The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug
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“Bu. Are you sure you can handle Erika? The character is very different, compared to Adel” asked Budi to make sure.
Madam Ratih was silent for a moment. He looks like he's breathing. But then there was a smile on his lips.
“Mother has also been in Erika's position, ngger” replied Ratih. Budi scrunched his forehead.
“Mom thought, this will be the right moment, make mom get acquainted further with mbak Rica. Is he really the right person to replace the position of mbak Adel, or even vice versa” continued bu Ratih.
“Oke” comments Budi short, while nodding his head.
“Eeem”
Budi was about to say something, but he was afraid to offend his mother again.
“Why, ngger? are you afraid of being ambegin rika?” tanya Ratih teases.
“Not, bu” Excited Budi splashy.
“Terus?”
Not immediately answer. He looked into his mother's eyes.
“Bu. How ridho same mother Budi?” ask directly at the point.
“Ngger?”
Madam was surprised to hear that question. His memory floated in memory of the moment Budi washed his feet. And ended with the battle of Budi with Sandi.
“Why are you so, ngger?” madam Ratih asked.
He looked at his mother's face. He still composed the right words to answer.
“Entah, mom. Icha VC Budi. She told me about her dream again”
“Oh, yes?”
“Iya, mom. About Adel, about Luki, some others also”
“Terus?”
“Some parts of the dream he told me that, there is a connection with the tragedy of Budi and Adel first, ma'am. The Amnesia, most enggak”
“Oh. Who is that deed? Isma, right?”
“Icha don't dare say it anyway, ma'am. Afraid of kali”
“Terus?”
“Budi instead so remembered the same mother, when she said she still had the same sin as her mother”
“Neither understand deh” comments from Ratih.
“Length kalo diceritain. Later Budi story. But the obvious. Be thinking of mom”
“Emang mom why? I did not say anything, kok” asked Mr. Ratih, while looking at Mr. Paul.
“Bukan” suhut Budi while chuckling.
“Terus?”
“Before long ago, I met the same waste-waste that used to tell Budi to wash my feet mother. inget right, ma'am?”
“Iya. Continues?”
“The waste said, Budi still has the same sin as mother. From the actions of Budi in the past, which makes mothers hurt just as much. Alas, there are ya ma'am, Budi's actions that make mothers hurt?” ask carefully.
“Ya Alloh, ngger” response bu Ratih, reflex.
“Why are you calling it? I have been trying really hard to forget it” asked bu Ratih.
“Ya Alloh, mom. Which act of kindness, ma'am?” change to ask. Something's expanding in his eye.
“No, ngger. Nonexistent. I'm too baper”
“Bu” whine Budi. Mrs Ratih smiled.
“That box, ngger. The box you threw away first” replied Mrs Ratih.
“Box? Oh. Wood-kipped has a father?”
“Iya”
“Ya Alloh, mom. What is it, mom? Sumpah?”
“Bukan”
Bu Ratih smiled looking at Budi's expression. He was grateful, given a filial son and was afraid of him.
“Father once said, in that box, there is a part of your past. The past, which you have not told me with ibu”
“Eeem” Budi feels something strange here.
“Why? How do you want to do that, marry your father, even though there are still you secret?” exclaimed bu ratih, responding to Budi's confusion.
“He he's. Ja. That, bu” replied Budi.
“Bapak said that, when mommy already pregnant you, ngger”
“Waduh”
“Yes. Honestly, I was wondering too. I really want to open the box. But, when you see the father who was thought of just mother, Budi, mother, Budi, mother feels, not pantes, if you do not obey the father. So yes, I can just wait, the right time for you to open the box”
“Ya Alloh. When should, ma'am?” ask Budi.
“Bapak says, later if Budi is an adult. Now there is a Princess, yes wait until the adult Princess as well. You guys can think, can be different between good and bad”
“Astaghfirulloh” complains.
“Mother took a heartache, it was because I was looking forward to the moment the box would be opened. Uh, instead you throw away”
Budi gasp. He could not comment. The sad look on his mother's face was like a hard slap on his face. He doesn't know how to behave.
“But, yes, ngger. Maybe it was the fate of Gusti Alloh. It could be, you are not strong to see what is in the box. Allah knows better”
“Eeem”
“Udah. Don't think about it. I've done it, ngger. This change for the better, is more than enough, make your deed at that time”
“Actually not Budi waste, bu” said Budi.
“What?”
“But Budi umpetin somewhere”
“Where?”
“Eem. At home mbah Ratmi”
Madam looks surprised. Various thoughts flashed through his mind.
“No need, no need! Just try, if the condition has allowed” reject bu Ratih.
“Now, you're ready!” continued Mrs Ratih.
“Are you already ridho same Budi, bu?” ask to make sure.
“Already, ngger. It's ninety nine percent”
“That one percent?” chirps, Paul.
“Later ya ngger, if you have returned the box” replied bu Ratih.
