Teasers In The House

The Part 49 Curhatan Adarga Handanu

Day by day my turmoil was growing. Feelings of anxiety increasingly erratic control every joint of fear.

Argha!

The longer this situation takes, the more depressed my mind becomes. Every step I wanted to use was bumped into a sense of uncertainty about the results I would later get.

In order to maintain the integrity of the household, I decided this afternoon to go see my old friend, Martin. Hopefully after chatting with him I will find a solution to all these problems.

"Tumben remember me, Dan?" greet Martin when the bones sit touching the chair in this classic cafe.

"It's good I remember you, Tin." I don't have any taste in responding to his chirping.

"Is there a problem, especially?"

"Bobby."

"Bobby? Your former step-father-in-law who adored that all-female grandmother?"

I just nodded in response to a long question that came out of Martin's mouth.

"Coffee pot first, gih!" my proposal to Martin.

"Wear cyanide, right?" joking Martin with a wink made a silly behavior.

"May, especially for you, Tin. But before drinking make a will first, yes, hahaha ...." Finally my laughter broke, the burdening matter was a little forgotten.

"Waitress!" call me a waitress.

"Yes, Sir. What do you want to order?"

"Dalgona coffee one, espresso one. A four-piece cheese croissant."

"Moreover, Sir?"

"That's it, that's it."

"Okay, please wait a minute, yeah."

After waitress left to make an order, my eyes returned to focus on men who had not been married.

"I want to talk seriously" I said, starting the conversation.

"Are you sure you want to talk serious?" Martin's forehead folded with slightly squinting eyes.

"Can't you be ordinary?"

"Okay, I'll be normal." Martin changed his expression and fixed his seat.

"I need your help to solve this case." I threw two photos I found in the study room at the desk, right in front of Martin.

"Who's Bobby with?" ask Martin curiously.

"Bobby with Arini. They cheated on me behind my back," I answered, there was a terrible pain I felt in my chest.

"What's? Arini's cheating on Bobby? No way, you must have misunderstood me again!"

"Where is misunderstanding? That's proof it's there." I'm getting sewed because it looks like Martin doesn't believe what I'm saying.

"Where did you find this photo?" Martin's face turned serious, his sitting position upright closer to the table.

"In the workspace."

"Second photo?"

"Also in the workspace."

For a moment Martin thought seriously, his eyeballs back to the two images still lying on the table.

"Arini's face is invisible, everyone is turning their back on the camera."

"Yes, know. Without you talking I see, Tin. Still using that comment!" grumbling irritated.

"Andu, Danu .. from the past until now very difficult to think," murmured Martin, then he sipped espresso coffee that almost chilled gegara discussing Arini and Bobby.

"You know what my brain is, ever since it was poisoned with the deadly seduction of my beautiful mother-in-law plus the shakes of a vase of flowers. That's why I came to you, Tin, to find a solution."

"Udah, don't be long. Before you get to shake the vase of flowers is also slow."

"Why do you want to help me?" My patience seems to be tested by this one friend, so no girl is at home dating him, surely because he is carrying like a mother-female.

"Look, Dan. If you want it all done quickly, try donk you become a normal Danu."

"Laah .. You think I'm not normal? Now that everyone's not living a normal life anymore, Tin."

"You mean?" Martin was confused by my words.

"Now everyone is in the 'new normal' phase, remember that!"

"Sableng basic! We, uh, want to talk about Arini and Bobby. What I need to normalize is your brain! I want to encourage you to come up with a logic, ready?"

"What is there to do? It's obvious they're cheating."

A moment later it appeared Martin let out a long sigh. It seems like there is something he wants to take seriously.

"Look, Dan. I feel like there are people who want to ruin your relationship with Arini."

"Yaelaah .. still use talk again. Yeah, well, Bobby's goal is to ruin my household, he wants to take Arini away from me. You are, Tin .. That's what he thought for a long time."

"Can you shut up, right? You asked to see me for help but nyela mulu." Martin was getting upset.

Strange, why is he upset. I should have been upset because he was just muttering from earlier. But since only he can I can help, this time I have to try to be patient.

"You know I said, when you're done just comment," he said that I said with a code of fingers okay.

