Project Mandor And Young Widow

Unknown Phone Number

Adi smiled broadly at Indri's reply.

Indri's praise instantly made his nose expand.

"Newly realize that your future husband is handsome?

Where were you yesterday?" Adi sipped her warm tea.

"Yes aware of the mas, from the first also realized that the mas handsome. I just can't believe that there are such crazy fans.

Or maybe there are still more like that mas??", Indri stared at Adi probing. He was horrified to imagine if anyone would act rude again.

"You calm down, yank,

I will protect you from today until death separates us both" Adi said with a faint smile.

Ohhhhh so sweet!!

Indri smiled happily hearing Adi's words just now. The beautiful woman nodded immediately.

After eating pecel rice typical of the city of Patria, they continued the journey to the sub-district of Sela which is the residence of Adi.

Along the way, Indri looked happy. All his life he never knew the area outside his neighborhood. At best to arrive at the city square, it was once a year not sure to go there.

20 Minutes later, they had arrived at the front project of SMP Jati. Adi immediately parked his bike at the end of his job.

Some workers appeared to be going back and forth by the train. Ismoyo was busy arranging the thick stone which was broken into a size of 10/15 by Darsiman and Darsiyo.

Adi pulled out his smartphone and photographed the job for a report of the progress of the job on the employer's Bu Rini.

While Adi was busy with work, Indri took shelter under a jackfruit tree in the courtyard of the residents' house.

"Sir, take shelter here" said a mother of the owner of the house.

Indri immediately turned to look at ibuk ibuk earlier and then walked towards the terrace of the house.

"Sampean loh mbak, hot kog ya join husband work", mother ibuk had seen Indri come with Adi.

"Get in the buk, all walks. At home continue to get bored hehehehe", Indri chuckled small to hear the words of ibuk ibuk.

"Ealah that way, do not think if you are afraid of the husband being bullied by other women. Hence until work followed", the mother smiled thinly.

Indri just smiled when he heard the mother's words.

Meanwhile, Adi, who had finished his business, immediately returned to his bike. The two of them immediately headed to the photo studio near the Sela market. Because Adi has not submitted a photo of marriage license requirements.

After taking pictures in the studio, and waiting for about half an hour, Adi and Indri get the photos needed for the requirements of filing a marriage license.

Adi immediately called Jamroni, Modin Mande village.

Tuuuttttt...

Tutttt...

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Mr Jamroni: Assalamualaikum mas Adi, can anyone help??

Adi: Walaikumsalaam pak Jam.. This is the position sir?

Mr. Jamroni: This is in the village office mas. Pripun's?

Adi: This is Jam sir, cover letter from RT and the photos are ready. Don't take it to the village office or just to the house??

Mr. Jamroni: Woh directly to the village office just mas. I wait nggeh?

Adi: Njihh ready. I'm sliding there now. Wassalamu'alaikum's chat.

Mr. Jamroni : Walaikumsalaam...

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Chequek..

"Where are you??", asked Indri while looking at Adi's face.

"We're going to the village office. In waiting for Mr. Modin there", Adi answered while wearing his helmet. Indri soon followed.

Not long after, Vixion Adi motorbike immediately drove towards the Mande village office.

10 Minutes later, they reached the Mande village office. Adi immediately took off his helmet in Indri's follow. They stepped towards the administrative room of the village office.

Coincidentally, the village devices were gathering there. There are Pak Lurah Bejo, Kamituwo Slamet, Bayan Wardi, Jogoboyo Tangin and Carik Fatkhur. Seeing Adi coming with a woman, Kamituwo Slamet immediately approached.

"Weh Mas Adi, what's wrong? Tumben once an hour immediately to the village office" said Kamituwo Slamet while smoking his green Sampoerna cigarette.

"Anu Pak Wo, there is a need to do a little with Mr. Modin", replied Adi timidly.

"Weh lha iki, it seems that soon there is the smell of this newlywed hahahaha", as well as Kamituwo Slamet while laughing and glancing at the woman beside Adi.

