The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 18. Raka's Dad?

Chapters 18. Raka's Dad?

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"If you don't know when you're going to be rich, don't miss the simplicity".

"Jo, um don't stop by, go straight home"

"Udah wants this magrib" said Bastian who dropped the boy in front of the gate of his mansion.

"Wookey om"

"Thank you, chicken noodles. Often yes om" Jodhi feels finding the meaning of life after meeting with Raka and her family.

After waving each other Jodhi rushed into the house.

Jodhi was happy this time, having been content to vent the emotional overflow on her chest with her best friend.

He feels like he has a brother.

"Oma Buyut I came home" said Jodhi as soon as he entered the house.

"Loh Jo, it was good to go to school to pick you up. Where have you been"

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"You know that your friend is the son of a rich man Ka" asked Bastian while focusing on his wheel.

"I didn't know Om at first, but from his looks he was definitely not a cassava boy like me"

"The same package of shoes is a branded goods that ori all om" said Raka enthusiast.

"Just he's been on the brakes a lot, I'm so sorry"

"You have to be good at carrying yourself Ka" said Bastian.

"He's a nephew of the company where he works" said Bastia amazed.

"So who met us at the mall yesterday, his boss?"

"really"

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At night they all gathered in the living room, Raka was seen drowning in the vortex of social media, reading articles about Volleyball.

Bu Kartika was busy folding dry clothes from her clothesline this afternoon.

While Bastian was watching television broadcasting national news.

Then Andhira who was busy taking notes, as well as recording orders of people in the book.

"Our glutinous flour is still?"

"Living half a kilo like that, why Dhir?" said Bu Kartika while folding clothes owned by Raka.

"It's someone who's ordering Mendut's cake again. Then it must be shopping again tomorrow buk"

"Auwww" said Dhira, who felt that part of her hand was still sore from accidentally nudging the handle of the chair, the wound on her arm was still wet, of course.

"Big brother why?" Bastian, who was unaware of the incident, asked.

Neither Andhira nor Bu Kartika told Bastian about the incident.

"Loh Bas, you don't know yet that your brother has done a heroic stunt that puts him in danger?" said Bu Kartika who is still not happy with his daughter's reckless actions.

"What heroic action?" Bastian is curious.

Bu Kartika explained the story, of course, the version of him who did not agree with the actions of Dhira that was so risky to endanger his life.

"Really brother?" Bastian now does not look at the television anymore, now he is busy picking up stories.

His attention turned to his brother.

Dhira nodded, "Pity the old man".

Bastian breathed out, "let's see"

Bastian looked at his brother's arm that had been wrapped in gauze.

"Your brother refused to be given money, instead got a business card, that" Bu Kartika pointed to a card, which was on a teak sideboard in the house, using his chin.

A moment later he left with a pile of clothes, which he had just folded.

"Name card?" Bastian asked again.

"The old mother said, if you need anything, tell me to come to the company" I didn't feel good about refusing both of them, so I kept it.

Dha tried to explain.

"I don't really need it"

Bastian immediately headed towards the sideboard, out of curiosity with the card.

"Well, big brother in this love?" bastian asked in front of the sideboard, showing the navy colored card towards his brother who was sitting.

Dhira just nodded.

"This is the name of the company I work for"

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This Friday morning as usual Dhira drove Raka to school, intending to shop for ingredients to make a cake order.

But the bad luck again hit him.

The motorcycle tire was hit by a nail and leaked, fortunately Raka had entered the school.

He pushed the motor matic up to meters, looking for the whereabouts of the patchworker.

He paused for a moment, apparently pushing the motor really made him sultry and tired.

He found a tire patch about 20 meters from where he was resting.

"Why mbak" said the father with gray hair that dominates his head.

"Back sir"

"The back is yes"

"Yes sir"

"Monggo in wait mbak, this tire tubles so not long"

Dhira sat in a worn chair that felt at the end, noticing the shrewdness of the tire patchworker, whom he estimated to be half a century old.

He spread his gaze to the highway, looking at the tares of vehicles that seemed to be non-stop.

But his attention was on a minimarket across the street, he saw his ex-husband with a woman.

The same woman, who ruined their household.

They were seen laughing at each other, as if the world belonged to just the two of them.

"Even you look so happy after getting divorced from me" she said.