"These photos you found in the workspace. So, there was a house person sneaking into the room. It's definitely Bobby's man."

"Yes, really. I also think so," I replied as a mangosteen.

"Who's been in your house recently?" Netra Martin is investigating.

"Sri, the housekeeper recommended by Si Bobby."

"Well, there it is!"

"Why?"

"Don't Sri be deliberately sent to help Bobby."

"How's it helping?" I'm starting to wonder about Martin's analysis, which has started out like an investigator.

"I think Arini's been framed."

"stuck?" My brain began to digest every presumption presented by this man before me. Arini is a smart guy, it's hard to frame him.

"The first possibility is .. ehm ...." For a moment Martin closed his eyes while tapping his forehead with his index finger.

"What's the first possibility, Tin?"

"According to analysis ... Bobby invites Arini to meet somewhere, then tells Sri to take pictures from afar. After that, Bobby tells Sri to put the photo in your work space so that you can easily find it but it is not known by Arini."

"There's also your analysis, Tin. Makes sense to it."

"The second possibility is that it's not Arini, but someone else that Bobby asks to act as if it's Arini. That's why Arini's photos don't look face."

"That means there's a third person taking their picture" I said.

"Yes." Yeah."

"But .. clearly in the photo there are Sons and Daughters near them, that means that in the photo is definitely Arini." I tried to deny the second possibility.

"Sri can take the Son and the Princess to that place, and she also wears Arini's usual clothes." Martin is trying to defend his opinion.

"So far Arini never allowed Sri to touch the Twins. She said, let the kids not get too close to ART."

"That means the one who met Bobby was Arini. Well, you should secretly follow Arini when she's out of the house." Martin flicked a finger at the sign that he had an idea for a solution to my problem.

"Where to follow? I'm out of town a lot."

"Pretend you're out of town." Martin made a suggestion that made me think for a moment.

If I pretend to be out of town, I don't think that's possible. All duty out of town must be at Bobby's or Rahman's request. Then, what should I reason for?

"That's a bad idea, Martin detective KW."

"What bad idea?"

"If my work problems can't be reasoned, because everything I do must be to the knowledge of Bobby and Father-in-law."

"Why not go to your parents' house?"

"Other than that, Tin. Arini will definitely be followed."

Our foreheads wrinkled, forming a line fold that was thinking hard. How to start an investigation into Arini and Bobby's affair?

Honestly, from my deepest heart I don't want to believe it all. However, the evidence points to that illicit relationship.

"And, how about we ask the reader for some advice?" Suddenly Martin spoke while flicking his finger.

"What advice?"

"Yes, it's clear the advice of all your problems. Let the reader give you an idea of how to start your investigation."

"Indeed, the author who is a punjab artist but if you talk about using the Arabic dialect will accept our proposal?" I'm still not sure.

"Try asking first," said Martin while removing the device from his pocket.

Ringing device sign is calling audible. Unapplaced. Author songong, he's busy. Not empathizing at all with how I felt.

Martin repeated more than five times. He raised his shoulders and put the device back on the table. Looks like he's giving up.

A few minutes of silence. Martin and I dissolved into each other's minds. Maybe I need more energy to think. There is no harm in ordering food to fill the stomach that has begun to protest.

"Mom!" Call me on waitress who's delivering two cups of coffee to another customer's desk.

"Yes, sir."

"The next batch of bread will be red velvet, the coffee plus one cup as well."

"Why coffee is the same or different?"

"Just the same."

"Good, Sir. Please wait for."

I just nodded. My gaze again gazed far beyond the cafe, rather wandering into the sky to gaze at the white clouds hovering.

Drrrt .. drrrt .. drrrt ....

Gawai Martin shook. Quickly he took the device and received a call that did not forget the speaker diloud.

"What did you call ane?" A voice far from meek sounded from the sebrang connection.

"This, Thor. We're talking again" replied Martin a little groggy.

"What is deliberation?" Back the woman asked a question that actually made me and Martin look at each other in wonder.

"Eh, actually our author pinter what are you, anyway, Dan?" martin asked half a whisper.

"Woi! Don't gossip behind ane, yeah! Is it necessary to make your fate difficult?" Not even I said, the woman had given an ultimatum first.

