SECOND LOVE
CHAPTER 129
The sunlight was directly overhead, when the iron horse belonging to the Bas entered the yard of Nilam's parents' house.
The quiet atmosphere welcomed the presence of the two lovebirds. The main door seems tightly closed, motorcycle owned by Mr. Indra was not seen in the garage next to the house.
"Nobody's home, baby. Where are they, huh?" ask the bus to the passenger behind his back.
"Come, mas. I called Damar first." Nilam immediately went down, then reached for the phone stored in his flagship sling bag.
Not waiting for long, the voice from across greeted his sense of hearing.
"Yes, mba. What's up?" Damar's voice rang out among the boisterous voices of others.
"Mar, where are you? How about in a quiet house? Where are you mommy?" asked Nilam with a slight shout.
He was sure if the volume of his voice was ordinary, Damar would definitely not hear it well.
"Chat, mba. I can't hear it, it's so noisy in here." Without waiting for his answer, Damar had already disconnected the call from across.
"Ck, what a habit the child has, has not finished talking already dead," annoyed Nilam, shifted the screen of his phone.
"Where are they, baby?" tanya Bas, after Nilam finished typing the message.
"Not yet, mas. There is a noise there, there is a sound of gongs with people *mekidung," Nilam said.
Momentary silence. Both positions are still at home on the hot page.
A few seconds later, a reply to a message from Damar entered Nilam's phone. The girl sighed in disappointment as she read the contents of her youngest sister's message.
"They're in the village next door, mas. I forgot his distant brother's mother married his son today" said Nilam lethargic.
"Oohh, the pantesan deserted house," murmured Bas.
"Trus now what? Where do you put the keys?" ask the bus again.
Nilam.
"Brought with mom, mas. They don't know about me going home" said Nilam who was confused where to go now.
"Yes already, while waiting for them to come, how if you go with it, later mas show where our house wants to be built. But I kept this at my mother's house, "take the bus at last.
Nilam seemed to think, before finally nodding his head.
The bus returned to the mother's house to keep her backpack.
They rest for a while, accompanied by tea made by Utari.
Ms. Rahma was so happy to welcome the arrival of Bas and Nilam. Of course, because every time Nilam came to his house, the girl never came empty-handed. There was always something he brought as a gift.
"Mom's coming to see your house, Bas, '" said Bu Rahma to her eldest son.
"Look what, people don't have a building yet, Mom. Just make the foundation," reject Baskara.
"Just why the hell, mas. Let me mama mute!"
Utari said from the kitchen.
Nilam gave the code for Bas to comply with Ms Rahma's request. He could not hear such a debate, let alone see the unfriendly face of Utari.
The bus sighed, and finally relented.
"Later mother with Utari only if it's boncegan. I screwed Nilam about it," said Bas.
Not fifteen minutes drive, they have arrived on an area of 1 hectare owned by Brata sir.
The bus parked its bike on the side of the road, followed by Utari behind it.
"Ck beware Mom, really the blanket is adek, pity it will be bitten by mosquitoes," said Utari ordered Bu Rahma, to pay extra attention to the baby carried by the middle-aged woman.
Bas and Nilam only glanced at a glance, then resumed their steps.
"Cold?" tanya Bas distracted her lover. The air in that place is indeed cooler than their homes, because the place is indeed on higher ground.
Nilam. He loved the air in that place. Cooler, more relieving breathing.
"Away yes, ma'am?" asked Nilam who had never been invited to that place before.
"No, it's visible" said Bas, speeding up his pace.
About a hundred meters from the roadside, there was a plot of land that had been cleared by trees. The foundation has been installed, some craftsmen are seen installing a barrier wall in the area, separating the yard with the surrounding agricultural land.
Bas explained briefly to Nilam, what the concept of the house he wanted to build. Nilam just nodded in agreement, because he did not really understand about the design of a house.
"Try to look there, baby." Show the bus to the south. From where they stand, the natural scenery is so beautiful to spoil the eyes. There was a big sea in the distance. The hill on the left is so beautiful with pine trees that look green.
"Good, right? The plan is to make a small garden below, continue to make a gazebo also to sit back here. What do you think?"
Nilam.
"Good, anyway. But what does it cost, how?" ask Nilam. He watches around. The place was beautiful, but still unspoiled. It takes a lot of time and cost to make it all like the Bas wish.
"Slow down, make it. Now the focus is the same as the wedding. Once it's done, we'll think about home. It's okay, right, for a while we're the same mother first?"
"Yes, mas. It's okay" Nilam said.
