Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 94. Red Scrub in Pipi

Jakarta

Pocktail

Tama really took advantage of the last three days of its existence in Jakarta before attending the education of high-ranking police staff in Lembang, West Bandung, for almost 7 months.

"All I keep here." Tama crouched down while pinching a number of figures which was a mix of the date and month of their first meeting at Agam Anjani's remarriage and Aran's aqiqah decgam event.

Then open the door of a sturdy black box about half a meter high that is stored at the bottom of their wardrobe. Then take out a thick map that seems to contain a number of important documents.

"Everything went months of education or training." Tama looked. "Papa always did this to mom. It's my turn."

Tama told me everything. A plot of land in Pangalengan, cattle farm in Cibodas Lembang, villa in Istana Bunga, contracted house in Bandung. Includes proof of share ownership of a number of companies. Two black cards with Tama name prints inside. And one electronic member sign card.

He knew Tama was from among the people. But never thought if this husband has an extraordinary treasure. Hearing Tama's explanation about the share ownership of a number of well-known companies owned since Tama was still a bachelor had made his head dizzy. Because the profits earned today are almost 900% of the price of shares purchased dozens of years ago. ©

"The land in Pangalengan should have two locations." Tama still looked at him who was massaging the temple after hearing the explanation about the stock. "But only sold one to Rajas."

"Persada Appetite Stock has also just been sold to Rendra, a friend of Sada," Tama continued. "For a while. One day I'll take it again."

He frowned in astonishment at Tama's speech. "Why would Mas prefer to sell shares of Persada Appetite? Why not sell other shares that are not family-owned?"

Tama smiled. "I need a lot of money in a short period of time. Appetite Stocks Persada the most appropriate solution."

"For our wedding?" Guess she felt bad. Tama shouldn't have to brag for something like this. He still feels happy even without a festive party or umrah family.

And Tama blatantly dodged by not saying a word.

He also fell silent. I don't know, it's almost another question. But worry what will be said is precisely wrong. Or worse, they both misunderstood. He chose to look down at the contents of the map one by one rather than corner Tama.

"The cattle ranch belongs to the family. But mama asked for the certificate to be kept here." Tama seemed to understand what he was thinking.

"Villa same rent house taken care of Ujang. I took it all right, " added Tama before she could ask again.

"Save it, Mom." He shook his head as Tama held out a black card. "I have my own ATM card."

He is not highly educated. But that doesn't mean bo doh. Intermittent news about the profession that is called Tama has been circulating too much in the community. Most of the negative stigma associated with material possession is abundant.

He certainly did not want the confusion of the news to befall his new family. He wanted to break this uncomfortable chain for the sake of Tama and her four children. He wanted them to live quietly from clean treasures. The property that belongs to Tama. Not the other one.

The treasure comes from the Tama family. Or the stock gains that Tama has had since she was single. Let it be held by Tama himself. He did not want to disturb him because he was worried that he could not distinguish between right and wrong. He really hoped that the six of them could live peacefully from Tama's own sweat money. Picking up blessings.

He had known the amount of monthly salary Tama while attending the marriage trial some time ago. The basic salary of Tama is almost the same as the salary of other civil servants in one class. But the addition of a number of benefits makes the total salary received by Tama to be very large. Ten times more than the amount of money he used to hold for a whole month before marrying Tama. Justjust wonderful.

Tama just gawked at him. "Design school fees, swimming club, archery club, billboard? Is it enough to just use a salary?"

He knew the cost of Reka's school was well above his three children. Including swimming and archery clubs, two out-of-school activities that Reka participated in. But he had calculated before. Tama's salary was more than enough to finance the lives of the six for a month. Including for Yuni and Agus' salary.

"That's it, Mommy." He found a way out. "I make a record of regular expenses in a month. You can check it out at the end of each month. What is the amount ...." He mentions the amount of salary Tama every month. "Enough or not."

Tama laughed while shaking her head. "No need to take notes. I believe in you (i believe in you)."

This became their first meeting. Tama insists on giving the best life to the six of them. But he wanted them to live more simply.

"The money is there." He looked at her in disbelief. "Not in ada-adain. Not the stealth money that is not clear of origin."

He knew Tama was telling the truth. Tama was obviously rich from birth. It is like being content to be a person. No need to add to the coffers of property from doubtful sources. But they have to keep to themselves. He does not want to be lulled in the ease and gloom of matter. It is her duty to remind her husband. According to him, minimizing the slightest risk is much more important.

