The Primadona Malam

Entrapment

After dinner and cleaning up the dirty dishes, Niram returned to the room to perform the prayers. After finishing the prayer, Niram began to clean up the map containing a job application letter. The plan is Monday, he will try to find another job with his new friend, Magdalena.

Wh-tok-tok!

The knock on the door of the room, it sounded so loud.

"Niram, can Auntie come in?" ask Imas from behind the door of Niram's room.

Niram scrunched his forehead. How come Aunt Imas wants to come to my room, Niram said in his heart.

"Niram, are you asleep?" then Imas asked.

"No, Tan. Just go in, the door is not locked, really," replied Niram who was actually surprised by the arrival of the aunt to his room.

Chequek!

Door opens. Imas enters Niram's room. With great difficulty due to her growing pregnancy, Imas sat on the couch. Unintentionally, Imas's eyes were locked onto a large, brown envelope.

"What's your CV, Niram?" Imas's chin pointed at the large envelope that was beside Niram.

Niram glanced at the object Imas pointed at, saying, "Yes, Tan."

Nah! He can't find a job anymore. Otherwise, my efforts will be in vain, Inner Imas, staring intently at the object.

Seeing the strange look of the aunt on the object next to her, Niram was astonished. He then tried to distract his aunt.

"Oh yes, Tan. Does Auntie need anything? Maybe you want some tea or coffee?" ask Niram.

"Eh, not Ram," Imas replied in surprise. "Tante just wanted to say something to you" he continued.

Niram's forehead is back in a frown. A little surprised by the attitude of his aunt who spoke different words than usual.

"Deliver what, Tan? Did Auntie get a message from Uncle Halim about Niram's interview?" terka Niram's.

"Bu-no, Ram! That's not what Auntie wants to say," Imas replied slightly stuttered.

Niram increasingly linked his two eyebrows. He was really astonished to see the attitude of Imas that changed for the good.

Hmm, maybe Aunt Imas is tired of being judes continuously, inner Niram smiled amusedly.

"You're such a whimper, Ram!" said Imas, ketus.

"Eh, not Tan. Niram is not a whimper, really," denied Niram.

"Keep, why smile at that cake?" ask Imas, investigate.

"It's okay, Tan. Niram just felt happy, because Auntie wanted to talk to Niram," replied Niram, trying to find an excuse not to hurt her aunt's feelings.

Huh, if not for money, I would not be willing to talk to you. Don't talk, let me talk! snorting of Imas in his heart.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ram. You're Halim's bang, and Halim's bang Aunty's husband. Yeah, you're also Auntie's automatic. Cook the same ponakan itself should be jutek-jutekan, 'kan we should get along well," said Imas, softly.

"Yes, Auntie's right," said Niram, "emh, what is it to say, Tan?" continued Niram.

"That's until I forgot, right. Look, Ram ... Aunty just wants to tell you that starting tomorrow, you don't have to start working here and there again" said Imas.

"That's, Tan?" Niram was getting clueless.

"So gini ... Aunty has found a job that suits you. Yes, not an office job anyway, but the salary is good for the size of the diploma you have," continued Imas.

"What job, Tan?" Niram looks enthusiastic.

"What waitress, Tan?" Niram asked again.

"Pe-servants ..." For a moment, Imas seemed to think, "emh, anu Ram .. pe-service cafe, yes it is! Cafe waiter," said Imas, reassuring.

"Where, Tan?" ask Niram again.

Ish, many times this question is boy!

In his heart, Imas again grumbled in annoyance.

"Everything in Central Jakarta, Ram. Not far from your uncle's office. That's why Auntie bargained with you. Let it be later, you can go home and go with Uncle Halim," said Imas who began to lie smoothly.

Niram smiled happily at his aunt's words. For Niram, either intentional or not. However, this is an incredible coincidence. That way, his uncle would not have to worry about his condition anymore.

"Well, what do you want?" imas asked, hoping to be anxious for fear of Niram turning down his offer. "If you want, tomorrow your aunt anterin to the person who nawarin the job," continued Imas, persuading Niram.

"Aunty Friends?" repeat Niram, "what do you mean, Tan? Honestly, Niram does not understand," he added.

"So gini loh, Ram. The cafe belongs to his friend Auntie, and he needs a new employee to be a waitress in his cafe. Because the cafe was quite visited by visitors," said Imas.

"Oh, so ... emh, what time do we go there, Tan?" It seems Niram is getting interested in the job that Imas offers.

"After Rayyan went to school, Ram," Imas replied.

"Will not be bad, Tan. Afraid the cafe's open" Niram said.

"Please, Ram. That's the cafe the young kawula gather. So, not during the day" replied Imas.

"Oooh, that's it" said Niram, nodding his head.

Smile full of mystery on the lips of Imas. After seeing the trap almost succeeded, Imas was immediately resigned to avoid further widening the question.

"Yes, now that you're sleeping, let it look fresh tomorrow. Tomorrow, you're starting to work, so you have to look fit. Aunty wants to rest first," said Imas while trying to get out of his seat.

Because his stomach was so distended, Imas also had trouble standing up. Seeing this, Niram stood up to help his aunt.

"Let Niram help, Tan!"

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"Quite Karen! You can't blame me for Natasha's exit from this house!" shouted a well-built man.

"Lantas, who else can I blame, Brama? Were it not for your dictatorship and your ambition of making Tasya his successor, he would not have possibly run away from home!" said Karen, no less shouting out loud to answer the words of her husband named Brama.

Brama clutched both of his wife's jaws. She felt annoyed that Karen had already begun to dare to shout at him.

"Please blame me, Karen! As long as you know, Natasya will never rebel and get out of the house if you don't force her to get married. It! That's what got your son out of here! Marriage, marriage .. are you not aware if he is too small to build a household, huh!" snapped Brama while pushing rough Karen's body until the woman fell to the floor.

Without them noticing, a pair of eyes were already glazed over hearing their debate from behind the main door.

"But I've taken great pains to persuade her son to come home. Huh, shitty!" gerutu Ahsan while holding Karen's shoulder which began to dimly watch her parents' quarrel.

"Please take me back to the boarding house, San," said Natasya.

"Are you sure?" ask Ahsan.

"Absolutely sure!"