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CHAPTER 4. LUXURY NIGHT CLUB

Heart Reunion

It was a wound healer. Also the taste. Both of these things, no one sold them.

Mom's hand sprained. Because of falling accidentally stepped on a banana peel. Wrist problems when trying to support the body load.

"Nduk .. Your mother fell."

The father shouted to call Lodi while lifting up the mother.

"Mom's fine" said the mother.

"Well, my hands are swollen like this" said Lodi.

Dad and Lodi took mom to the doctor. The X-ray fix is broken. Fortunately it can still install casts, do not have to operate. The news reached Nada's ears.

"We're looking at mom, Mas. Mom fell her hand cracked."

"OKAY. All of you look at Lodi," said Sumbang spontaneous.

That answer made the stirring Tone of drinking stop his movement.

"Mas still miss Lodi's mom?"

Be silent, complain in your heart. He regretted his own words.

"She's pregnant, too, Nad."

"Mas knows? Why not talk?"

"A while ago I saw her shopping for baby clothes. When you met at dr. Rahma, you already know, right?"

Tone let out a long breath, staying down.

"Don't worry, my wife is now you" said Sumbang while patting Nada on the shoulder.

Donate and Nada finally comes home. First visit after they got married.

"Make a drink for your husband, Nad." Mother gave the order.

Cook the Lodi that makes drinks. Not very. Tone to the kitchen. Lodi is cutting vegetables.

"Bak Lodi is healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah good. You?"

"Alhamdulillah."

Hand Tone moving take cup, sugar and tea dip.

"Would you make tea for your husband?"

"Eh ... Aye." Yeah."

"He doesn't like teabags. He wants a tea. Just a little roll. If there's rock sugar, it's better."

Silent tone. But his hand was clutching the sugar lid.

"He's the kind of person, who really likes it when we understand the taste of his tongue."

Face Tone reddened.

"If you have trouble waking him up at dawn, make some tea. The smell of it wakes me up."

Tone stirring the drink roughly. Without cleaning the sugar container he rushed to the living room.

Lodi sighed while shrugging her shoulders. "What happened to me? Ah, nevermind. Who asked to wear second stuff? The first owner must have understood."

Lodi didn't see Sumbang. He lives in the kitchen. Mata Sumbang trying to find the figure of Lodi. Niente.

"I'm going to the back first" permission Donate.

When he went to the bathroom, he found Lodi. His ex-wife was eating mangoes. Unknowingly, Sumbang smiled at the sight.

"You and our son are healthy?" ask Beetle.

The question made Lodi stop the activity of chewing mango. Without caring about the question Donate, Lodi stood intending to enter the room.

"Thank you for remembering how to make my favorite tea" said Sumbang cheerfully.

Lodi paused for a moment, looked into Sumbang's eyes for a split second, then walked back.

***

"Lod, the reunion's coming?" bring Santi.

"Of course."

"Cok know? Who knows if there are widowers too. Can dong."

"Oh, Santi. My idyllic time has not passed. Must wait lahiran. Also puas."

Santi just heard a nosy grin. During High School Lodi is not dating. There are no special boyfriends. It's a pleasure to flirt.

Lodi keeps coming at the reunion. Although briefly. Business purpose. High School Reunion, the intention depends on the reunion for the year.

Reunion after 5 years, find a mate. Reunion after 10 years, find a business friend. Reunion after 30 years, find a daughter-in-law.

Lodi's prayer of expanding the business was accomplished.

"Hendar order shirt. Unmitigated. Four hundred kodi."

Holding a businessman. He lives in Kalimantan.

"Four hundred of those codes, should be available in a week. Later, I'm first someone else is in stock."

Her request keeps Lodi busy. I went to some craftsmen. Trying to get the best.

"He's already transferred 5% down payment%."

Lodi sends goods according to the money that has been transferred.

[Ndar, I look forward to the next transfer. The goods are ready to send]

Just two blue ticks. There's no reply. Day passed. Lodi is still waiting. The second day, Lodi called.

[Aimportant number could not be reached. Wait a few more moments]

Lodi sent an sms. Also chat via WA. Just tick one. Even in WAG, the number came out. Lodi started to panic.

"What does that mean? A shirt with 380 kodis piled up in my shop."

"Where's the money?" tagih craftsman.

"Reverted? Just yummy! Pay dong! I made that item specifically fulfill your order. Can't just cancel!"

The craftsmen began to charge.

[Someone knows Hendar's new number?] Lodi asked in the group. No response.

Lodi's right hand was twitching his head. Left hand stroking fetus in the abdomen.

"Son, you're fine inside. Enough mother who's thinking and dizzy."

"Lodi, how much do you owe? Let me help you." Offering help. I don't know where that guy knew. Lodi's been trying to cover up. Not even telling mom and dad.

"I can handle it."

"Don't let your pregnancy get into trouble because of it. He's my son too."

Lodi looked at her husband's eyes.

"Mas, uh, I mean Donate, no need to worry. I'm stronger than you think."

***

There is hope at the end of the mind. There is a miss at the end of love. What's at the end of the wound?

Lodi cars for sale. It's 50 million.

"It can actually sell 75."

"Yes, Mom. But I need some quick money. The craftsmen are after me."

"Yes already. Money can be sought. It is easy if it is sustenance. But trust, different."

Lodi smiled and hugged her mother. Her mother's embrace was warm and soothing. Mother who raised Lodi and Nada. Not giving birth to both of them.

That afternoon Lodi came home from around sending orders. It sold 2 kodi. Debts are not fully paid off. He has to work hard.

Blup

Pluk defender

The engine suddenly made a strange sound. Speed slows down when the gas is pol.

"Yes, why my bike? Full gasoline."

Lodi's tuning his motor. Vain. No response. It was a very hot day in Pekalongan. And this is the village road. Right left paddy field dry post harvest. Just a shade over there is no place covered in shadow. Right left is just blazing.

"Son, let's take this bike slowly. Strong yes," said Lodi while stroking the baby in the stomach.

Five minutes, stop. Just take a breath and stroke the throat.

"Even if you have not met the workshop, at least the stall that sells drinking water."

Lodi continues on his way.

"What's the motor, Mom?"

In the 15th minute someone said hello. Brown-skinned youth and black pearl-eyed.

"Eitherway. Suddenly strike."

The young man got off his bike. Gawking gasoline. Trying to start the engine. But vain.

"It looks like a spark plug" said the young man, looking at Lodi. His eyes hit Lodi's big belly. Sweat on his face.

"Mom better take shelter first. Come on, Mom."

Lodi climbed into the motorbike of the young man. He dropped Lodi off at a small shop.

"Mom's drinking first."

Lodi nodded weakly. "Sweet tea and boiled noodles."

While the young man was gone.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen.

Thirty

Forty.

"Why so long? Did my bike run?"

Lodi's cold sweat started to come out.

"Help God, don't test me with a motor driven to run. I need it really."

Lodi took the device.

"I should've asked for his phone number."

Lodi was about to call Santi when the sound of his motorbike came closer.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Long time."

The young man handed the motor key to Lodi. His hand is oil.

"Thank you."

"Together."

"How much is it?"

"No need. I changed the spark plug. But wear the old ones. The important thing is to walk so that you can go home. Excuse me..."

The young man immediately came out of the stall half-run.

Stupefied lodi.

"Where is he on motor? I should've taken him to his bike. He's so nice."

Lodi breathed a long breath.

"Whoever he is, to me today he is an angel sent by God."

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