Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Fastings

I greet my mother, father and Adit with sparkling eyes. This morning, Mas Damar told a driver to pick them up, so now they are here with a smile.

"Buk, sir, Ngapunten ngggeh, Saras can not pick up," I said while kissing the hands of Father and Mother.

I led them into the living room.

"No papa, Nduk, you must be busy preparing for your wedding reception. We have been picked up already happy," said the father with a smile.

Mas Damar chuckled softly, especially what made him laugh if it was not about the father's talk. He knows exactly what keeps us busy.

You don't know, I'm not busy preparing for the reception, instead busy serving my handsome husband next to me. Mas Damar said, mumpung father's mother has not come, please if they come and we do not go out of the room. Even though he was the one who was loyal, good luck. Halaah .. that sentence again, fishing reader really.

Last night, again I was hit by him, even I don't know how many rounds we had last night. I who was weak still have to serve Mas Damar who knows when his stamina goes down. That's just not using strong drugs, try if you use, piauuh .. ready dilalerin.

"Nduk, the house is big, huh? this if you make rice baskets must be good, huh? where there is no chicken" said Mother with eyes around the whole house.

Son, Right? I said what, must be a seneng mother really met rash this big, the soul of the farmer thrashed.

"Wash it here, harvest time there? very complicated, ma'am," I replied while chuckling.

"Mbak Saras, Ms Saras, can you swim? if there is swimming in the rice field, want to try swimming under the use of ceramics" said Adit innocently.

"May, but eat first, huh? let's not catch a cold."

"Horeee," Adit cheered happily. Me and my dad just looked at her behavior.

"Mother mother how was the trip? smoothly?" ask Mas Damar to my parents.

"Currently, Mas. Uenak adem mobile," replied Mother who made me hit the forehead.

"I'm going back first, huh? want to check the food, is it ready yet," my saying that is taken by everyone there.

I stepped into the kitchen, where Madam Indri and Mbok Darmi had arranged food on the dining table.

"Bak, sorry, yes, so take this much cooking," I said, helping to tidy up the dining table.

"Please, Race. Yo don't papalah, wong you're his master now. Even strange, there is an employer apologizing to his aides," replied Indri with a chuckle.

"No, Ma'am. I'm still the same Saras. Wes no employer is the same maid. I told you, Madam Indri's employer is only Mas Damar."

"Yes-yes. Wes this food is ready, ajakin your family is eating now. Pity must be hungry," said Mbak Indri with a smile.

I nodded and walked into the living room.

"Sir, Buk, Let's eat first" asked me who was taken by my father and mother.

The old man and my sister walked first, while Mas Damar suddenly walked beside me holding my waist.

I turned towards Mas Damar, the man winked while smiling mischievously.

"Mas Damar's work. Not sure how much exercise every night," my nagging again made him chuckle.

"That was the last night, sweetheart.Fif days until the reception, I was ready to fast. But I can't guarantee that it's going bad after tomorrow's reception."

"Huu .. sure that fasting is?" my God who made the Damar mas suddenly pulled my waist closer.

"Depending if the father and mother can be invited to compromise first," he replied with a ignorant smile.

I just pinched his stomach, my husband chuckled. The vulgar conversation stopped when we got to the dinner table.

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Elsewhere, in a corner of her apartment, Zakki stared wryly at an invitation paper in her hand.

There, Saras was smiling broadly in Damar's arms. Zakki smiled in horror, the piece of red meat in her heart gaping. The girl looked happy, smiling widely but unfortunately the source of happiness was not from her.

He once dreamed of happiness. Saras will always smile because of him. He is the place where Saras anchored both joy and sorrow. That's what he'll see when he closes and opens his eyes in the morning. But all in all, now it was just a dream for him.

As hard as Zakki tried, his heart remained fragile. He did let go, but unfortunately the pain was more controlling. And for the umpteenth time in his solitude, Zakki shed tears.

081556556***

Good morning, Doctor.

This morning I greeted the sun from my window. The light is still the same, only for me the warmth is reduced. Probably because no smile greeted me. Did the doctor miss me? let me have a good reason to see you.

Zakki frowned, feeling unacquainted with the new number that had just sent the message. But seeing how to call him, Zakki's mind was fixed on one person.

But where did he get his phone number?

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Hallooo ... Good morning, ciyeee long holiday, ngamar continue for sure this.

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Sorry, Yes, the old update, again take care of the recipe in Damar Saras. Again make a tetel, chirp, apem, same lemper for treats.

The rich man begono? bodo very, pan let be different from the others🤣🤣

Uh, Denis Mutia is also an update, don't forget to stop by too

Wes, Ah. Remote kisses for all of you😘😘😘