A red tinge was immediately visible on Indri's face.

"Sir Jamroni is in the next room. Monggo did not interven" added Kamituwo Slamet as he walked into the room next to the administration room.

Adi followed the steps of Kamituwo Slamet. Indri tailed behind her.

Mr. Jamroni immediately stood up as soon as he saw Kamituwo Slamet coming with Adi and Indri.

"Monggo please sit down", said Modin Mande village was friendly to Adi and Indri. Kamituwo Slamet soon passed away going back to his place.

Adi then handed over the lack of files yesterday to Mr. Jamroni.

"This is the plan for a marriage contract here or on the side of the bride?", asked Mr. Jamroni later.

"There Mr. Jam, according to the family agreement yesterday", Adi replied immediately.

The middle-aged Modin smiled faintly.

"His letter has been taken care of?", Mr. Jamroni turned his eyes to Indri.

"Already sir, who takes care of my Lik sir. Yesterday the requirements were taken Mr. Modin my village sir", replied Indri politely.

"Oh great..

Adi immediately opened his small bag and took out 7 pieces of money hundreds of thousands.

After completing their business in the village office, Adi and Indri immediately left the place to go to Wana sub-district where the road paving project site from CV Megah Sarana has Pak Purwadi.

By late afternoon, Adi and Indri had arrived at Bu Sarmi's house. It appears that Mr. Jarno and Bu Sarmi were talking in the living room of Bu Sarmi's house.

Adi and Indri immediately entered the house.

"Le, this is Lik you want to talk" said Bu Sarmi when Adi and Indri were sitting in the living room chair.

Adi nodded his ass sign.

"Look at Mas,

For the cost of srakah (inviting penghulu to the house), how do you want? We are paron (for both), or what do you think?", asked Jarno looking at Adi's face.

"How much does it cost Mr Lik?", asked Adi later.

"1 million 50 thousand Le..

Mr. Modin said that", replied Mr. Jarno while sipping coffee.

Without replying, Adi opened his small bag. Counting the amount of money.11 sheets hundreds of thousands. Then hand it over to Pak Jarno.

Bu Sarmi and Pak Jarno smiled faintly at Adi's actions.

The clock has set the number 18.30

Adi beg yourself immediately. After shaking hands with his future in-laws and his wife, Adi's motorbike drove away from the house.

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3 More days before the wedding.

During yesterday's time, Adi finished all his work well. His relationship with Indri is also increasingly friendly.

The project in Wana sub-district has been completed, as well as the CV Multi Guna bend talud project.

Pak Warno and his friends worked on a road paving project in front of SMP Jati.

3 Days are over. Alhamdulillah, the finances of Bu Rini smoothly, so Adi's savings can be used for his wedding.

Antok almost half work on drainage projects in Sambi sub-district.

Didik and Paino have completed half of the small river dam construction CV Barata project.

Maya was taken to a mental hospital. He was depressed after yesterday's event at CV Barata Konstruksi's office. She apparently had a history of psychiatric disorders after her mother died in an accident when Maya was a child.

Adi was sitting on the bank of a river dam couple on the banks of CV Barata Konstruksi when a phone call came into his cell phone.

Tuuuttttttttttttt

Tuttt..

Adi immediately saw his smart phone. After unlocking the screen, a phone number without a name was plastered there.

Feeling unfamiliar, Adi ignored her.

The phone number is back to making calls.

Adi still doesn't care. He was engrossed in coffee and his Diplomat cigarette while staring at Didik and Paino who were busy arranging the foundation stone next to the river.

Tuuuttttttttttttt

tuuuttttt...

The number came back in. 10 Times his call. Out of annoyance Adi raised it.

Chequelek

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"Hello who is this??", Adi asked a little rudely.

After a few seconds, a woman's voice sounded in Adi's ear

"It's Niken mas....."

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What is this woman?? 🤔🤔

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