OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
SUKINEM
“Other times try to always be kind enough. Good thing you found a promise as good as I did, otherwise you might have been hanged then the body dumped into the river bank and then washed away somewhere.”
I shudder in horror. Mr. Reno's razor-sharp words made my brain think three times harder. Oh Chevani! Sometimes you're a brain-assed.
“So I wasn't fired sir?” I asked for a moment after being able to digest the intent of Mr. Reno's words.
“No fool.”
“Then why do you take part in homework?”
“It was wrong? That's my home and I'm entitled to do anything there.”
Also true. Huh Chevani, you are a stupid woman! How many times have I pressed you to always hushnuzon on others, but why don't you understand too? I grumbled in my heart.
Mercifully. I was so relieved to learn that this was just a mere bad perspective. It's also not funny that Mr. Reno suddenly fired me for no apparent reason.
There was no conversation after that, Refa also seemed to be a bit of a henchman this time around. The car sped open the morning commotion towards noon in Batam City, until in the next ten minutes the four-wheeled vehicle we were riding stopped at a street stall located not far from the lip of the sidewalk.
“You guys wait here. I'm not long.” Mr. Reno's voice sounds interrupting.
I noticed my master who had just exited the car door, he gushed himself into the stall zone. Soon the man in a lush mustache warmly welcomed the arrival of Mr. Reno while patting the man on the shoulder. Do they know each other?
“Dek Plicil has mobin balu wekkk.” Suddenly, the sound of a can of crumbs poked from the other direction.
I looked back then found a fat boy was sticking his tongue out at my little daughter.
Ck Refa! Don't tell me the disease likes to insult the person relapsing again.
“Dek Pricil also has a new doll, tuh.” I retaliated while pointing my index finger at the fat bear with red ribbon.
The one being spoken to followed the movement of my finger until in the next second the net was perfectly rounded a sign of surprise.
“Wow it's got a Plicil deck?” Asked astonishment.
“Iya dong bang.”
“Why so much mom? Deck Plicil kan pecil.”
“Iya so that if bobo deck Pricil can hug the doll.”
“Ouuu.” Refa lips form a cone building. “Who names?”
I suddenly thought that I didn't hear the question from the boy with the cheek of the kingpin. Had I forgotten that Refa was a critical figure, he would have asked all the way to the root before getting a truly satisfying answer.
“Ummm who is it? Oh her name is Marijan.” I answered that whole. Holy hooch! Why so Marijan.
“Malijan?” The boy looked half-thought. “Nda fit mom, doll tan no ribbon melah belalti her lady rich deck Plicil. Talo pelfuman name butan Malijan.”
Huft justified my guess. This one will not stop asking questions before there is an answer that really fits him. If anything, who can I make a good name in a split second?
“Then his name is Sukinem only.”
Oh My God Chevani! Stupidhead!
Why does your mouth like this ceplas ceplos. Is there a cute teddy bear named Sukinem? Huft is there, already.
“Hah cukinem?”
“Iya bang.”
“Hayo Cukinem's. Later guests rise above mobin atu yaa.” Refa patted Sukinem's head back there. Oops wrong! I mean the teddy bear.
Clamps.
The car suddenly swayed.
Oh Mr. Reno is opening the door.
I threw a glance outwards through the windshield of the car, it appeared that some motor vehicle users wagged their hands towards the face. The sun began to burst into the center of the sky and make the earth burn, just as the humans in this place wriggled the heat.
Finally after approximately 20 minutes in this four-wheeled vehicle we arrived at a vast expanse filled with various types of flowers and other plants. This place is very beautiful, in the middle there is a small pond inhabited by fainted and finned creatures. Huh I so remembered the event a few months ago where Mr. Reno let me occupy his classic house for a whole week. O Lord, may You bestow favor upon my master, he is indeed very good, though he is very cold.
“Come!” The one who was prayed was already standing straight in front of me. The man took a step towards a shady tree whose bottom was filled with green grass.
“We're here only. Sit down, this grass is not dirty.”
The weather is actually hot at this time is not so pronounced because it is covered by the lush foliage of this large wooden tree. I don't know, I also don't know what kind of tree is gurgling in front of me right now that obviously the trunk is very big and the roots are also spreading out the length of the rope.
“Please on eat. It's got chicken porridge for your daughter.” Mr. Reno presented us with a large plastic bag. I took two, one for me and one for Pricilia.
I opened the package slowly. Fresh vegetables in front of my eyes.
“Ou gado-gado turns out.” My mind is in my heart.
Pieces of tofu, long beans, bean sprouts, cucumber slices and anom lettuce combined with thick bean sauce make my taste buds very impatient to try it out. As I recall the last time I ate a hodgepodge sutime I was still the legal wife of Hero Winata. And now I'm back to eating this meal but with a different man, a man who has married.
Ohiya, how is Farah?
“Pak. Why hasn't my wife come home yet?” A question just slipped out of my mouth.
Silent.
I was wrong to say it again. The face of Mr. Reno was suddenly dull shortly after I mentioned the word ‘istri’ there. Stupid chevani! What right do you want to know other people's business, ck!
“Ma- sorry sir I don't maskud un-“
“It's okay.” Mr. Reno interrupted before I finished speaking. The man did not even glance at me, his eyes were busy looking at the fresh incision of the vegetables and then started to put it in his mouth.
“Why do you want to eat food on the side of the road?” Huft is right. I just found out that there are rich people who want food made by warteg.
“What's the reason?”
“To my knowledge rich people will not want to eat food that is on the fifth leg. He said it was slovenly and not tasty.”
“You saw for yourself. The place was clean and the food was good too. It was my subscription shop.” Obviously Mr. Reno while feeding slices of tofu and his sauce to Refa.
“Oh I guess all rich people won't want.”
“Mainmu is less far.”
Ish. I was always wrong in this guy's eyes.
Mr. Reno is good even he is a very generous man. But his cold and indifferent attitude made me feel like I was talking to a hunk of ice cubes. Not infrequently he slipped spicy words that made me upset not because of. But yes, no matter what, I support myself from the money he gives me every month.
“Papa. Atu want to take cukinem duyu in mobin, she beyum mamam.” Refa raised his voice while taking a step to leave.
“Hah? Sucinem? Who is he?”
SNAG ME!
...***...
Seriate
Hello readers
CHEVANI changed the title so OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER ya eheh😁
Next story will be more exciting and many surprises
Pantengin continue Sukinem yes ehh sori, meaning pantengin keep OUR HUSBAND TOGETHER yaaa 😚
May you be healthy always 🤗
