The Primadona Malam

Girl or Widow?

"Niraam! Niram!"

Imas shouted loudly calling her husband's nephew. Shortly afterwards, Niram came to Imas in the living room. Niram's forehead frowned when he saw that his aunt was well-dressed.

"Where is Aunt going? Doesn't Auntie's stomach still hurt?" niram Cecar.

"Wherever I go, it's none of your business. Thats right!" bentak Imas's. "Your job now, finish the house. Abis it, lu anterin the Rayyan to school. Understand!" coined.

"Well, Tan," said Niram.

"One more! If there is someone who asked me, you say yes, if from yesterday I did not come home. Can, lu?!"

Niram was silent. From a young age, he never lied. His parents never taught him to lie.

"Ih, don't mean no, you?" exclamation Imas.

"Sorry, Tan. As a child Niram was never taught to lie" replied Niram who tried to subtly reject his aunt's request.

"Grrr .. It's up to you!" timbal Imas, furious.

Not wanting to waste his time with the woman he always considered a village, Imas immediately left his home.

Brak!

Goby closed the front door very hard. Making both of Niram's shoulders shudder instantly in shock. She did not expect that her refusal would make her aunt so angry.

"Huh, is it hard to lie just a little bit. Not that this is also for good," grumbled Imas from the front porch.

Niram who could still hear the aunt's grunts, could only let out a long sigh.

Whether for good or not, whose name lies, still sin, the inner Niram smiled wryly.

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Meanwhile, somewhere else.

"Stop here!" imelda's orders to her aide.

Togar immediately pulled over his car on a village road on the outskirts of Jakarta.

"Mamih sure, don't want company?" tanya Togar looks worried.

"No need. This is Mamih's birthplace, so Mamih knows what its citizens are like" Imelda replied.

"Yes already. If so, Togar just wait here. Just call Togar if Mamih needs anything, ", Togar continued.

Imelda just smiled hearing the attention of her men. After finishing a conversation with Togar, Imelda got off the luxury car she was driving.

The middle-aged woman, wearing thick make-up and tight-fitting clothes, continued to swing her steps towards a village that was behind a luxury apartment on the outskirts of the capital.

Imelda's smile rises when she sees a group of girls in Scout uniform, passing by her.

"Hmm, how thick," murmured Imelda.

However, just as Imelda was about to approach the girls, someone called her name.

"Mammy!" yelled Noor who accidentally saw Imelda walking in front of him.

Imelda turned. He grumbled a little at the screams of someone he knew so well.

"Ish, yes people, it has been said that you do not need to call Mamih if again in the village. On the run, isn't my target?" imelda grumbled as she stepped closer to her closest friend.

"Jeez Mamih .. I could see you here, I could see you" Noor said.

Imelda just smiled mesemically hearing Noor's words that sounded seducing. Hmm, there's gotta be a mother-daughter. Back Imelda grumbled in her heart.

"Kok tumben you here, Mih?" ask Noor again.

"This is my village, Noor. My residence. Can't I go to my own village?" reply Imelda fierce.

"Eh, not that, Mih. I wonder aje. You come here, there must be a desire. Your father's mother doesn't exist. It is not possible that you also want to pilgrimage to the grave of your father's mother. Don't-don't, you came here for a new manga series. Bener, isn't that my guess?" cerocos Noor without pause.

"Lu bawel very much, Noor! I came here on purpose because I miss you. Yes, to your house, yuk!" take Imelda while holding Noor's hand.

Noor himself just rounded his eyes to hear Imelda's words. Huh, pake ngeles, again, Noor grumbled in his heart.

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The Sukma house.

From a distance, the sound of Imas's bells was already heard so noisy. However, none of the neighbors had any intention of approaching the house.

"Huh, drama moreover sukma ame anaknye," said one of his neighbors.

"Hhh, please .. namanye is also a family full of sensations. Not only his son, his father, his mother were all like that" said another neighbor.

Hearing so loud screams from Sukma's house, none of the neighbors cared. In fact, they prefer to do their work rather than having to see what happens to the father and son.

"I told you, I don't have any money, Mas," replied Sukma as he pulled out his empty pants pocket.

"Your father, yesterday, 'kan Imas has said that you have to be willingin money now. Yes Father of effort, cake. Minjem to the neighbor cake, mulung cake, mo ngerampak though, Imas does not care. What matters is that there is a day!" cerocos Imas, so loud.

"Eh at your house what's the matter, Noor?" asked Imelda who could hear the shrillness of a woman from a distance.

"Biasalah .. at most my man again debated his son," Noor replied.

"Keep, we're not going to your house?" ask Imelda again.

"Be ... come on!"

Noor drew Imelda's hand to get closer to her house. Arriving in front of the house, Noor knocked on the door of the house whose position was already open.

"Hey, hello ...! The volume of his voice can't be squashed? Noor the arrival of an important guest. Mo chat!" shouted Noor.

Sukma and Imas turned their heads when they heard Noor's voice coming from the door. Imas knitted his eyebrows together because he did not recognize his stepmother's guest. Another with an old, plontos-haired man. With a sigh, he walked over to Noor and Imelda.

"Hi, dear Mamih Imel .. hmm, what are you doing visiting the kite village? Are you out of virgins in your house?" Welcome Sukma who made Imelda's eyes tickle for a moment.

Imas further knitted his two eyebrows. However, he did not dare to ask despite the curiosity about the menor woman, rising in his heart.

"Udeh, Bang. Don't you keep teasing him. We heard first what mo talked about ma him. The cake, the Mamih again there is a problem, nih," Noor said.

"You boys bini .. There's no rules for your own. Ngoceh mulu from earlier! Is it wrong, if I want refreshing in my own village?" imelda said furiously.

"A bit wrong, but yes your habit, 'kan kek that. Try your story ma kite. Yes who knows we can help," continued Sukma.

"Hhh, you're Suk. My efforts are deserted again. My customers are on the run because they are not satisfied with my merchandise," complained Imelda.

"Hahaha .. Besides you never know what I'm saying, Mel. I'm telling you, your trading habits are done once a year. La elu, ngeyel," taunted Sukma.

"Eh shucks! I'm here to find a solution, not make your leds!" Sarkas Imelda while throwing his heels towards Sukma.

"Lagian .. do you think it's easy to find a virgin? Widow nyari people who want to be invited to work like that too, difficult .. ask for forgiveness. You also know, right, persuading the women to work at my place." Imelda complained again.

"Keep, now what do you want?" ask Noor.

"Well, let's get women to work where I am" replied Imelda.

"Widow or girl?" timpal Sukma's.

"Oh, you kate the title song, Bang?!" noor Tukas.

Sukma just laughed at his wife's words.

"So, what do you want to find?" Sukma asked again.

"Bring some girls for me!" imelda's orders.

"Hmm, but there is always a price for every seamless item," Sukma continued.

"Set it!"