“Mafin Budi yes, bu” says Budi while sungkem”
“Iya, jnger. I'm sorryin. I am ridho, really. That one percent, will not affect your mother's blessing, ngger” replied Ratih ma'am.
Budipun got up from his hood, then went to prepare his equipment. Coincidentally there are some clothes that have just finished diloundry, and just put in the bag. He also had time to send a short message to Erika. she explained her current condition, and asked Erika not to over thingking.
“Budd. The car came, tuh”
Mr. Paul said in a soft voice, near Budi.
“Oh. Ready”
Budi who was preparing his bag, looked back. And he expressed his readiness, knowing who reprimanded him. A while later, Budi came out of the Princess's nursery, carrying her bag. She kissed the Princess. Because the Princess was sleeping when she wanted to say goodbye.
“Loh. There is Tika” exclaimed Budi when he just came out of the nursery.
“What holiday Tik, tomorrow?” ask Budi, while greeting Tika.
“No mas, in. This is taught by the same father mother” replied Tika.
“Bu, Mar” greet Budi while greeting his mother Tika.
“Icha called, not yet?” ask Maryati ma'am.
“Udah, bu”
“So I guess, we besananan, mbak” comments bu Maryati on bu Ratih.
“How to do, mom? Icha people already have a guy” kilah Budi.
“Masa, a Budi afraid to compete?” goda bu Maryati's.
“Aduh. My mind, ma'am cool, the guy. Ha ha ha”
“Do not really teach, ah!”
A man of Paul's age, reprimanding Maryati's mother. Make everyone laugh.
“Why, mas? Is that so great to see father?” reprimand Tika.
“Mr, instead of the old ones chasing people huh, in the thunderous field? The tweezers keep rolling?” ask Budi.
“Lah. How know?” exclaimed the father was shocked.
“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha”
Tika laughed off. Until his mother rebuked him, to shrink his voice.
“This is Mr. Sigit, ngger. Her father mbak Icha same mbak Tika” said the mother introduced the man.
“Oh” said Budi while chuckling. He then saluted Sigit's sir.
“Continue, this? With whom, sorry?” tanya Budi, referring to a man next to Mr. Sigit.
“This Jupri. The employee's father, Bud. He will anter you to Tangerang” replied Mr. Sigit.
“Loh. How could it be coincidence?”
“No coincidence too, Bud” replied Mr. Sigit.
“Icha, who asked me to call your mother. And ask for a vehicle. Icha has talked a lot, right, same mas Budi?” timpal ma'am Maryati.
“Oh. Yes, bu” replied Budi.
“Well, the”
“Eeem”
“Why? Confused, why do you agree immediately agree?” ask Maryati ma'am.
“Iya, mom. Feel like an important person, I” replied Budi.
“Your father is an important person, Bud” mas said Mr. Sigit. Everyone's attention was on him.
“Mean sir Sigit?” ask Budi confused.
“Yes. You were helped by your father, when you were in an accident. It's been a long time, anyway. You also have not been created” replied Mr. Sigit. Laugh at hearing the word not yet made.
“On the road far from everywhere, you sleepy, the car you brought, bablas, entered the ravine. The only person who passed by that time, yes, was just your father. And your father nolongin father, starting from the bottom of the ravine, going up to the road, until bring the father here” continued Mr. Sigit. Budi mangosteen.
“That's ridiculous, Mr. Rouf at that time carried a corpse ambulance car. Have your village. Just bought from reog. Gee. Direct keinget all, sins” continued Mr. Sigit again. The others laughed again, too.
“Masya Alloh” Comments.
“From that moment, we became friends. Moreover, your father's house will deket the same symbol house Tika” said Mr. Sigit again.
“Don't be combined Mr. Sigit, duad” seductive Budi, while glancing at his mother.
“Emang yes” sahut pak Sigit.
“Serious, sir?”
“Bene. Kan used to block the same poultry fish sea, next door, in the wetan market. At first, your father nyamperin pak, tuh. At first, it was ordinary. Uh, look at him, look at your mother. There's a soto handyman passing by, playing get hit by your dad. Sampe mosquito, his man”
“Hempf. Miss Dian?” ask her mother.
“Iya” replied bu Ratih while chuckling.
Begut again. Now he understands why Maryati's mother's family can be so light and easy to help his family.
“But, gasoline business same mom yes, bu?” joking, a while later.
“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha”
Miss Maryati laughs at the joke. So too with the others. Briefing Budi did, in order to agree with what he planned. The Jupri seemed to have understood the ins and outs of the tangerang area. He immediately understood what Budi was talking about.
“Then, Budi just left, ma'am? Let's not bad luck until there” pamit Budi.
“Ati-ati yes, ngger! Call mom, if you're nyampe!” answer to Ratih.
“Yes, bu”
Budipun covers everything that exists. Then go with Jupri.
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