Martin who was originally fine, precisely his face turned red withstanding emotions. Almost the device he chewed-chewed gegara speech author gesrek that one.

"Quiet, Martin. If you're writing our author, then, be patient." I tried to calm Martin who immediately let out a long sigh and many times Istighfar.

"Well, that's donk. So a Muslim's mouth must often say the phrase thoyyibah."

"Yes, Miss Nyai!" Excitement and Martin compact.

"Well, tell me what do you mean to disturb ane who is meditating?"

"What's? A seminy?" Again Martin and I were shocked.

"Already, don't convolve! What do you want?" The woman's voice was more slender than before.

"Come, Thor. Danu needs help to get an idea or solution of the problem. He is confused about where to start investigating Arini and Bobby and with what strategy?"

Silent.

No more words from across. The author seems to be thinking. I looked at the time indicator, 10 minutes had passed in silence.

"Thor .. are you still alive?" I break the endless silence.

"One still thinks."

"Older crap, Thor?"

"It's like your slow brain goes snaking to the ane, Dan."

Hadeeh. Worse, this author! But not usually he is slow, is my slow virus not contagious?

"Martin! You have an idea, don't you?"

The summoned Martin gasped from his silence. "She, Thor. We engage our readers for solutions. In return we will give gifts."

"good too. What gift?"

"Pulse Rp10,000, 00 how, Thor?"

"Mighty spy!"

"How much will it?"

"The reward is fifty thousand pulses. For anyone who can give a solution by writing in three to five paragraphs and successfully attract the attention of ane as an author, then the solution he will ane enter into the next part. Well, that's what's loaded in the next part that's the winner of the competition."

"Good idea, Thor." I agree with the author's sometimes annoying idea, while Martin just beards.

"Where is it posted?" ask Martin.

"The solution they convey is enough to write in the comment field on this part post only."

"Okay, fix! We'll use the help of the readers." Martin seemed relieved because finally the proposal he submitted was accepted.

"And now you make the announcement!" the author's word that I think is coming the moon, because I've heard the sound of a tiger roar about to pounce on prey.

"I? Why should I?" I put on a lethargic face so that this responsibility is not imposed on me.

"Here ...here I help record. You just live on facebook, let your fans on come to love the solution."

Martin's words I can't refuse. After he disconnected the call with the author, he got ready with my salary. He opened Andarga Handanu's facebook account and started installing live broadcast cameras.

"Hi, loyal readers. This time I need your help. You know, right? Since the death blow of that flower vase from that poor grandma .. My brain has gotten a little slow."

I paused for a moment, pausing the throat cavity to take a breath.

"At this time my household is back tested. Bobby, the former step-father-in-law actually teases Arini. Audience pain .. hiks, hiks, hiks ...."

"Don't be lebay, Dan. It's not that there's sympathy that there's disgust." Martin interjected, making my face embarrassed because of course he was heard by fans Danu lovers.

"Give me a glance, Tin. You're envious to see me have so many fans, aren't you?"

"Can it be quick, right?"

"Yes, yes."

Immediately I fix my sitting position again, the mood and face also I setting clear. Really, this is deep sadness.

"And you! Can't it be fast? Most of your acting, huh!" Martin sewot and the camera he took over and I couldn't let him talk.

"Well viewers, the point is this. Danu needs your help to give advice, what he should do. Write your advice in three to five paraphrases, detail and follow, yes. Please write in the comments column in part 49 in the series 'Curhatan Adarga Handanu', the prize is fifty thousand."

"In addition, your suggestions will be included in the next part. So, make your advice as good as possible, yes. With this announcement, we are waiting for the good news. Bye bye ...."

Martin ended the live broadcast with relief. "Everything's sorted out, we just wait for the response from the fans who you say Danu lover it. I hope they can help you, Dan."

"Yes, Tin. Thank you for helping me, you are a friend I can count on."

Martin simply replied with a smile. After paying the coffee and food bills I ordered, we immediately got out of the chair that I knew how long I had been sitting.

A shady afternoon accompanied my return to the enigmatic palace. Kuremas returned the photo, there was pain that was repeatedly slashing in the heart.

My steps were finally greeted with a smile of falsehood from my heavenly angel who was standing on the porch with the Son and Princess.