especially the back and hips because they sit too long in the car.


"Argh, finally, too" Sella said as she exited the car.


Riani followed out, she looked towards the fence of her house. "I'm straight back, Cell, sorry my mother hasn't eaten."


"No papa, I'm going to rest too." Sella nodded her head. "Small too."


"I'm sorry, Cell."


Sella smiled, she patted Riani's shoulder slowly. "Look it again." He then chuckles. "You also don't forget to rest, Ri."


"Surely," said Riani while nodding her head. "I'm tired too." Riani massaged her nape while yawning. "I'll go back, yeah, Cell."


"Die, Ri."


"Stay weigh how many houses."


"And still, afraid to tease ants, get out of it."


Both chuckle.


"Sir Abdul" called Riani to the man who was still talking to his friend. "I'll go home first."


"No need to rest at Sella's house, Ri?"


Riani shook her head. "I want to feed you too, pity my mother hasn't eaten."


"Okay, ready."


Walking into the house, Riani immediately went into the room. He changed clothes to be more relaxed so that his mother did not suspect.


A tray was on top of both hands, containing a plate of food and a glass of drink.


"Bu-"


"Have you met Mbah Wir?"