For some reason, Dhira's heart still felt pain looking at that scene. He felt weak again at this moment, feeling toyed with by fate.

"It's done mbak, just hit one nail earlier" said the patcher while moving the position of the motor.

Make Dhira stop the daydream titled sadness.

"How many sir?" Dhira.

After finishing handing over a purple rupiah, pictured with hero Frans Kaisiepo, Dhira continued on his way to the cake shop.

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"Please make a report tell me to my room" Rania told Farhan.

10 Minutes later, Bastian and Satrio sit at Rania's desk.

"You're Bastian?" rania.

"True Ma'am, I'm Bastian"

"You can make a new report and put it all together in this new order"

"I want all the files neat, I see there's some missing in the last month"

"I want everything fixed"

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"Muke gile bener, can get to our wrinkles if starting from the beginning" grumbled Satrio who really did not accept the decision of his new boss.

"Beautiful is beautiful, but well" Satrio shook his head.

"Yes, follow people like this" replied Bastian while sitting his body limp.

"Enak Bang Togar this way" said Satrio.

"Tomorrow he got his share" said Bastian who immediately wanted to start his work.

Bastian

Overtime is an additional working hours from the usual portion to complete the work that has not been completed, on the wishes of yourself and the company.

And for today, he chose overtime over his will.

"Aren't you strong me, you didn't pull it?" satrio.

"Gue finish today too, tomorrow I have to survey the location for my sister's shop" said Bastia without turning her eyes to the computer screen.

He deliberately asked permission on Saturday, because he wanted to immediately realize his wishes.

Shop for her sister.

He does not want tomorrow's event to be interrupted, for that day he is better overtime than tomorrow.

"Gue unplug first" said Satrio.

The bigger the tree, the stronger the wind that wiggles it.

As of now, his position has been better than a year ago. But the risks are just as great, the responsibilities are huge.

It was past 7 p.m., he rushed towards the pantry to brew coffee.

While in the pantry he met with cleaning service, as well as several guards who released each other sift.

"Kok dereng kundur (mas kok has not returned)" said Joko, one of the cleaning services.

"Slow Ko, you haven't come back yet?"

"And I wait for everyone to go home first mas" said Joko while putting garbage into plastic big disposal, which he brought.

Bastian forgot, it turns out his decision to overtime also affects other lines, namely cleaning services.

"Ngopi Ko" he bargained with the young man.

"Mboten (no) mas, I bloated when coffee" refused Joko.

He brought the coffee cup to his room, but when he was about to turn he still heard the voice of his superior.

"Mr Rania hasn't come home yet?" muttered.

He heard his superior, making a call outside the room.

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Rania

He has to tell Omanya about the delay tonight. He has always been a workaholic.

This is what makes Jodhi, often alone with his neni while in Singapore.

After telling his grandmother, he immediately returned to his room.

But not in the dark, he saw the man he was assigned to repair all the files at his command, standing looking at him.

"You're overtime" said Rania.

"Yes Ma'am"

"No hunting, you can go home first" Rania told the man.

"I'll take care of it soon, the sooner the better"

They are just as silent.

"Mom want coffee?" haggle that guy.

"Byeah, bring it to the room".

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With Bastian's heart carrying a cup of coffee on the tray, he did not tell Joko out of pity.

Joko falls asleep in the long chair next to the pantry.

With his mouth half-open, indicating that the child's body is very tired.

"The coffee" said Bastian.

"Thank you very much"

Bastian put the coffee with his heart, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman who became his superior.

"It's really pretty" she murmured inwardly.

His son was so familiar with him, yet his mother became scary for him.

It could be that the woman does not know if she is Om from her son's friend.

But the devil, he's nobody. No need to declare who he is.

"Sit down, or is there a lot of work?" the silent night coincided with the rain, making Rania stripped of her leadership attributes.

He also needs friends to talk to, and Bastian is not a bad choice.

Bastian was clumsy, but sitting for a while he thought it was okay.

"You know, it's like I've seen you" Rania said, sipping Bastian's coffee.

"Really" Bastian deliberately responded to his superior's words.

"Heem, but forgot. Or maybe you just look like someone" he said.

"Mall Grand city, Gramedia bookstore" said Bastian relaxed.

Rania looked wide in her eyes.

"Raka's Dad?"

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