The Mystery of the White House

43.

Vendra just kept silent not answering. Being a good listener is not wrong. There will be times when he will act.

" Den, should we not just look at that old house? Isn't Aden curious too?" advice Mr. Darman.

" Yes, that's what I'm thinking sir. But right now we better meet this guy first. Maybe we can make him the key" replied Vendra.

" Den, don't forget the cure" said Mr. Darman reminded.

" Medicine again. I haven't drunk it in three days, sir!" vendra answered by exhaling his coarse breath.

Suddenly Mr. Darman turned to the sarcasm.

" really??? What would you feel if you didn't take the medicine?" ask Mr. Darman curious.

" There is no sir so far. Just a little limp. And. maybe I sleep will take away that feeling" Vendra replied casually.

" but... Aden don't forget to bring it. It is also dangerous. So far Aden depends on the drug" said Mr. Darman.

" Yes, although now there is a cure in front of the eyes. But not twenty-four hours always with den" remember Mr. Darman.

" Make care - take care of Den" he said later.

" Yes Sir. Thank you for the advice" Vendra replied not angry.

Yes, Vendra realized during his life he did not miss to drink and consume the drug. The medicine is like life.

" I'm also surprised sir. It's a cure for sufferers like me but it can help me all this time" Vendra said.

" Wouldn't the sufferer of his life not be long?" vendra said later.

" Weeah Den.. Den. dead man's life is not in the hands of doctors let alone drugs. All has been arranged Gusti the Creator of all things. No need to be pessimistic. Enjoyed, grateful and lived. As long as these parents are healthy, they will always be there for Aden" said Mr. Darman.

" Thank you Sir. Uh. it seems to have started to subside. Let's get Sir. "take Vendra.

" Yo wes. Come on Den" replied Mr. Darman.

While in a luxurious house that does not appear in front of or behind it. Because the house was made by the owner does not look like a real house.

Rather like a mound that does not look beautiful let alone luxurious. But in it like a luxurious palace with all the complete furniture.

" Mbok, mas Vendra have you eaten? I had not prepared supplies" said Aisyah arrived - arrived.

" Ciee who began to worry about his dear brother" ledek Mbok Saroh.

" It's not so Mbok" said Aisyah who met red cheeks.

" The hue of your face reflects the happiness of ayu. Simbok seneng, happy. May you always be blessed and given the happiness of the world wal acherat ya cah ayu" said Mbok Saroh.

" Aamiin Mbok's. Emmbbc... Mommy, can I ask you a question?" tanya Aisyah arrived - arrived.

" Yes. Why is cah ayu?" answer Simbok.

" Where did Mas Vendra go Mbok? It was hunting - buru. I want to ask has gone quickly" said Aisyah sadu.

" Wes, don't be sad. Your brother's been wandering around looking for a diamond. Hehehe" joked Simbok.

" Diamonds? So Vendra works in the mines?" ask Aisyah back.

" Wehhh. That mass of yours. Halah wes. Let your brother be clear. You can ask your brother cah ayu" said Mbok Saroh later.

" Yes already. Thank you Mbok" said Aisyah later.

Aisyah was saddened to hear Mbok Saroh's answer. He didn't get the answer as he should. Disappointed, he finally continued his work.

Still with his own thinking. Aisyah finally chose silence by harboring some of her curiosity.

" Have you finished? If you have rest. Here safe. There is nothing to fear anymore" said Mbok Saroh.

" Ndak Mbok, I want to be accompanied by symbok only" Aisyah replied quickly.

Aisyah just nodded weakly. Mbok Saroh who understood Aisyah's fear could only gently wipe her hands while giving a warm hug.

" Nhave nothing to fear. Simbok befriend. If you are still afraid, turn on all the lights and the television. Or you can turn on the music or Qiroah" suggested Simbok.

" Can you?" ask Aisyah curiously.

" That's fine. No one's stopping you from doing anything in this house. Cah ayu is the big lady here" said Simbok meledek back.

" Ah. symbok. Ndak is Mbok. It's the same for me. Nothing has changed. To me the symbol is my mother. Because I no longer have a mother and father. For me you are my family now. My parents" said Aisyah sadly.

" Wes.no need to be sad - sad again Knit your happiness. Don't look back" suggested simbok.

" Yes Mbok. Mbok, how about we just tadarus?" bring Aisyah.

" May also be ayu. Come on" said Mbok saroh.

They then headed upstairs, Aisyah and Vendra's room. Aisyah seemed hesitant when going into her room. But Mbok Saroh immediately reassured.

" Mbok we take wudhlu first yes" said Aisyah.

" Yes" replied Mbok Saroh briefly.

They then immediately decided to purify themselves. After that they immediately sat themselves on a fur carpet that stretched wide on the side of the king-size bed owned by his owner.

Not to forget Aisyah snatched a large pillow perched on it for the foundation of the Koran.

" Mas Vendra has prepared for me Mbok" said Aisyah.

" Yes, of course. He'll give you everything. Never let him down" Mbok Saroh said.

Aisyah just nodded gently and smiled. Soon they both learned to read the Quran.

Aisha was very good at reading the holy book. Several letters were also sent. And Mbok Saroh was not good at it yet.

Yes, Mbok Saroh is still learning to spell. Actually Mbok Saroh is embarrassed to admit it. But Aisyah asked softly and promised to help with teaching. Mbok Saroh finally admitted it.

It is not difficult to teach Mbok Saroh to teach. Because Mbok Saroh is quite smart and good at remembering it even though his age has begun to twilight.

While elsewhere. The tall man began to be uncomfortable with his feelings. I don't know what it is but judging from his uncomfortable sitting position.

" Why den?" ask Mr. Darman who observes Aden's attitude.

" It feels strange sir" replied Vendra directly.

" Weird how?" ask Mr. Darman while pulling the car over.

" Istighfar Den" suggested Mr. Darman.

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim ... Astaghfirullah... Astaghfirullahhaladzim" said Vendra.

" Oh my God, why is my body itching all sir?" vendra.

Mr. Darman immediately examined Aden's entire body. The revealing of jackets and shirts attached to the stocky body.

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim" replied Mr. Darman.

" Why Sir?" ask Vendra who is starting to panic.

" When did Den?" ask Mr. Darman ambiguous.

" What Sir? Since When what?" ask Vendra repeatedly.

" Wattles?" ask Mr. Darman to turn around.

" Not too long ago. While in the car has not been felt after entering the border fence just began to itch like being bitten by ants" Vendra replied in detail.