"This is it." Tama looks inexhaustible with the firmness of his stance. "Saw each month autodebet to your account. But this card ...." Tama raised a black card.

"It's here." Tama pointed at the black sturdy box. "You're free to wear it at any time for any purpose. No need to ask for permission anymore. Yes and yes?"

It was the best decision Tama ever made. He agreed. As well as praying in the heart may not make use of the black card.

"Well, next week ready?" Tama kissed her forehead gently after closing the black box back. After he helped store gold mayam and jewelry Tama giving in it.

He smiled nodding.

Tama has enrolled her in a Rajas family-owned personality school for a pretty fantastic fee. He should make the most of this opportunity.

"The spirit of learning." Tama switched to touching them both. Though he was recording the parcels given by Tama's colleagues for their marriage. Until the notebook in his hand fell to the floor because Tama increasingly grabbed it. But ...

DAG! DAG! DAG!

The room door was suddenly knocked from the outside.

"MAMA!" Shouted Sasa while continuing to bang on the door. "Can you eat cereal again before you go to bed?"

He almost laughed because Tama's head immediately drooped on his shoulder as soon as he heard Sasa scream.

"May," he answered without opening the door. "Don't forget to brush your teeth."

Sasa no longer banged on the door. It seems to be satisfied with the answer obtained. But not with Tama. Her husband's head was still on his shoulder.

"Mass?" He laughed again because Tama acted as if helplessly. "I want to finish this first." While trying to pick up the notebook that had fallen to the floor.

But his efforts must be extra because the weight of Tama's body enough to block his movement to reach the book.

"Write what?" Tama peeked out from behind his neck as soon as he managed to get the book back. Until a warm breath felt caressing the niche of his neck.

"List of people who give gifts" he murmured while trying hard to dispel the strange gelenyar, but it felt very pleasant that now began to visit his stomach.

"Pinter is my wife." Tama began to pierce his neck. "The initiative I like best."

He laughed until the rough grater of Tama's chin made the gall in the stomach increasingly become.

"Not smart." It tickles itself with Tama's combo. "Everyone does it on their wedding day. So that we can repay the gift-giver's kindness at a later time."

"Yes yes." Tama replied with a raucous voice. "It's up to my wife, please." Tama continued to explore her neck until there was not a single inch left.

"The names are a lot I don't know, Mom." The list of parcel givers he made almost reached two sheets. Not a few who only list names, without office. This makes it difficult to group.

"Where?" Tama with a lazy style finally switched from her neck. Started to pay attention to the notes he was making.

He pointed to a series of names on the second sheet. "Tresnoadjie Prasbuana?"

"My friend who lives in the Aussie" Tama replied lightly.

"Caraka Continent?" He again pointed to the second name. ®

"Yesterday I knew him, right?" Back to asking. "Who came with his wife. They're in a hurry because they just got a baby."

He was mangosteen even though he had not managed to remember the figure of the guest. Because so many VVIP invitations that Tama introduced to him.

"If this?" He pointed his name back at the notebook.

"The grandson of the former Chief of Police of the presidential era ...." Tama explains one by one the name of the parcel giver. Until Sasa again banged on the door of their room.

"Temenin Sasa sleep, Ma."

Tama follows him to Sasa's room. The 3x3 M room which is beautifully designed with pink dominant color feels so warm and reassuring. Padded mattress with bed linen and candy color blanket. A study table and a beautiful chair. The shelf contains dozens of gift dolls from Tama. Sasa really has its own very comfortable room.

"Papa's turn reading fairy tales?" Tama sat down to the right of Sasa who had hidden his face into his armpits.

"No need," Sasa replied while looking over. "Papa naughty fairy tale serem serem."

"Lho, how's serem?" Tama chuckles. "That's a story about courage. Let Sasa be a brave boy."

"No way!" Sasa pretended to be pouting. "Let your mom read the fairy tale."

"Papa's crus what's the job, dong? Idle time?" Seloroh. "His son is a Papa. Fun, here."

Sasa shook his head with eyebrows linked together. A sign of thinking hard. "Papa's job is one."

"What?"

"Gift to Sasa."

"Buahaha!" Tama immediately laughed.

Not long ago, Sasa was already asleep even though he was not fully sound. He still hugged Sasa to make sure his daughter was really slumbering so as not to cry when left behind. While Tama had moved to the next room, the boys' room.

