Sweet Honey Belongs to My Husband
Episode 24
Fifteen minutes they kept debating the same issue. And the edges of the muter are there too. Eventually they had to call Ronny, the employer, to pick them up.
Drrr...
"Mas, your phone is calling" Dayana pointed at the phone on the nightstand whose ringtone was silent by Ronny so as not to disturb her children to sleep.
Ronny turned his gaze from the laptop monitor towards the nightstand beside the bed. Ronny stood up to pick up his phone reading the name that appeared on the screen of the sophisticated flat object.
"Yes.haloo" replied Ronny
"Emm.anu mas. Susi and I had just walked out. Eh tau - taunya stray mas" explained mang Darman shy.
"Oh my goodness, Mang Darman. Where is the position now?" Ronny asked, shaking his head
"Persis in front of this puskesmas mas" explained mang Darman.
"Yes already... Wait there. I'll pick you up for a second" said Ronny.
"Mas, what's wrong?" Dayana asked, wondering why Mang Darman called
"So Mang Darman and mbak Susi way out. Eh don't know forget the way home" explained Ronny giggled amusedly.
"Ooh... That way. There's a quick pick up. Their kasian was already soybean" Dayana slowly stretched her daughter's small body out of her arms.
Dayana has not been able to sleep because her body is still adjusting to the new atmosphere. Dayana is accustomed to the air of the capital, so the aroma of cool and clean nights typical of the countryside also want to enjoy it longer.
Their bedroom windows are inserted with mosquito wire so that cool night air can still enter the room but not with mosquitoes.
This Ronny grandfather heritage house has the characteristics of the old house that is still maintained and well maintained until now.
Walls made of high-quality wood are supported by concrete-lined building bases. The roof of the house is also soaring high enough that air circulation is very good.
It feels like Dayana linger in that village. Unlike in a city that will still be crowded people passing by on the streets. In the village at 9 p.m., the streets were deserted.
Moreover, the houses of residents are still far away limited by vegetable plantations owned by local residents whose size is quite wide. Plus 5-lane crossroads make any stranger who comes will be strayed.
In other places, Mang Darman and mbak Susi who are still squatting in front of the village pack are still busy guessing why the woman they follow is in the village.
"What do we do know about non-Dayana?" Anjur mbak Susi's.
"Ehh. Kasian non Dayana later more burden of mind. Non Lala has not healed yet" prevent Mang Darman
"Trus.. What about mom? We can't tell Ronny's time, can we?" Susi is worried if her employer Ronny knows.
"Yes right. We don't know the purpose and purpose of this woman here".
"It could be similar too. Kayak mang Darman with Lee Min Ho" said mang Darman origin rubbed his own cheeks that began to wrinkle.
"Wuuihhh. Disgust me aah" mbak Susi shuddered amused herself
"Hahaaahha... Ngiri ya boss" replied Mang Darman shameless.
"Bahhaaa.haaa. Susi Kim's twin Suzy never Ngiri (to the left), always Nganan (to the right)" Susi pompously.
" Beeehhhh doesn't want to..." Mang Darman squinted his eyes glancing over here Susi.
"Eh. I have an idea of mang. How about we report to your father. Let the father investigate" brilliant idea came out suddenly from the mind mbak Susi.
"Yes.yeah. Mang Darman agrees. Can be a mystery nimbulin yes why after the incident at that time, immediately moved house there is no trace" mang Darman nodded Agree with the advice mbak Susi this time.
"Ok.this time we are united to protect this family" Susi clenched her hand forward convincing herself.
"That's Ronny as it is" Mang Darman stood up when he saw the approaching car lights.
Ronny's car stopped right in front of them. Susi and Mang Darman went up with a shy blush.
"Sorry mas. ngerepotin" said mang Darman sincerely.
"Well, what else. Tomorrow bring a map of Dora ya manh, let's not go astray.hahaha" teased Ronny on both PRTnya..
"Dora has retired mas, because Emon has become a standUp comedy artist" interrupted mbak Susi began to fret.
"Heeiiiii bamboo propeller" cried mang Darman suddenly.
Ronny patted his own eel with abstract behavior did not connect the style of their two very loyal PRT.
Arriving at home, they each cleaned themselves before going to bed. The clock has already shown to the number 10.35.
Mang Darman thought for a moment whether it was good for their oldest employer to receive news like this at night.
But when he saw Jo's father's number was online. So he decided to ask first.
