The Enchantment of Semu Love
Chapter 32
In the morning in the back garden all busy harvesting vegetables to be sold in the market at their subscription place, all the residents of the house are devoted to harvesting the vegetables.
So did Lea the girl was so enthusiastic to help them, after that all the vegetables were put into the pickup car.
Setta who had been standing hiding behind the trees, only saw his adopted son who was blending in with his younger siblings did not realize that the adoptive father was watching him from now on.
A light punch on her shoulder made her startled and turned her head back, a smiling woman gently welcomed a look that wanted to get angry and spouted out scornful words at the person who surprised her.
The man changed his face with a big smile on his best friend.
"He is not like Sinta, Setta, his heart is soft, if you really like him as a woman, then do the right thing, Sinta and Arga are wrong but putting Lea as an outlet for your hatred is wrong," dea said to her best friend.
Setta exhaled he was not offended at all by what his best friend said.
"I can't control myself Dea, Love and hate come together, if you ask me to leave it because of this wrong feeling I can't control, please don't do it, please don't do it, if you don't want me to go crazy like 19 years ago, it's not easy for me to forget all that" said Setta, looking at the cheerful young woman with her half-brother.
"I won't stop you because I won't be able to because Lea is very affectionate and maybe more than that I saw her slightly bold appearance when I was going to see you prove that you guys have done something more," said Dea.
"Not like you and Arga, Dea" Setta said without seeing his best friend.
Dea grunted in annoyance. "Why is it that when I advise you you always relate to that, Ta," he said, casting his gaze elsewhere.
"Let's remember how bad you were, and I don't want to see another woman like you," setta said as he walked towards the pickup when he saw Lea walking in the same direction and opened the door.
However, the burly hand held the hand to go inside and a familiar voice echoed in the corner of his ear. "Sit there, let Daddy drive" Setta said right in Lea's ear.
Lea looked up, eyes wide open when she saw that shady face smiling at her.
"Why bengong? Did Daddy have to kiss you here so you wouldn't stop me from coming in" he said, staring at her.
He barged out in the middle of his Daddy's crush while grumbling he walked around and opened the front door and sat down next to the Daddy who was now ready to drive the pickup car.
"Kok Daddy is here, tumben-tumbenan, why? I used to drive this car, so you don't have to worry" Lea said
"Have not protested to let Daddy drive, look behind your sisters has it gone up yet?" ask Setta to Lea.
"Already, sir," Lea replied.
The car runs towards the middleman who is a subscription to the parlour to sell their vegetables, no talk Lea just resigned when the daddy forced to deliver. However, in the back was heard crowded by joking jokes of the Beach sisters who later helped to transport vegetables.
Soon, they arrived, the sisters nimbly moved vegetables from the car to the vendor's stand.
After all, they returned to the car. Seta drove at medium speed and stopped at a simple depot.
Setta went down and took the children down to eat at a modest tavern.
"Let's go downstairs, shall we eat first?" bring Setta to the kids.
They were very happy to get down from the open tub car and poured into the restaurant.
The man smiled a very simple cheerfulness made him very happy and stared at their cheerfulness.
"Let's just order what you want, as much as you want," he said as he walked over and sat next to Lea and ordered a cup of coffee.
"Daddy is not full, you eat, you work hard all morning" he said
After filling their stomachs, they got back into the car and the vehicle walked away from the store.
So until they were scattering down from the car into their respective rooms to clean themselves after working in the fields and transporting vegetables in the market.
Lea got out of the car. He saw a foreign car parked in the yard, his forehead wrinkled to see the car while Setta walked ahead of Lea who was astonished. 'Maybe someone who wants to donate here, ' he thought.
Setta who already knew who had come immediately shook hands with the man while in the living room.
"It's been a long time, Ga?" ask him about Rega.
"New, about fifteen minutes ago.
"Om, he said the vegetable harvest, where are the brothers on the lonely anyway," said Sean.
"Yes it's over, Sean, you should have left a little early" Setta continued.
When Lea was in the living room, she greeted the guest and grabbed the back of the man she had just seen today.
"With Om who?" ask Lea
Rega was fixated to see his nephew who had never been to his because he was not in Indonesia while his company was having problems, he said, and I heard the news that the company in Indonesia was so advanced by the cold hands of Setta.
"Om, Rega" replied Rega
"Who is this?" he asked again while menoel chin of the nine-year-old boy.
"I'm Sean, brother," replied the boca.
"Well, my God, how handsome you are, want to play with your sister here?" ask Leah again
"Yes, brother," he said while interrupting.
"Wait a minute, they're still taking a shower like that" Lea said.
Dea who had just come out with one tray filled with drinks and snacks greeted Lea.
"Home home, Le, sit down first, mother there is need with you.because you are the oldest after Risky.
"Yes, Bun," he answered while sitting down.
Mother Dea placed drinks and food on the table and sat down next to Rega.
"Lea, we're getting married, me and Om Rega next Sunday, Daddy's agreed and Om Zein too, and Oma's rose" Dea explained.
"If Om Rega can make Mother happy, Lea is happy with Mother's decision, Lea will always support whatever makes Mother happy, because Lea will not be able to wipe away Mother's tears, when she was sad," Lea replied, standing up to approach the woman who had been sincerely taking care of her.
Mother Dea stood up and walked over to her adopted daughter and they hugged each other very tightly.