"Still looking for sports that can strengthen your breath?" Tama asked as soon as she closed the door. Sasa was already lulled into dreamland. While the three boys, although not yet asleep, but already in their respective places.

The design on the bottom of the bed is reading a book. Icad in the middle is already wrapped in blankets while chatting with Umay who is still fun playing Lego.

He answered Tama's question with a nod and a stifled smile. No kidding for this one, although it sounds pretty embarrassing. The first thing that had astonished him. He is much younger than Tama. But about stamina losing a landslide. He is worried that in the future he will not be able to compensate for the surge of Tama if he does not prepare from now.

Ouch, his face suddenly heated up at the thought of all these sensitive things.

"Want to make a difference?" Tama immediately grabbed him into the embrace even though he had just sat himself on the bed. "Tomorrow the kids to buy a bike. All mama?"

"Mass?" He sighed in disbelief. Didn't Tama have agreed to hand over money management for a month to her? Why suddenly make a decision to buy a bike without discussing it first? The Tama boss style is really hard to get rid of.

"Umay and Sasa already have a bike." This time he nodded. "Icad doesn't need a bike. If you want to buy it for design."

"Bicycle butut so." Tama's voice sounded grumbling.

"No." Tama disagrees. "Tomorrow all the bikes. Including you." Then kiss her forehead deeply. "Bicycle is now a necessity. Not tertiary stuff anymore."

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Tama

H-3 he is still in the office to clear some unresolved work. Including the last coordination with Franky as the executor of the Police Department during his education, as well as the ranks of Kabagops and Kasat.

Then take care of his salary money autodebet to Pocut account number. Ah yes, for this one he was completely inexhaustible. He knew even though Pocut did not say it blatantly. Understand well if his wife is worried about the origin of the money he earned every month.

Just be right. Things like this have never been thought of before. But during his career he never cheated or tempted to commit fraud even though the opportunity is wide open. Sometimes things can't be avoided. It just happened without realizing it.

And Pocut's prudence when dealing with money made his admiration multiply. Fostering a sense of security and comfort that leads to calmness.

"His bicycle spirit let his breath be strong" he whispered half-temptingly as they looked at each other on the bed. His fingers do his favorite thing. Tracing the line of the Pocut cheeks whose skin feels smooth and soft like a baby.

Pocut stared back at him with a red face.

Pocuts ... Pocuts .... They've done a lot of things. Even everything without exception. There are no secrets between the two of them. He had even managed to find out the points of weakness of his wife. But every time it is teased still appear red tinge on the cheeks. Very amusing.

"Begging to be escorted by Agus or Devano" he continued to trace the fine-skinned cheek line. "Don't be alone."

"Take other people into consideration." Pocut's brows furrowed revealing disapproval. "Bicycle rails must be controlled by someone else."

"It's an order." He shook. Pocuts and children were his most precious treasures right now. He did not want anything bad to happen to them just because of his carelessness in protecting. "Not an offer."

"We've been troubling Devano too often." Pocut is still shrinking.

"It's his job!" His grunts were a little annoyed that Pocut was pitying Devano. Even when they are in bed.

"If it's my job" he said quickly without giving Pocut a chance to dodge. Doing things that can make him explode many times while falling in love repeatedly on the same figure. The owner of the face red on the cheek, his beloved wife.

"Not yet this sport," the god after they exploded together. "What if it's a sport?"

And a red tinge on the cheeks reappeared. This time complete with sweat dots on the forehead. Beautifully.

H-2 he still has to go to Mapolda. In the afternoon, back home was delivered by Devano.

"Titip mom and kids while I'm away, Van," she said as Pocut served them a cup of tea and a plate of snacks.

"Ready, Sir. Fine."

"You think of mother as me" he continued, glancing at Pocut who took a seat next to him. "Don't be slow if there's an order. Your habits like slow."

"Ready, Sir. Execute."

"Don't hesitate to give the order to Devano, Ma." He grinned because Pocut gave a warning look. It must be defending this boy, Devano.

"Every 25 hours he," he added with a wider grin. "Yes, Van. Ready 25 hours a day?"

"Ready, sir, 25 hours."

H-1 spent at home. Go get the kids to school. Then he brought them back to the Mall. Although minus Reka because after school his son was immediately trained at the swimming club of former Olympic athletes.

