The Mystery of the White House

19.

Gludakk...

" Abaghfirullahhaladzim" he said.

There was a sound of bebda falling from the back of his body. He saw a picture frame that looks a little worn. He saw that photo.

" Hmmm, that cute little baby. And the beautiful meneer lady" he praised sincerely.

He then examined the frame why it could fall. It turned out that the nail that was holding it was worn out and rusty. That was a sign asking him to be replaced.

" You wait a minute, I'll clear this up first. Later change you will I fix" Aisyah spoke to herself with a picture frame.

Yes, indeed Aisyah often does this when planting crops. Or will pick fruit, flowers and so on. He thinks those bends actually have souls. A soul that no human can ever understand. For this reason, he always invites her to talk.

It was said that crazy was no problem for him. That's his belief in those things. Dead things he just talked to and treated, let alone living things that live. He will always look after her and love her.

Aisyah immediately swept and cleaned the room. Sometimes he wipes the sweat that has poured profusely on his forehead.

He seemed painstakingly cleaning every inch of the room. The slightest dust seems to have begun to lift because of the hard work of his fingers.

Kraaakkk duuugg

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim" he said.

There was the sound of things falling from the nightstand. Aisyah is shocked not a bitch. He then looked at the nightstand and saw what had fallen.

" O Allah. O God, if this is expensive and rare, how do I hold it accountable? I'm afraid, God. How'this?" muttered.

Vendra who heard from inside his room the goods fell with a sound that was loud enough to make him tickle to see it.

" What's up? " ask Vendra coldly.

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim" said Aisyah surprised at the sound.

" Embbb. This is sir. Falling jars. I don't know why it fell. Just look at the position of power far from where the jars fall" said Aisyah steady.

I don't know the courage from which he was able to answer out loud. Vendra only saw the object in question and the position of the fall of the object.

" Hm.. Clean it!" answer Vendra coldly.

" Ba. good sir" Aisyah replied with a nod.

" It was just an urn. That urn I bought in Thailand. Not expensive jars either. Um. but" Vendra's inner self with a smile.

" After you clean up, you're responsible for it!" vendra said by passing.

Aisyah just stayed glued and gawked. Digesting every word that Vendra said. Of course his mind memoirs become deadlocked.

" Responsibility? Oh God how is this? Not even a dollar I have. O Allah protect the servant" he exclaimed.

Aisyah immediately cleaned up the fallen urn. And immediately go back to cleaning the other parts. He knows his position in this house. Being given a ride of life did not get any meaningful torment and he could only retaliate and pay for it by complying with the rules of the house.

" Bock !! Ready for tonight?" ask Vendra.

" Eh.. dislodged .. copet. toad... kampret.." latah Mbok Saroh.

" Own Aden... Astaghfirullahhaladzim "said Mbok Saroh next.

" Hmm" replied Vendra briefly.

" That's the preparation that has been completed by sir from this afternoon Den. Lah Aden was still angry. Yo, ndak so the same report aden" replied Mbok Saroh who was still busy preparing food.

It has become a habit of Mbok Saeoh, if asked by Vendra when doing the job must still do the job. And Mbok Saeoh always responds casually.

" Hmm.. what?" ask Vendra.

" Lah mbok yo in shaving - shaving it hair. If ndak yo in neat - neatin little loh. Wong cah baile ngono kok kumel dadine" grumbled Mbok Saroh.

" Have decided to open a new page, yes mbok all open a new cassing to den!" said later.

" Had.. Mboks.. Ma.. Who wants to see my face? Face like this. Nothing interesting. God refused to me!" vendra said with a little annoyance.

" Huss. mbok yeah don't say that. Lah Gusti Allah still loves the same aden loh. That's the proof, didatengke beautiful angel nan sholehah. It's beautiful, soft, ayu. Lah less opo meneh, less what else den?" mbok Saroh Tegur.

" Huh!! I no longer believe in God. HE!! He took my family. Even my life !!" vendra replied full of emotion.

" Patience den. wes. yo wes." replied Mbok Saroh.

Mbok Saroh approached and gave him a glass of water. On the rubbing of the head of the little boy who is now a grown man.

" My good guy is still the same. Still can't go straight !!" mbok Saroh

" Den, it's all coming from here. All sorts of diseases and problems come from here and here" continued Mbok Saroh by pointing at Vendra's chest and head.

" If the two cannot accept, all will be equal. The same in the sense that it will not live forward" Mbok Saroh explained.

" Forward to what Mbok? I'm tired Mbok. Very tired "he said.

" Yes, take the medicine. So that it's better. Simbok saw since the ayu cah here Aden began not to take the drug again" explained Mbok Saroh.

" Yes, if you don't want to eat the medicine. Wait out. Simbok will eat it" said simbok and soon passed.

" All of you are mbok!!" vendra refused to name.

" Aisyah, den" Simbok replied with a smile.

Vendra was still in the dining table seat. He is still digesting every Mbok Saroh remark. He plans to open a new page.

" Whoever, the woman who dares to enter this house will I make a wife.And if she really wants to accept me for who I am, then all my property is for her "he said in his heart.

" That word !!"muttered Vendra himself.

" Mbokin... Symbok.." call him a little hard.

Suddenly Mr. Darman was caught - gopoh entered the house by calling his wife.

" Halah.ono opo to pak'e? Mbok ya no need to scream - scream. I'm crungu, I'm still horrified. Durung budeg, not yet budeg !!" mbok Saroh.

" Oh.anu mbok. Den Vendra's in his room? " ask Mr. Darman.

" That's it..!!" answer the short Simbok by pointing at the person in question.

" Why Sir??" ask Vendra.

" Anu den, in the garden there is a problem !! Mr. Gustaf dismissed the workers who were meticulous tea. Alesane's garden is his right too. And he wants to ask for that part" said Mr. Darman terengap.

" Mbok, give me a drink first" said Vendra.

Mbok Saroh who heard the fairy tah and her husband's story immediately gave a drink without answering. A glass of toilet water is not left in Mr. Darman's drink.

" Mister Gustaf asks for the mistress's treasure, den. And he's got half the tea kebon on top of there!" said back.

Vendra just stood still and rubbed his jaw. He was so angry. Makes his blood boil.

" Gustaf !!!" eramnya with restraining anger.