The Mystery of the White House

67.

Two lovebirds just look at each other and throw their faces away. With a variety of clumsy expressions, both are just misbehaved to hear the babbling Mbok Saroh.

" Wes, isn't there anything needed? We are not just out" said Mbok Saroh again.

" Ahemmm" Vendra mendehem neutralized his dry throat.

Scrubbing his nape that inexplicably arrived - suddenly wanted to do it. While Aisyah was just smiling sweetly looking at the middle-aged woman.

" Thank you, I'll call you if I need anything. Yes, yes, please leave me alone. I want to rest for a while" Aisyah's pinta softly.

" Hmmm okay. Don't lock the door. Just shut down if something happens we will come quickly" said Vendra explained.

" Alright" Aisyah replied gently.

" Go to sleep." said Vendra later.

Everyone immediately left Aisyah's room. Mr. Darman and Mbok Saroh are back down.

" Wes doesn't bikinke wedang ginger. Make stamina more. All worked hard last night. Later do not bikinke chicken soup alone, let seger" said Mbok Saroh.

" It's not over !!" vendra said briefly.

" How about this? Not over yet??" mbok Saroh asked, getting confused.

They were at the dining table near the kitchen. Old hand Mbok Saroh deftly concoct what was planned earlier. Quickly, two glasses of warm ginger milk were already in front of the two different men of that generation.

" Said wedang ginger? How about milk?" said Mr. Darman.

" Wes to Sir!! Don't protest !! Mbok tried first" said Mbok Saroh ketus.

Vendra just smiled knots hearing Mbok Saroh's chattering which for him is funny. I don't know what qpq was thinking.

" Loh, Mbok. Mbok don't drink?" ask Vendra later.

" That" pointed at Mbok Saroh.

" Mbok made chamomile tea in the style of Cah Ayu" said Mbok Saroh.

" Hmmm. Also for Aisyah Mbok. Don't forget!!" vendra said later.

" Opo Mbok? Cute tea?" ask Mr. Darman.

" Cha. mo. Udu cute sir!! Lidahe sampeyan wes tuwek (Your tongue is old) so it's hard to say that!" mbok Saroh.

" Hahaha, rich you are not old!! You're older than me. Inget !!" said Mr. Darman meledek.

" Hiiissss" replied Mbok Saroh sewot.

Vendra just smiled at the condemnation of the two people who were considered his parents. Occasionally laugh a sigh if the sentence tickles his heart.

The two middle-aged lovebirds were elbowed at each other to see what he was witnessing. A long lost smile is back.

Vendra imagined if it happened to him. Whether Aisyah will be as chatty as Mbok Saroh or not. Is that funny his life. Can only smile while occasionally sneaking a sip of his hot ginger milk.

" Sir" said Mbok Saroh.

" Opo to Mbok? Iyo I see!!" said Mr. Darman.

" Den, why??" ask Mr. Darman arrived - arrived.

The beautiful daydream he knitted disappeared instantly. When the question arrived - it suddenly sounded before him.

" Hmm? What's?" vendra asked neutralize her nervousness.

" Why? How about a smile - a smile of your own? Not a kesambet to? (Not possessed, right?)" tanya Mbok Saroh.

" Thank God not Mbok. Just imagine whether my household is as funny as yours or not" Vendra replied casually.

" Must be !! Must be that funny. But not that much !" answer Mr. Darman.

" God willing we are a witness" Mbok Saroh replied with a smile on his old face.

" Thank you" Vendra replied briefly.

" Hmmm Sir, I feel weird about Aish's behavior!!" vendra said later.

" What's weird?" ask Mr. Darman who is back in serious fashion.

" Yes Sir!! Cook us out while you know ourselves we finished doing it last night!" mbok Saroh replied.

" Well, isn't that worrying? And, the situation is not good" said Vendra menimpali.

" Yes we should just pray Den, for the safety of Cah Ayu" Mbok Saroh replied chiming.

" Worried??" ask Mr. Darman later.

Vendra just nodded. Implying his lacklustre lethargic heart.

" Wes, what's wrong. Just pray for Den!" said Mr. Darman calming.

" Yes, the milk was drunk. This soup is also dead. Unprepared. Later can take care of Cah Ayu again" explained Mbok Saroh.

While in a spacious room, with a luxurious interior. A girl was still sitting with her eyes closed. Girl dong!! Kananina hehehe. Just kid yes readers...

They were all busy with their fingers and fingers. I don't know what the money is on their minds. Worried, of course, was still staring at the three of them.

" Who?"

" Hmmm, show your form!"

There was no answer in that magnificent room. Yes, Aisyah still closed her eyes. But open his inner eyes.

" Okay, what do you want?" Aisyah.

Hiiiii.....

The shrill, crisp voice that was truly deafening to his ears now echoed and boomed.

" Hiissss...your voice!!! Make my ears hurt!!" gerutu Aisha.

The girl with round eyes now opened her eyes. Who actually wanted to see him in person.

The ugly creature with the right eye melted and bled - blood all the way to the cheek. Wide mouth is not reasonable size. The maggots crushed the arms of his body. The smell of rancidness gushed into the nose of the beautiful girl.

The smell that has become common for him. Adapting to the supernatural world is indeed a lot of surprises. The smell that was somehow rancid, whether the smell of boiled cassava, boiled potatoes, the smell of sight, fragrance and so on is now a daily deposition for Aisyah.

" Who are you?? Why did you ask me to meet? Who's master??" tanya Aisyah.

" Hiii. You have so many questions. Just make it dizzy answer!!" answer the creature.

" Hmmm change your face. Ugly!! I don't like it!!" aisha sarcas.

" Babhhh!! have asked a lot, now tell - tell!!" grumble the creature again.

" Snurry!! If you don't want to, get out!! Otherwise I can burn you instantly!" menacam Aisyah's.

" In addition to being fierce you are also a threat man!!' answer the creature back.

With a grumble that I don't know what it is. Coneled at a speed that was almost inaudible to Aisyah's ears. The creature turned into a beautiful woman in shabby clothes.

" Your clothes are so ugly!!" Aisyah.

" Babhhh!!! Againiiii???" said the creature.

" why? Can't change a good shirt yet? I can change clothes!!" Aisyah.

" I thought changing faces was enough for you. It turns out you're still protesting!!" gerutu Mbak kunti's.

" Hmmm. So then??" said Aisyah ketus.

" Okay, ladies!!" mbak kunti ejek.

Hap.. sreettt.

One second or less, the shabby shirt turned into a nice shirt.

" Hmmm, this is good to look at. If you come say hello first! You just play!!" aisha reminded.

" Greetings?" ask mbak kunti wonder.

" Yes. greetings. Assalamualaikum " said Aisyah.

" Ass..eeeyemmmu.aiiikmmm" said mbak kunti.

" Have you not converted to Islam??" ask Aisyah.

" Islam??" ask mbak kunti wonder.

" Haissshhhh!!!" said Aisyah who was getting irritated.