"Umay so join archery is not the same mas Reka?" The offer to Umay. The active child looked enthusiastic when accompanying the Archery practice two days ago.

"You said it first with mama" replied Umay with a sparkling face that could not be covered.

Not mother, not child. Everyone is cautious about all facilities and facilities. Justjust wonderful.

"Head of family is Papa. Not my mom." He shook his head in disagreement with the mimic in serious serious. "The final decision is in Papa's hands. Not my mom."

"A passion for archery clubs?" Todongnya fast.

A full day he chatted with the kids and Pocut. Enjoying the last moments of togetherness that feels difficult to leave even if only to Lembang.

"The first month of the schedule is quite solid," he murmured while watching Pocut who just finished reading the Qur'an. Middle fold the mukena then store it into the shelf.

This wife is really .. beuh, amazing. Only now did he find someone who always took the time to read the Qur'an after the Isha prayer or before going to bed.

"Reading the Qur'an brings good rewards" Pocut explained when he asked why he had to bother reading again even after the dawn prayer and his wife's maghrib had also read the Qur'an.

"It can be a liver remedy" continued Pocut. "Make the house feel serene and soothing."

But the next sentence was never expected. "Mas bring the Qur'an, yes."

Pocut even directly put the newly read Qur'an into a canvas bag that he will bring tomorrow morning to Lembang.

"No need," she refused quickly. "A lot of mosques there. Just take it."

Pocut smiled. "Let's be read in the room. Before bed. Or ...." Pocut held a smile. "If you miss home."

He certainly can no longer refuse. Reply smiling seductively as he muttered, "Kangen is the same hostess he means?"

"First month of a busy schedule?" Repeated Pocut who has now laid his head on his arm.

He nodded. "It can still go home. Maybe once or twice."

"If we follow?"

"Must," he said quickly. "Waiting in Bandung." He kissed Pocut's forehead at a glance. "Take Anja with Aran if you want to be together."

"Mama too?" Pocut muttered as he was trying to reach his wife deepened.

"Mama too. Mamak too," he answered quickly while drowning himself in the most tranquil place. Inviting Pocut also joined with him to explore the labyrinth full of twists. Then turn in a sharp bend exploring the most powerful currents that are so cradling at once.

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Pocktail

Right after the Fajur Tama prayer began packing. Hugging their four children one by one while whispering.

"Titip sisters, Reka."

"Titip mama, Icad."

"Same mama, May."

"Sasaaaa!" Tama lifted Sasa's body up high. "We can work together, Sasa?"

"Write it in a book if you or your brother do not obey your mother. Report to Papa."

Sasa giggled happily. "There's no reward, Pa?"

"Sasa?" He nodded in disagreement. Tama overindulges Sasa with an overflow of gifts. This could be a bad thing in the future. "Don't you have a lot of gifts from papa?"

"She, dong." But Tama obviously can't be invited to work together on this one. "Later Papa give you a gift if Sasa goes to Bandung."

"Yeeeeee!" Sasa cheered in excitement. "Ready, Papa. Later Sasa noted that mas same brother naughty. Hihih ...."

"Take care of yourself" whispered Tama as she hugged and kissed her forehead deeply. "If there's a problem, call me right away."

Tama went to Lembang delivered by Alfian. Leaving it with boisterous children preparing to go to school.

"Where are my legs, Ma?" Umay still lost his socks.

"Would I triple yes, Ma," Icad's pinta once every two days. "Make Boni with Kioda. They're so into Mama's cooking."

"Excluded?" The offer to the designer who had never wanted to bring food supplies to school.

Tama once said, in Surabaya Reka more often snack outside. Not used to carrying food everywhere. But every morning he always offers a stock box even though Reka always refuses.

"Can." Nodding the head of the design made her smile happily.

"You want to add that?" The bargain is full of spirit. "For a friend at school maybe?"

Reka shakes. "One time. I have no friends."

He heard the last sentence spoken. But keburu Reka snatched the supply box from his hand then ran after Sasa.

He almost asked the meaning of Reka's words but stopped. Because Icad and Umay started fighting over each other with their hands. Before running into the car being heated by Agus.

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Remarks :

©. : quoted from the news published CNBC Indonesia January 2019 edition.

®. : novel with the character "Caraka Continental" can be read in the title "I don't to be a Cinderella" by author Alana Kanaya. Welcome to visit if pleasing 🤗.

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