The Cost of Trust

The Part 152

I'm taking Aziz and Diaz home. It's past one o'clock in the afternoon. We even missed our lunch. I stepped foot into Fai's room. But my steps came to a halt when I heard their chat. Then I decided to listen to their conversation near the door.

"Gue sure, Lo's brother Mika soan. You'll forget about me!"

"Masa? What's the guarantee try?"

"Almarhumah in-law Lo try, already have Dian aja still nyuh nyantol same ex."

I stared at Fai's words. He tuh....!!!!

"No need to bring the deceased Fai. Consider it a lesson. His name is ex, but he is still ex. Well, now is the future. A small rearview mirror compared to the windshield, the same function. Spying just to look back occasionally. The rest is ahead."

"Plagiator Lo!" said Fai.

"Eh, what's important is the meaning. Whatever the first person to say rich, the point is that his advice is really!"

"Yes.iya..."

"Eh, I'm back!" Aziz said as he lifted Diaz from the bed.

"Not lunch yet?"

"No need. My beautiful wife is cooking her eggs. Honey if you don't eat."

"Why don't you bring it for me!???"

"Dih ..clamitan very much Lo. Tomorrow, you ask Mika to tell masakin what you want."

"Emang Mika can cook? I'm sure the candidate doesn't know."

"If you can't cook, then just buy. Lo Money both of these too!"

"If Mika can't cook, yes I asked Dian!"

"Gue take you!"

I stood at the door as they prepared to leave.

"Lho, deck. You here?", asked Aziz while handing Dian over to me.

"Yes. We go home yuk mas!"

"Mas want to take you home on deck!"

The three of us went down the stairs to the living room. There was Abah and Umi waiting on the sofa.

"Have you come home?" asked Fai.

"Udahlah. See, right?", replied Abah.

"Ishhh.... sucks!", Fai opened his mouth.

"The decoration in Umar's house has been done. Anyway, it's ready. Only you have to prepare your mentality!", advises Abah.

"Yes bah..iya..!", replied Fai.

"Then, we say goodbye Bah, umi.!", I approached them to say goodbye to the hands of the parents.

"And Abah messed with Diaz. But I'm going home."

"Tomorrow we'll see you again."

"Oh yes ..iya .!" said Abah.

"Oh yes Fai, tomorrow we go straight to the house, right?"

"No. You guys are here with me."

"Well the bus again?", I asked.

"No. There is not much tomorrow. Is that bah?"

"Yes, it's just Dian's close family."

"Where are you?", I asked Aziz my opinion.

"Yes, for the sake of friendship!" said Aziz.

Long story short Aziz and I went home to our house.

*****

"Assalamualaikum!", greet us as we enter the side door of the stall.

"Walaikumsalam!", replied Imah and hayu.

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"Iiihhh... Where does Auntie come from? Beautiful Aunt Imah knows!", I took Diaz from my sling.

"What is the new bride here?", asked Aziz.

"Why can't I see my Diaz???"

"By Mah, yes. please miss. Ma'am mah beberih first for a moment."

Aziz and I headed for the mother house. While Diaz was invited to play with Imah. His faiz fell asleep in a row of merchandise stalls.

"Sir... eat first can ya?"

"Yes please! Eating alone is okay, right? I'll clean up first."

"Yes, but ntar temenin huh??"

I went to our room, and Aziz went to the sink to wash his hands.

After five minutes, I went out of the room. Mas Aziz is still waiting for me at the dinner table.

"Kirain.wis maem mas!"

"Kan mas ask in your temenin. Maybe you are not busy, if you are already busy in the office we are not necessarily able to eat together!"

"Who said? We'll go back to his office!"

"Huh?"

"Yes that. You are my companion and advisor. Julian may be my confidant, but you are my husband. Partner at home yes, at the office yes. You are my imam!"

"Dek...!", Aziz grasped my hand tightly.

"Mas, come on. Help me! If it's not you, who should I ask?"

"But baby....!"

"No buts. If you don't want to help me, I'll give it to someone else."

"Ih.kamu senengnya threatened now yes!"

"Sum dong!"

"Mas is just embarrassed. You're living with you?"

"What life's passengers? "

"Yes, the deck. Work for you."

"Who said that?"

"We're the boss! You're the one who's got to pay me. From the sale of pulses at the kiosk, I still ask for my rights you know!", I pursed my lips.

"From the boutique also deck! All for you. What I have is yours!"

"Hhhhh..so sweet!!!"

"But sorry, maybe.the value is not much compared to the profit of your company!"

"Our company is."

"Yes.that's it!"

"So that means you're a minder mas?"

"Can say that. Uh, but..would our stall stay open?"

"Open up. The money will be for me hahahahah!"

"Ishhh..you are the deck!", Aziz pinched my nose.

"Mas, we've come this far. People who need and subscribe to us kasian dong if we close. How is Hayu's fate? Would you like him to join us in our company?"

"Don't. Stevan also has a large company. It's not so good anymore in our office, his father is a big boss!"

"Yes!", I answered briefly.

"Oh yes, mas. From earlier sexy ciwi-ciwi on see you. You don't see, it's a body! You didn't have*su see that?"

"Ah, boro-boro Na*su deck. Ilfil mah yes!"

"Then anyway? Yesterday see Hayu and nyosor to me. Mbak Hayu is so exciting, huh mas?", I was fishing.

"It's not that, baby. You doang who always make the gold want."

"Baboong!"

"Yes the deck. Yesterday I told you why."

"So his girl-cewe on a dress to open all you know. Boong does not drool!"

"swear not to drool at all. They're used to being open on the deck, so yeah, don't be curious!"

I stood in front of the dining table.

"So, you want to say that mbak hayu makes you curious???!!"

"Mom..put that deck!", replied Aziz while stammering.

"not what? you said you were curious, right?"

"Come, baby.you know what it means!", Aziz tried to persuade me. He hugged me from behind.

"Awas.!", I tried to take off his embrace.

"Yes, but don't get mad dong!", woo Aziz again while trying to kiss my cheek .

"Said watch out! Your mouth stinks of fishy eggs!", I said as I let go of his embrace.

Aziz let go of his embrace.

"Sorry.sorry.sorry.!" said Aziz as he grabbed the glass on the dining table.

"Udah ah, I want to go ahead!", I kicked my leg leaving Aziz mas. Later he also reacts to his own food scars.

That woman is that! Uphold fishing, turn at his bait sahut eh. He's the one who talks, he's the one who's upset! Everywhere women are always right and do not want to be blamed, inner Aziz.

Including othor's mamak and you too right????