PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapters 27. Go To Hotel

"Imagical, Sir. No need to pick me up, just take a taxi!" Puspa acted as if the man in the car was his lover.

"Cih .. Who cares!" Satya starts the car engine and drives away.

Inwardly, Puspa laughed at Satya's facial expression. It feels so good to tease that jutek guy. Satya's attitude was very entertaining. The man was acting funny, but attentive. Refuse, but not angry. I don't know, Puspa is still trying to understand the character of the master.

There was no good impression in getting to know the man. His face was expressionless. Too bad that handsome face, if there was a little smile there, it would look dazzling. "Just pouting is so handsome, let alone smiling. Can melt me," muttered Puspa as he imagined the face of his master.

"Hush Puspa ...! Think opo to kowe?" The girl was still staring at the door of the minimarket while muttering and smiling to herself. Making people around look at him in wonder.

***

"Brand ...!" Anita knocked on Ningrum's door repeatedly. However, there is no truth from within. The girl wanted to find out about Puspa's news, directly from her mother.

It has been more than a week Puspa can not be contacted, making Anita feel worried.

"What's up, Nit?" Ningrum got off his motorbike while carrying a large Plastic full of groceries.

"Where's the island from?" Anita looked at wonder. The distance of the stall is not far, why is Puspa's mother riding a motorcycle? Doesn't he love the gasoline?

"From the stall, Miss Eka." Ningrum answered while opening the door of the house that he deliberately locked from the outside. "Let's go in!" bring him.

"Why choose the far to Bulek? Is Bulek Entin's stall closer?" ask Anita again.

"Involuntarily, I'm an enemy of Entin. No more shopping in the stall!" Ningrum put the groceries on the kitchen table and came out with a glass of tea in his hand.

"Drink! incidentally, Bulek made tea before going to the stall, still anget." Ningrum gave the glass to Anita.

"What are you doing? Tumben played here,"

Since Puspa went to the city, Anita so rarely visit the house of Ningrum.

"Puspa has a call from Bulek, right?" tanya Anita started the conversation.

"There, just a few days ago he called Bulek. Why?" Ningrum wondered if something had happened to Puspa that he did not know?

"I can't call him yo, Bulek?" Anita put the tea glass on the table.

"Oh, iyo .. The number is Puspa replace, Nit. Bulek until forget. Yo soon!" Ningrum walked into the room to pick up his cell phone.

"This is her new number, you keep it to yourself!" Ningrum thrust the phone at Anita. "Why change the number to, Bulek? I can't call her, either" Anita was a little disappointed that Puspa didn't give her new phone number.

"HP nya Puspa ilang, Nit. Good thing she still remembers Bulek's number."

"How can you lose, To? It must be reckless my boy," said Anita while keeping Puspa's new number in her cellphone.

"Oh Iyo Bulek, I'm curious. What is the Same with Entin? why did you get to the enemy?" ask the girl. Ningrum who had initially started to forget with his annoyance now relapsed again.

"Why aren't you upset? Entin came screaming in front of the house while maki-maki Puspa," From the facial expression of the woman is very visible that she was holding back emotions.

"Ngunu to Bulek? He agreed that Puspa and Raka would marry." Anita instead added oil to the fire of Ningrum's already burning fury.

"Yo iku, he said Puspa left Raka and left with another, richer man. Opo Ra crazy is his name?"

"Patience Bulek .. Patience!" said Anita while stroking Ningrum's back.

Suddenly the tears of the woman spilled. He can't hold it anymore. His chest felt tight every time he remembered Entin's words.

"Please call Puspa Yo Nit! Ask him, is he okay now? Bulek's heart really tastes good. Bulek was afraid that Puspa was in trouble," the skinny woman pinta told Anita.

After pouring out her heart to Anita, Ningrum felt a little calmer.

Poor woman, since her quarrel with Entin, no longer had a place to share.

"Bulek don't worry, I'll talk to Puspa Yo later," Anita clasped Ningrum's hand to give him strength.

Until then, Anita still regretted the actions of Puspa and his mother. Why would they take such a shortcut to go to the shaman? Had it been, Puspa asked for his opinion before doing so, surely Anita would have strictly prohibited it.

How else, the rice has become porridge. Puspa and his mother had to bear the consequences of their actions.

"Bulek don't sell pecel anymore?" When she just arrived, Anita did not see the table that used to be used by Ningrum to sell. "No, Nit. Since that incident, Bulek trading did not sell. They were afraid that Bulek was playing around," Ningrum said with a bitter smile. Anita felt sorry for the fate of the mother of her best friend. If not selling for how he keeps his life? Hopefully soon there will be good news from Puspa.

