Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

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Me, Langit and Arin went downstairs under Mas Damar's orders. Arin said, his boss always invited dinner together. He would eat first, after which he took turns to take Sky and told Arin to eat.

As an employer, he could not even bother replacing Arin for a meal. He could have other people also invite the Sky without having to rush to eat. However, said Arin, he did not want to disturb the others, all already have their respective duties. After all, he also wanted to play with Sky for a while before his son went to sleep. Really a kind employer.

"Rin, as usual, I eat first, then change," Mas Damar told Arin.

"Mas, sorry. Let me change it for Arin. Mas Damar just eat quietly," I interjected. Maybe among his assistants, I'm the only one who protests a lot.

"No, you'll eat last night. Let me watch Sky, you two eat." Me and Arin nodded at the same time.

Mas Damar headed for the dining table, while Arin and I headed for the living room to play with the Sky. This house is really a complete portion, for children the age of Heaven who even sit alone can not have provided so many toys.

A few minutes passed, Mas Damar appeared. He sat down with us on the carpet below.

"Ras, your room is in the room next to the Sky. Later the sky let Arin sleep as usual," explained Mas Damar before we left.

"Wouldn't the sky sleep with me, Mas? The function is that I sleep here, right, make the sky lookout. Not that I don't believe in you, you know, Rin," I said to Arin. The girl nodded understanding my point.

"Actually from the beginning I invited you here, it is indeed to take care of the sky, aja. For all its needs let Arin who ngerjain, including waiting for the Sky to sleep. But if you feel that way, yes, it's no problem. Tomorrow when you stay here, change it with Arin, so you can both rest," said the handsome boss.

"OK, Mum. Tonight let Arin rest in peace first," said I, who was called Mas Damar.

"Rest in peace, think I'm going to die?" arin protested as we walked towards the kitchen. I laughed when I heard the girl's words.

That night, after dinner, I brought Sky back to my room. While Mas Damar himself prepares his needs to go to Bali. He said he'd be at the airport at about eleven in the evening, if there were no problems and other problems, maybe tomorrow night would be home. Poor Mas Duda, handsome, rich, unfortunately pingin anything done by himself.

Arriving at the room, the sky was already asleep. Just like before, after being fed milk, he would easily fall asleep. I put him slowly on the bed, I patted him a little as usual, and he fell asleep.

I picked up the phone I had neglected. Ten calls no

answered and a few whatshapp messages lined up. Almost all the calls from Alvin, except one contact I missed dearly, Mother.

Not minding another call, I immediately dialed my mother's number back. As I recall, we last communicated a week ago when I left with Alvin. Mumpung has a pulse let me contact him first, because usually wait for mother first who calls.

"Assalammualaikum, Nduk," the answer from across the street was immediately heard.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mom. Pripun kabare?"

"So healthy, Mom. It's really healthy. Now saras will not be maem soto, kare, rendang in the form of instant noodles again, Saras is delicious now, ma'am." My story is very enthusiastic.

"Well, how could that be? You got a rich guy's girlfriend, huh? Don't be weird, Ras. We are more alive than sinning. The torment of hell is grievous, Nduk." I just turned the ball lazily hearing mother's words. It was his habit to be prejudiced without hearing the explanation first.

"Mboten, Ma'e. Dengerin Saras story first, to. Saras is now working as a baby siter, living in his house as well. Now Saras eat well, the house is big, Mom," kicauku no less fast with parrots.

"You're a maid? Loalah, Nduk. Wh why? It's good to be a store clerk like yesterday. Later if you mess around how? Aduuh kok so remember the same movie Kanjeng Doso, ituloh soap operas that his wife many." Lah, right? Gini nih, if the soap opera victim, the distance thought.

"God, Mom. Here Saras is only told to take care of the baby doang. Many friends too. Mother mostly watch soap operas anyway, the photographer Saras is a widower, Mom, so it's impossible if it's a second wife."

"Oalah .. yawes, I'm glad that's it. Gini, yesterday Ipan boss came again to Mom, askain you. Mother same father wes agreed nolak, mother reason you wes have a boyfriend, so tomorrow if you go home do not bring a girlfriend, yes wes emboh. I'm confused Grandma must find another reason." For a moment, the woman who owns my paradise fell silent. He heard her sigh.

"You know, to, I never intended to match or force you to marry an Ipan boss. However, you know, we owe a lot to the late father. Thanks to him, you managed to go to high school. I don't want you to be his wife either, he's more likely to be your uncle."

Now it's my turn to catch my breath hearing my mother's words. True indeed, if not for Mr. Sardi - the father of the Ipan-jagan - could not have been our life as it is now.

Dad had an accident when I was a child, his leg right on the thigh was badly injured. Even then, he had to undergo two operations to install platinum, a device that he said could help to walk back.

After the accident, my father's leg was limping, there wasn't much he could do. That's when Mr. Sardi came to help, he invited the father to work in his place, the warehouse of tiger seeds. Seeing his condition, he was deliberately given a light job. Until finally we can redeem the paddy fields that are pawned for the cost of operating the father first.

Mr. Sardi also often gave more wages to my father, for my school fees, he said. Since then, we have always felt indebted to him.

"Doain, Saras, ma'am. So that you can really introduce Saras candidates to Ibu Lebaran tomorrow. Ipan bosses are not like those in the soap operas, right? Which if I don't want to marry her the same house the rice field confiscated?" I'm a little worried. Amit-amit, do not let such an event happen really.

"Mom sing watch sinetrone, kowe sing lebay. Yo no, wong we also don't have debt money with them. I only think if I get caught lying. Say you already have a boyfriend when it doesn't sell."

"Oh God, Mother. Amit-amit, how wonderful that his son is not la-."

"Ras, are you asleep?" Not yet I continued the conversation, the sound of a call was heard from behind the door.

"Loh, Race. Sopo kuwi? How's yooke lanang?"

Die me! Maning - maning koyok ngene.