The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 21. He's right here
Chapter 21. He's right here
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"The prestige is ruining the savings".
He now has to think more broadly, and long-term.
For him whatever his work, the important thing is that he does it in a halal way.
Including coming to the home of the customer.
He realized, his age forced him to be more productive in order to produce rupiah coffers.
Given that he will not be accepted when working in a company, or in other private offices.
Of course the age of the matter.
"Thir, whose car it is" said Bu Kartika who heard the sound of a car, stopping in front of their house.
Dhira guessed it was definitely a car from the Jodhi family, he remembered what Raka said this morning.
"We're picking up Buk" he said.
He told Bastian they were going to make a cake for one of their customers.
Make Bastian have to bring a spare key, because they'll definitely be home tonight.
"Raka's house?" greet a thin and brown-skinned young man.
"Yes, it's right"
"I'm Mrs Regina's envoy"
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They both looked shocked and amazed, looking at the size of the building in front of them.
The vast, large and three-story building really resembled a palace.
"Dhir, it's not wrong for us to come here" Ms. Kartika nudged Dhira's arm.
"Yes, Dhira doesn't know Buk either. Dhira has never been here either" he said, sweeping his gaze in various directions.
"Let's go, ma'am, I'll take you" the driver told them.
Upon entering the mansion, they were greeted with the cool air of AC in the house.
Fragrant and clean, as well as displaying furniture that they assess is fantastic.
"This is the home of what hotel Dhir" said Bu Kartika again, in a soft voice.
But Dhira did not have time to answer, it was seen that old women who were familiar to Dhira came to welcome their arrival.
Lady Regina
He already knew that the driver had returned from duty to pick up two of Jodhi's friends' families.
Madam Regina rushed over to welcome their arrival
He was aghast when he saw two women of different ages, who came with Good.
A woman with an older age, and another woman he had met.
The woman who helped him more precisely.
"Loh, kid. You are.." said Mrs Regin hanging her sentence.
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Andhira
He had not been able to answer his mother's question, now he was surprised by a figure that some time ago he had saved, from the crime of the snatcher.
He did not expect the world to be so narrow, his accidental meeting with the old woman, he never expected if it would be rediscovered today.
"When is your mother?" dhira said as he approached the old woman.
"Oh Allah, so you're Jodhi's friend's parents?"
The old woman hugged her body, rubbing her back for a bit longer.
Making Bu Kartika stare inexplicably.
"We'll see you here again, son, let's go inside" the old lady looked happy and tended to be happy.
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Dhira and the Mother were sitting on a large sofa, which seemed to be a family room.
"So what's your name, son?" Mrs Regina didn't even know the name of the woman who helped her the other day.
"I'm Andhira Bu, and this is my mother's Kartika Bu" said Dhira smiling kindly.
"Well, Dhira, your name is beautiful. As pretty as the guy"
Making Dhira blush in embarrassment, I don't know when she last got a compliment.
"I owe it to my mother's son"
"She helped me" said Mrs Regina staring at Ms. Kartika.
Bu Kartika smiled happily, he now understood and also no longer bothered about his son's reckless actions the other day. Remembering the one in please is already old.
"I'm also happy, ever since Jodhi was friends with." he said.
"Raka Bu" said Dhira to help Mrs Regina, who has trouble recalling Jodhi's name.
"Ia Raka"
"Jodhi being a cheerful child back, I'm so happy"
"God forgive me, I like to forget the time when you meet the right chatter"
"Before a while" said the lady regina to leave them.
Dhira and Bu Kartika feel the Jodhi family is very friendly, even though they are a line of rich people.
Makes them not feel so awkward about the boundaries of caste, and social class which is usually quite disturbing. Makes anyone uncomfortable.
They spread their eyes around the house, the house was really like a palace that he often saw in film.
But he captured none of Jodhi's parents' wedding photos, or family photos on display there.
Aren't they a happy family?
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Finally, they were not only told to make a legit layer cake.
Bik Surti, Siti and Endang are also on standby there preparing to help.
Advanced equipment, a futuristic kitchen complete with tools today, as well as materials that have been completed. Makes Dhira and Bu Kartika happy.
"Dhir, you I stay huh. There's Surti helping you if you need anything"
"Don't hesitate" Mrs Regina told Dhira.
In the afternoon they begin their activities, opening up the materials they will knead.
After Lady Regina found out that the mother of Dhira was a descendant of the people of the eastern tip of Java, she asked to make food and snacks typical of Gandrung city.
Dhira and Bu Kartika will make Sego Cawuk and Pindang Koyong, as well as Petulo cakes.
Petulo is a cake made from rice flour, kneaded to kalis, then mixed with a variety of food dyes, such as green, pink and white.
Then flush with brown sugar and coconut milk.
This treat is usually found when not Ramadan, but because of the wishes of the lady Regina who has not eaten the food for a long time.
Finally, Bu Kartika decided to make it.
They jabbed me with flour as well as a friend of his.
Unmitigated, they make a legit layer cake in so many quantities, can be sure they will really go home at night.
From the outside, Jodhi's voice was chattering, apparently lady regina asked Bagus to bring Raka along with Jodhi.
"Raka, you're here" Dhira was surprised.
"Let Dhir, let it be here with Jodhi. You are here too" said Mrs Regina who appeared from behind.
"Jodhi, take Raka to eat and rest in your room yes" said Mrs Regina.
The two boys darted towards the second floor, where Jodhi's room was located.
With a happy and happy laugh.
When the last Adhan Ashar reverberated, Dhira asked Bik Surti to lend him a place or room that he could use for prayer.
Remembering his mother had prayed earlier, alternating with him.
"Let's come with me"
Bik Surti escorted Dhira to the guest room, which had prayer equipment available.
"This alone can mbak, if you want to shower there is a change of clothes" said Bik Surti who pointed towards the large white closet next to the big bed.
"Thank you very much Bik" said Dhira.
He rushed to take ablution water, to then carry out his duties as a Muslim.
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As Dhira closed the door of the room, he was surprised by the presence of the tall man, who almost hit him because of the focus on his phone.
"Astagfirullahhaladzim" said Dhira holding his chest.
The man also appeared to round his eyes, seemingly no less surprised.
"Sorry" he said briefly.
Dhira nodded, "I'm sorry" said the embarrassed Dhira, then left the man who was sculpting.
Lady Regina accidentally saw the incident, looking at the eyes of her grandson who kept staring at the back of Dhira who was walking further away from her.
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Abhimanyu
He was very sorry because why not just relax, if there was a woman in his house.
She thought only her grandmother Raka would come.
Wait a minute, is he crazy?, hoping to see someone else's wife's face.
Oh Sh it!!!!!!!
He continued to walk to his room to take a shower.
"Where is Rania" asked Mrs Regina.
"Oma, just startle me" said Abhimanyu who was choked by the sudden presence of his grandmother.
" He came home late, there was work he hadn't finished yet"
"Raka is here, in Jodhi's room. They're asleep, I just saw"
"Yes you have entered" Mrs Regina told Abhimanyu.
A moment later looked at the back of his grandson, who had gradually disappeared behind the door.
Looked at him with a meaningful look.
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