Mang Darman ~Goodnight sir, There are important things I have to say about someone we have been looking for ~
Johan Barata ~ say..~
Mang Darman sent a video they recorded while following the woman.
Johan Barata ~ this..from which you get~.
Mang Darman ~ we recorded it ourselves earlier while following it all the way home. Not far from home here~
Johan Barata ~ fine. Thank you so much for playing a role in protecting our family ~
Mang Darman put down his phone. Her heart was touched and happy with the sweet behavior of her employers who valued them highly as domestic workers.
However, Darman who does not have relatives already considers the Barata family to be his own family.
His life is now well-sufficient thanks to the help of Johan Barata who is willing to extend his hand to help a garbage collector like himself.
And so did Johan Barata. He is grateful to have a fast-moving worker protect his family without his orders.
Jo's father then sent the video to someone he knew. He hired a private detective to investigate.
Jo's father was willing to spend some nominal money to prepare for all possibilities. Moreover, this had something to do with the safety of his favorite son-in-law.
What about Ronny? His bad son would never be able to count on something like this. His own fault used to raise a child solely by pampering him.
Jo's father also texted Dayana's uncle to get ready. Prepare the mental, energy and mind to collaborate to protect Dayana.
Why does Dayana continue to have to accept suffering. Dayana grew up without hurting or offending others.
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The next morning, breakfast was prepared by Lidya's maternal cousin. They had come in at dawn through the back door that was deliberately unlocked.
Mirna's grandmother and Lidya's mother's house were close together. The position of Mirna's grandmother's house is right behind the house of Lidya's late mother's father. Beside the house there is a special 2.5 meter wide road to the house of Mirna's grandmother.
Lastri deftly prepared breakfast menu. They plan to have breakfast in the backyard of Lidya's mother's house which blends with the front yard of Mirna's grandmother's house.
Mat made of woven bamboo has also been held. The aroma of fried yams cooked using a firewood stove also radiates fragrant to the nose of Lidya's mother who has just finished with her morning bathing routine.
"Lastri..." Sapa mother Lidya.
"This is my favorite sweet potato" he asked, who continued to breathe in the fragrant aroma that he had longed for.
"Yes ma'am, it's only last night at the harvest" replied the mother's cousin Lidya.
"It must be so sweet...."
"My saliva almost exploded" exclaimed Lidya's mother who impatiently waited for the sweet potatoes to mature.
"Call the others mbak. We had breakfast together" Pinta Lastri
"Oohh yes. Almost forgot" mother Lidya went back in the house and called all her family members out.
Their breakfast atmosphere was crowded and looked very happy. A fairly simple breakfast menu feels very delicious if eaten together in a happy state of heart.
Until one troublemaking event completes the happiness of the family.
"Lala, release. It belongs to the oma" Lidya and Lala's mother holds one last fried yam on her plate.
"Oma, this is Lala's" lala said defiantly.
The two of them squinted their eyes fiercely. The struggle for a piece of yam also occurs with the power of the hand.
"Lala, not last"
"Oma, lelatin gak" Lala imitates Lidya's mother's words.
"Ohhh really is a struggle anyway. Can be fried again" Ronny desperate who had tried to break up the fight for a piece of yam.
"Mother give up. There are still many behind the harvest" persuaded Ronny.
"Ooh can't be Ron. The location of the pleasure of sweet potatoes is at the bite of the last piece of sweet potatoes that are still warm" said Lidya's mother who is still cool.
"Yes..Lala agreed" Lala replied still did not want to lose.
Slaapppp....
Now the last piece of the yam is gone, changing hands not to the hands of the mother Lidya or Lala's hands.
The last piece of sweet potato is now split in two in the hands of Danta who is in the middle between Lala and Lidya's mother.
Danta casually gave Lala and her omana the parts he had already shared.
"It's the same size. Let's spend it now before Danta changes his mind" said Danta firmly, as firm as his opinion, Johan Barata.
Lala and Mother Lidya received each piece of yam that had shrunk, and ate it with a face of mewek unwillingly.
The family was excited to see the romance between the granddaughter and her oma.
"Persis like little Lidya" muttered Mirna's grandmother on Dayana who was smiling sweetly beside her.
Not far away from them sitting enjoying breakfast, there was a pair of eyes observing them. But he did not linger there because soon there will be many farmers who will pass by to go to work in their respective gardens.
"You see, until when your lips will smile" he said, filled with hatred.
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