The Primadona Malam

Back to Looking for a Job

"Yahas! Imaaa!" halim shouted to his wife.

Hearing the voice of her husband so jarring from the front porch, made the pregnant woman stand up instantly. With a look of annoyed face and grumbling lips, Imas stepped foot towards the front porch.

"What the hell is it, Bang?" ask Imas, a little sewot.

"See them!" halim's orders. "Do you know them?" halim asked his wife.

Imas was silent.his two hands could only play the ends of his negligee on the left and right. His facial expression looked increasingly irritated. Yesterday he asked for two days. However, somehow the boss Engkong's men went back to his house.

Aish, suck! grumbled Imas in his heart.

"Imas's aircrew!" shouted Halim who began to feel annoyed with the silence of his wife. "Do you know these two people?" press Halim to his wife.

"Yeah, Bang. I-imas ke-nal one of them," replied Imas staggered.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, Maaas ...!" guman Halim while pulling his hair rough. "So right, you have debt to that loan shark?" halim asked who wanted to hear his wife's direct answer only to reassure her more.

"Pardon Imas, Bang," said Imas. He did not expect that his lie would be exposed this morning.

"Oh my God, Imas!" peekkik Halim's.

Halim could say nothing more. I want to ask you about that debt. However, when Halim saw people paying attention to her. He realized that his house had become the center of attention of his neighbors.

Halim looked back at the two people.

"Alright, Bang. I honestly don't know about my wife's debt. But I will definitely be responsible for what my wife does. Right now, I don't have that kind of money. Please give me a grace period to be able to pay it off" said Halim at length.

"Can't!" strict bald guy.

Halim sighed. He himself did not know how to pay his wife's debts of tens of millions.

"If you don't give me a grace period, how can I possibly repay my wife's debt by tens of millions" Halim complained.

"Snack!" call the bald man to his friend.

"Yes, Bang!" replied the man named Ucok as he approached the bald man.

"Fastly cut off that woman's jewelry!" Show the bald man to Imas.

"Eh, it's delicious! No-no!" pekik Imas while holding his necklace and bracelet.

However, the man named Ucok did not comment on the words of Imas. He swung his steps towards Imas. Deftly, both hands snatched the jewelry that Imas wore.

"Shut up!" yelled Ucok as Imas tried to rebel.

The body of Imas who was obstructed by his fat stomach was of course very difficult to move. Not wanting to endanger the condition of his wife's womb, Halim tried to negotiate with the man who was forcing to strip the jewelry Imas.

"Wait, Bang! Let me do it" said Halim.

"Ish, no Bang. This jewelry has Imas!" the strangulation of Imas again covered his neck.

Halim said nothing. He just stared hard at his wife. Although not heart, but all this happened because of his own wife.

"Bang, it's got Imas!" Again Imas shouted, trying to defend what belonged to him.

"Give it!" halim's orders, cold.

Getting a sharp look from her husband. Imas can no longer wiggle. Although not willing, but she stripped her jewelry one by one.

Halim handed the jewelry to the bald man. A grinning smile was seen from the bald man.

"Hmm, let's just think of this jewelry to pay for the week's interest now," the bald man said.

"What's? Weekly interest?" halim asked in surprise.

Sagar did not answer. He just kept grinning as he passed away from the front of Halim's rented house.

After the two debt collectors left. Halim turned her body. I think he wanted to berate his wife. However, upon seeing his son and nephew already standing in the doorway, halim undoes his intentions.

Halim glanced at the circular time pointer on the wrist. It's time to go to work.

"Okay, Uncle," said Niram.

Niram is back in. A few minutes later, he came out and immediately handed Halim's jacket.

"Are you ready, Ram?" ask Halim.

Niram nodded.

"Come, Uncle deliver until the red light is ahead" asked Halim.

Niram nodded back. "Niram go first, Tan."

Niram reached out to kiss the back of his aunt's hand. However, Imas even brushed off Niram's hand. It seems, he still feels annoyed at the attitude of Halim who has made a unilateral decision by handing over the jewelry he has.

"Already, Niram. Come on up, Rayyan's gonna be late for school!" yelled Halim who was sitting on his bike.

"Good, Uncle."

After the death of her husband and son. Imas re-entered the house. His face was red with anger. With a stomp of his feet, Imas walked into the room.

Brak!

Arriving at the room, Imas slammed the door. Not only the door that became the target of the anger of Imas, all the items on the dressing table were not left behind. Imas vented all his pity on the items he found on the dressing table. One by one, she threw the makeup equipment as she continued to curse.

"Look, I'm going to say even more painfully than this, Halim!"

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Halim stops his bike in front of a state SD. A moment later, Rayyan came down. He kissed the back of his father's hand before entering the school gate.

"Student learning, son. Don't go home before you pick up Papa" Halim said to her son.

"Yes, Pa," Rayyan replied.

After making sure Rayyan entered the school yard, Halim also reapplied his motorbike. Until arriving at the first red light, Halim then stopped the motor.

"Aren't you okay getting down here, Ram?" ask Halim.

"It's okay, Uncle," replied Niram.

"Where do you promise your friend?" Halim asked back.

"At Sarinah bus stop, Uncle," replied Niram.

"Yes already, then, let Uncle take you there," continued Halim.

"No need, Uncle. After all, the path was opposite to Uncle's office. Niram was afraid that Uncle would be late for the office. Let Niram take the bus" Niram said.

"Alright, Uncle's leaving first. Be careful on the road, son," said Halim while restarting the engine.

"Wait, Uncle!" exclaim Niram.

Halim turned off the engine again.

"Do'akan Niram, Uncle. Hopefully this time Niram can get a job" Niram said.

Halim smiled. He then rubbed the head of his nephew.

"Of course, Ram. Uncle will always wish you all the best."

"Thank you, Uncle. Then, Uncle can leave now. Be careful on the road," said Niram, smiling sumringah.

Halim nodded. He also runs his motor.

"Come, spirit of Niram," muttered Niram as he crossed the road to board the angkot that would take him to the bus stop.