***

The next day, Satya returned to work. There were a lot of meetings he could not leave. Having a position as the owner of the company, does not necessarily make it as good as itself. There are a lot of responsibilities that he has to take on.

This morning with in between Joko Satya back in the office as usual. But something else happened to the driver. Either because of fatigue or what, Joko complains of headaches so she can not linger with the boss at work.

"La I'm not good with Satya sir to, Mom." Joko said as she continued to massage her temple.

"Sir Joko why?" Puspa who just came out of the room asked.

"This is to, his head hurts," replied Marni.

"Lo ... really sick even drink coffee to, sir?" Puspa sat by the man's side. "Not knowing it, he was told to take medicine instead ngeyel asked for coffee." Marni kept grumbling.

Joko did not settle in the mansion. He only comes in the morning and returns to his house when Satya no longer needs his energy. Since Joko's residence is not too far from Satya's house, the man chooses to go home at night. It is good to be able to get together with family even if only at night.

The crane!

the cring!

The sound of the phone ringing from Joko's pocket shocked Marni and Puspa. "Tone ringing sonorous temen to, sir. To my surprise," So surprised Puspa until stroking the chest.

"Sir Joko please deliver my files on the desk! Black color map. I'll send you the address now" Satya's voice was clearly heard on the phone. The man immediately ruled without asking how and what is Joko doing now?

"Good, Sir. I'll leave immediately" Joko moved while resting on the back of the chair. His head was swirling at that moment. However, he must still carry out the orders of the superior.

"Where are you going?" ask Puspa.

"Mister Satya's file missed, so I had to deliver it,"

"Let Puspa deliver, sir!" Puspa offered himself.

"But, Pus ..."

Without hearing Joko's words, Puspa instead led the man to sit back in the chair. "Where's the file? Let me take you. Is Mr Satya senile or what? The feeling is often the file is left behind," Puspa even criticized the employer.

"Wes to Ojo! If you want to leave, you should leave immediately. Surely Mr. Satya has been waiting," Marni said as she headed to Satya's workroom.

"Pak berkase opo color?" ask Marni to Joko. "Black, ma'am." replied the man in a limp tone typical of sick people.

"This is the address" Joko handed her cell phone to Puspa. "You sure you can, Pus?" ask Joko to make sure.

"Ojo worry! In Puspa's hands everything is in order," said the girl bragging.

"Fuck off, hurry up!" Marni thrust the map in black according to instructions from Joko on Puspa.

"Where are you, Mom?" Before He left, Puspa raised his hand before Marni.

"Any one opo?"

"Cabby's, Mom. Do I work here, mosok yo is told to call?"

"Calculation basis!" Marni handed two red banknotes to Puspa.

The girl immediately walked towards the gate and looked for a taxi.

Arriving in front of the hotel in question, Puspa stopped in the courtyard of the magnificent building. "Is this really the place?" Puspa muttered while matching the name of the hotel with the address Joko gave him.

Puspa took the initiative to ask the security who was standing guard in front of the entrance. "Sir, the employer is in a meeting inside and I want to take this, how do you do it?" tanya Puspa semberi showed a fairly thick file in his hand to the security.

"Just go in, Ma'am! just ask the receptionist directly," the security gave instructions.

"The receptionist who was kayaking in the hospital wasn't he?" mumbling Puspa.

"Come, Ma'am. Bener," said security sir. It turned out that the man was still listening to Puspa.

"Imagical, yo, sir."

"Together."

The center rushed into the hotel, because the employer must have been waiting.

in a moment of confusion, the woman who worked as a receptionist rebuked him. " Can I help you, Ma'am?" ask the beautiful woman dressed.

"I'd like to send you a file, Ma'am. My master is in a meeting here" explained Puspa. "Whose name is it, Mommy?" ask the woman again. "Satya sir ..." Puspa stopped his speech because he did not know Satya's long name. "Wow is Pak Satya sopo yo's long name?" muttered the girl.

"Just like Satya his name, Ma'am," said Puspa, making the woman in front of him cluck in wonder. How could an assistant not know the long name of his employer.

After getting information from the receptionist, Puspa went straight to the room in question. A restaurant inside the hotel. Can be imagined how luxurious the building is in the middle of the Puspa.

"Puspa!" puspa's footsteps halted in the hotel lobby when he heard the voice of someone calling his name.