The Best Shera's
CHAPTER 19 Mobile Number
Throughout my journey and that of Serda the priest, my mind drifted in an indeterminate direction. I miss Aunt and Hadi, I can not avoid even if Aunt is not nice to me still it teaches me to be independent to live this life. And hadi! Even if he's being disrespectful to me, he's still my best friend, I miss him.
" Shera's sister just kept quiet from now on?" The priest broke the silence between us.
"There's something I'm thinking about sir!!!" I kept being open to him.
The priest stopped at a house that was quite spacious, with a fence towering like the claws of the sky. Is this Auntie Pita's house? I started asking myself.
A security guard came out of the fence, the body of Serda the priest was outnumbered by this security guard.
"What are you here for?" The sound of this security guard is so big, it speaks as if using TOA.
" I have an appointment with Pitaloka's mother!" The priest looks so firm.
" What's your name?" The security guard kept asking.
" I Serda the priest "Dashingly said his name.
It sucks!!!!! I was next to him why I didn't know him, I only knew him.
" You guys wait here..... Let me see mom!!" The priest just nodded.
A few minutes later the security came back to us. Yes, let us in.
" Are you a priest? And this is Major Khan's nephew?" A beautiful woman greeted us in front of her porch with warmth.
" Ready!!!! Yes, mother pitaloka!" Hadi replied loudly. I just smile back at this woman.
"Sorry before mom pitaloka, I just came here to deliver mbak shera and I have to leave immediately ?" Serda priest dismisses rare mother pitaloka.
"Why are you in such a hurry! let's drink tea "In addition to beautiful aunt pita very friendly.
" I'm so sorry buk.... But I have to go?" The priest continued to refuse.
"Well if you want it like that?" Mother Pitaloka left us at her doorstep.
"Serda priest you want to go?" I asked him what I really knew the answer to.
" Yes mbak, I have to go, this is mbak goods" Yes handed us our shopping bag paper.
"Write here quickly your number? Now!!!!!" I put my cell phone to him. Very disrespectful.
" What is mbak?" The priest asked so innocently.
" I'll definitely need your number! If you don't want no problem!" I pulled the situation.
"I don't want to mbak! it's mbak's phone ! i'm saying goodbye! good afternoon! Ahhhlaam!!!" The priest left me.
Issssss sucks once he, I asked for his mobile number to return what I am wearing right now! why he sold me so much. Basic sucks.
I stared at my phone screen. Athaghfirullah, I've been sudzon to him. He wrote down his phone number and named him "mas imam" the strange man. Sorry I was wrong with him.
I rushed into Auntie Pita's house. I saw him sitting on the living room couch. This living room is very classic yes designing this room as if the entire room is only made of wood.
" Please sit down?" Aunt Pita let me sit.
" Thank you Auntie" I sat down on her orders.
" What's your name?" Auntie Pita asked me gently.
" My name is Shera Aunt?" I was ashamed to mention my name.
" We've met before, huh, at the funeral of your parents and brother?" it reminds me of the past.
I was sad, Aunt Pita said like that I miss them so much. But what Auntie Pita said was a fact, then I have to accept all that.
" Yes aunty" I threw a fake smile at her.
" Your uncle, leave you to me. Because you are my responsibility!!! Then you must follow all the rules I made!!!!" Aunt Pita thrusting a chocolate map on me.
" Unclear Aunt" I nodded.
" Bi, as long as I'm not at home aunt monitor him......." Aunty Pita's orders can not be refused by aunt Sri.
The aunt who was standing next to the sofa I was sitting on. Just nod at Aunt Pita.
Aunty Pita just passed from before me and aunt Sri. My aunt took me to a room in the corner near the kitchen. I watched my washroom, it was so nice, it was nicer than the living room, I was so grateful to Auntie Pita for giving me a decent place.
I sit on the edge of the bed, I open the map giving Auntie a ribbon to me.
***Rules That Must Be Adhere to*
Exit the house at 07.00 WIB and return at 10.00 WIB, if late then sleep outside the fence.
Every morning wake up at 03.00 WIB, pray tahajud, teach until Iandang azan dawn.
After dawn prayers, Shera and Aunt Sri split the housekeeping duties. Like cooking, tidying up the house and so on. The responsibilities of my home leave to shera.
Shera works at my restaurant as a dishwasher, if there is progress then I will reconsider for a promotion. Shera working hours 08.00Wib to 06.00 Wib, every Sunday shera holiday.
Shera should not leave prayer, if breaking it must be ready to receive the punishment that will be given aunty pita.
From 8 pm to 11 pm the shera should learn some things that I will arrange what lessons you have to learn.
If you are outside the house, that means it is no longer my responsibility, but your own responsibility.
Sincerely, Pitaloka**
Alright I'll try to obey Auntie Pita's orders. Anyway I have to go through all my mistakes with my uncle. I promise you uncle will not disappoint you.
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