The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 20. Oma Request
Chapters 20. Oma Request
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"None strong stomach holds hunger, even under the pretext of improving the economy".
Sunday is the day for all holidays.
Coincidentally today Dhira is also not too many orders, only a few boxes of rice that can be overcome by Bu Kartika.
Bastian intends to invite his brother to survey the location, which is planned next Monday will begin construction.
"I don't have to come, ma, want physical exercise just run away later with the children next door" declined Raka when her mother wanted to invite her to participate.
It clearly signifies the seriousness of the boy, in preparation for next month's game.
Around 9, they both sped into the Silasonana area, where Bastian had already bought a piece of land.
A strategic place, because it is near the intersection and is the main road to the big city.
Seen a man named Mr. Darmono, who incidentally is a builder. Deliberately arrived to be able to talk about progress and development plans.
"Good morning sir" said Bastian shaking the man's hand, followed by Dhira doing the same.
Certificate also proof of payment Bastian cantongi, he even drained all his savings, for the realization of his brother's place.
"Money can be found, but the opportunity to help is not necessarily I can do again" he said which made Dhira finally want to accept his sister's help.
They saw, finally decided to take shelter in a wooden chair, located under a large acid tree that was to the right of the land.
The land is 8 meters wide, with an overall length (including the outside) of 15 meters. The exterior of the shophouse with a minimum width of 4 meters is ideal for customer parking.
Eventually they started talking about the development plan, but Dhira asked to discuss this with her mother.
As a descendant of the East Javanese, making the foundation of a store or house is something that must be sought good day.
As a child, he certainly did not want to repeat the mistake of not involving his parents.
After all, the store and the business will also be done together with his mother.
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The night was apparently not enough for the sultan trio, the three of them are now back together to enjoy the weekend.
"Where are we going?" Danan asked while still being fun, surfing on social media.
"No purpose" jawan Wisang.
"What, you guys are crazy? we're on the road but don't know where" Danan protested from the back seat.
But while still on the way, Abhimanyu's phone rang.
He reached into his pants pocket, took the flat object that kept floundering it.
"Bim, where are you?"
"On Oma's road, why"
"Good, your pump is outside, please ask your master's friend Jodhi to come to the house tomorrow"
"Tuesday, Oma there's a rally, tell me I'll pay five times for their job"
"Now?" Abhimanyu asked his grandmother.
"Next year, yes now"
Tut
Abhimanyu shook his head, Oma's word is like an absolute commandment that he must carry out.
"What's wrong?" The whisper asked in front of his wheel.
"We're heading back"
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Three handsome people were sitting on the living room sofa Bu Kartika, Danan looks still busy with his cellphone, Wisang who is seen identifying every inch of the simple house, while Abhimanyu sat with a strange feeling.
"There are no wedding photos here" Abhimanyu said.
Again, he hoped to meet the woman.
But he did not have the courage to simply ask his whereabouts.
His daydream evaporated when a woman came to them, carrying three cups of coffee.
Makes Danan stop his busy life with his phone.
"So bother Mom" said Abhimanyu smiling.
"Mom only has coffee" replied Bu Kartika smiling.
"So, what can you do for me, son?" asked Bu Kartika shortly after he sat himself down.
"Mom still remembers me?"
"It's Raka's friend, right?" guess Kartika's Miss.
Wisang and Danan stared, as if asking Abhimanyu for an explanation. They were surprised, of course, that his wife had no idea how she could have children.
Abhimanyu gave a gaze that signaled them to be quiet first.
"My introduction is Abhimanyu, this is my colleague Wisang and that's Danan"
"My purpose here is to convey my grandmother's trust, to ask my mother to make a cake"
"It just so happens that the day after, there's a show at our house"
"Layer cake from the mother the other day, made my grandmother interested to ask the mother to make in large quantities"
Bu Kartika looks happy, that means he will get a lot of orders.
"So I have to do how many boys"
"Oh that's not it Mom, we mean grandma asked mom to make it in our house"
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In the afternoon, all members of the Bu Kartika family were at home, mostly after taking a nap.
Only Bu Kartika was busy lifting clothes that had dried.
"Dhir, I want to talk for a moment" said Bu Kartika who was passing in front of Dhira.
"Yes Buk" Dhira follows in her mother's footsteps, who is seen heading towards the dining table.
"Tomorrow afternoon we go to the house of his friend Raka" said Bu Kartika who also pulled a chair next to Dhira.
"What is Buk for?" Dhira.
"So Raka's father's friend, what's her name?"
"Jodhi?" Dhira.
"Jodhi's father had come here" said Bu Kartika rectifying his speech.
"His grandmother asked us to make a cake there, want there to be a celebration she said"
"Are they Buk?, they are not rich. Didn't you get us wrong?"
"The layer that mom brought to them when the day made her grandma like, said it was"
I don't know why Dhira feels insecure to meet the Jodhi family, and of course he feels bad with the gaze given by the father of his son's friend.
But he was there with his mother, no one to worry about.
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By dawn Dhira had done his job well, he woke Raka up slowly to carry out his duties.
"Son, get up first. Praying" he patted his son's arm gently.
The sun was gradually emitting its highlight, the writhing in the house was increasingly felt.
"Raka, do you have a cell phone number or does WA have Jodhi?" Dhira asked while preparing breakfast for his son.
Take rice, vegetables and side dishes.
"There ma" he answered briefly.
"Please ask, what materials do you need to bring in there to buy everything?"
"I mean mama will go to Jodhi's house, her grandmother asked mama to make a cake there"
Raka was not surprised even though he did not know if his mother would go to his friend's house later that afternoon, he put on a normal face.
He typed a letter according to what his mother said, then put the flat object to continue breakfast.
After a few seconds, Jodhi has returned the message.
Raka skimmed and then closed his phone again," already there all ma, later mama picked up mas Bagus said so"
"Picked up?"
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