The Primadona Malam

Leadership Training

In the room. Halim tidied up the clothes she would need during her training later. In fact, as a husband, Halim was eager for the wife's enthusiasm in preparing for the needs that Halim needed during her stay in the campground. However, hearing his wife complain of stomach pain, Halim was not hearty and was forced to prepare her own needs.

"How long did you live there?" asked Imas who was lying down while rubbing his stomach that was getting squeaky.

"One week, Ma" replied Halim. His hands were busy putting clothes in his suitcase.

"Continue, if Imas lahiran, Abang no dong," said Imas, Still rubbing his stomach.

"Your HPL, it's still a long time, Deck. It's still two weeks away. My brother went home, if you are the one," replied Halim.

"Ih, don't be so trusting of HPL, Bang. HPL 'could have gone forward," scowled Imas as he turned his lips.

"Hmm, just pray so that the HPL can be pushed back," joked Halim.

"Aish, Abaaang .. where can I.." whine Imas.

Halim landed her ass on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she picked up the jacket that was draped on the back of the dressing chair. Halim took out a brown envelope from the jacket pocket.

"This is for the needs of the house for a week. Please arrange it well, Ma" said Halim, handing the brown envelope to his wife.

"What is that, Bang?" tanya Imas frowned. "Now, it's not the time for a payday brother" continued Imas.

"Actually, it is the cost of transportation and also accommodation from the office for you, during training at the campground later. However, you think you need this money more than you do" continued Halim.

With a big smile, Imas immediately grabbed the envelope. Pouting at the lips that he had just put, instantly disappeared already when he saw the red sheet of money from inside the envelope.

"Thank you, Bang."

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Somewhere else.

Hanafi and Halimah seemed to get a glimmer of hope when they heard that their son had worked.

"Dad's happy, Mom. Finally Father's decision to allow Niram to go to the city, paid off as well" Hanafi said proudly.

"Yes, Dad. Hopefully, this will be the beginning of the change of our lives in the future" said Halimah.

Hanafi smiled wryly. Actually, deep down in Hanafi's heart, he felt he could not bear to let his son work just to provide for parents.

However, Hanafi was helpless. Tuberculosis disease suffered a few years ago, has undermined the endurance of Hanafi. He could no longer earn a living for his family.

Hanafi condemned his situation. However, all of that was completely unable to change the fact if he was useless to become a head of the family. Bemoan. Of course, only pain can rumble in his chest when he sees his wife's child working.

"Huh, what a stupid old man!" hanafi muttered in annoyance.

"Already, Dad. No need to start again. Dad's breath can be congested if you keep remembering Dad's destiny. To me and Niram, you are a very good housekeeper. A perfect husband and father who are responsible for us" Halimah said.

Hanafi smiled wryly at the words of his wife.

"It's night, I'd better get some sleep. Hmm, now I can sleep well because I have heard the news about your beloved daughter," said Halimah.

Again Hanafi smiled faintly in response to the joke of his wife.

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It's still morning. The birds chirp was just too simple. However, Kania's shrill beat her husband's parrot chirping.

"Jeez, Mami! This is not a forest, yes. Don't scream like that!" reprimand Mr. Kusuma.

"Who told you to sleep here?" nagel Kania's.

"Ish, Papi this is your husband, Mi. Yes it is natural that Papi sleeps here," continued Mr. Kusuma look upset.

"Hmm, just remember that now it's Papi's husband Mami. Where were you yesterday, Pi? Is it just because there is Ahsan, Papi ngakuin Mami again as your wife? Huh, you two-faced man!" grunted Kania with great annoyance.

"Whatever!" replied Mr. Kusuma as he moved from his bed to the bathroom.

Huh, it's always like that. Su'udzon! I was just trying to understand each other. I don't know why he's so hard to understand me. The longer, the more I don't feel at home living on one roof with him. Mr. Kusuma complained in his heart.

Meanwhile, Ahsan who heard the commotion of his parents, could only sigh. Really, he was not out of thought with his two parents who always had time to fight. As for chatting with him, their time seemed to be very dense.

Ahsan's memory goes back to her childhood which was less than pleasant. The childhood he spent with his solitude. Ahsan's parents are too busy with their respective careers. Dad who owns a processed wood factory, and also Mom who always does photoshoots to and fro.

Not wanting to hear the commotion of his parents anymore, Ahsan also swung his steps towards the garage. She was about to meet her childhood best friend to deliver a message from Karen.

"Ahsan go first, Mbok," said Ahsan who did not want to ruin the morning atmosphere of his parents who were arguing.

"Yes, Den. Be careful on the road."

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At 9 am, Halim arrived at the Mandalawangi campground. After doing a re-list, Halim immediately headed for tent number nine. Halim smiled at her favorite numbers.

"Hmm, may this number bring me good luck" murmured Halim.

Not long after, a man almost the same age as Halim, entered the tent already occupied by Halim . It seemed, this man would be his comrade-in-arms.