The Primadona Malam

The Perfect Catch

Ahsan could not persuade his best friend anymore. The quarrel in front of Natasya's eyes, had broken Ahsan's persuasion of Natasya a few hours ago.

"Sorry!" said quietly Ahsan while piggybacking Natasha out of the courtyard of Natasya's house.

"No pa-pa, San. It's not your fault either" said Natasya, speaking without passion.

Ahsan knew that his best friend's feelings were currently in a state of chaos. Therefore, the thin-floated young man also pulled his motorbike over an overpass located in the Central Jakarta area.

Without waiting for orders, Natasya got off Ahsan's bike. He set his foot on the sidewalk. Both of his hands were holding the bridge barrier.His vision began to blur because it was blocked by the fog of tears.

Ahsan who noticed Natasya's disappointment, immediately approached her. He was holding his best friend's shoulder.

"Cry if you want to cry, Shay," said Ahsan.

Natasha shook her head. His chest felt tight, as if he was squeezed by such a heavy burden.

"Do you want to scream? Expand it! Here you can scream loudly. I'm sure no one will notice you here" Ahsan said.

"Aargha! Brengseeeekk!!"

"Astaghfiullah! Not in my ears too times, Shay!"

Ahsan grumbled in annoyance as Natasya deliberately shouted right in front of her ears.while the wavy, blonde-haired girl, could only smile broadly at Ahsan's wry expression

"Thanks, San!" natasya.

"thanks? For ...?"

"Thank you because there is always someone beside me at all times" Natasya said.

"Hahahaha, forcibly too, Neng. abis I have no more friends besides you," joked Ahsan.

"Ajig! Shit lu!" natasya grumbled, pursing her lips.

Ahsan again embraced Natasha. "Kanda atuh, Neng! now where are we going? To your house, what's the hostel?" ask Ahsan.

"Any cost, San."

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Next day. After taking her son to school, Imas returned home. I don't know, it seems like today he has a new energy. So excited to welcome Monday.

"Where, Ram. Is it ready?" ask Imas as soon as he arrives at his house.

"A little more, Tan. Niram hasn't mopped the floor yet" replied Niram.

"But the floor's been swept, right?" continue Imas.

"Already, Tan," replied Niram.

"Yes already, mop it up tomorrow. Afraid of bad luck too. Come, prepare!" imas command.

Actually Niram was astonished by the orders of Imas. Didn't Umas say last night, the cafe's open in the afternoon? But somehow the aunt looked so rushed to take her away.

"the hunt! In fact, dumbass!" reprimand Imas who instantly disperse the reverie of Niram.

"Eh, i-iya Aunt. Niram went back to save this, "" answered Niram, showing a broom and a pengki in both hands.

"Yes, hunt there!" Imas gave the order again.

In a hurry, Niram returned to the back to store the two objects. After that, she washed her hands and ran to the room to change clothes.

It didn't take long to get ready for a Niram Kirana. A simple appearance without any makeup, has made the girl very beautiful and attractive.

Niram grabbed the application letter that had been prepared overnight from the top of his dibannya. "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim .. hopefully acceptable work. Aamiin," murmured Niram before finally coming out of the room.

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"Ready, Mpok!" answer the motorcycleman.

Shortly after, the taxi driver called his other partner. Once the ojek is ready, Imas and Niram ride it.

"Ordinary place, Bang!" continue Imas.

"Okay, Mpok!"

Niram knitted his eyebrows to see the interaction between the aunt and the taxi driver. Hmm, maybe it's the ojek subscription of Aunt Imas, therefore they look very familiar, inner Niram smiled thinly.

Shortly thereafter, the two motorboats drove quite fast. The streets were empty, because the office hours had already begun. Finally, after half an hour had passed, the two objects stopped in front of a house whose yard, hmm, sure enough, was very messy.

"Let's get off!" imas's word to her husband's nephew.

Niram according. He also came down from above the bonfire. After paying his motorcycle fare, Imas invited Niram to enter his parents' yard.

"Paaaac! My father!"

Imas shouted loudly as he set foot on the porch of the house. Niram was very surprised to see his aunt's attitude.

Astaghfirullah, can't aunty knock on the door when she gets there? Why do you have to scream like this? Uuh, invite the attention of the neighbors only, inner Niram while circulating his gaze.

Honestly, Niram felt uncomfortable when it came to being the center of attention of the neighbors around the house who looked dirty and smelly.

"Huh, you bar-bar boy! Can't you knock on the door first, say hello first when you enter the old man's house, huh!" reprimand Noor while standing in the doorway.

"Ih, move! I'm not going to yell at you!" imas said while pushing the shoulder of his stepmother to the right side.

"Oh, you poor-educated child! No morals at all!" snorting Noor, while rubbing his right shoulder that feels pain after hitting the door frame.

Niram was stunned to see the actions of two different women of that generation. What is the way city women behave like this? The young have no respect for the old, while the old can only snarl at the young.

"Astaghfiullah!" muttered Niram while stroking his chest.

Hearing someone's muttering, Noor realized that there was a beautiful hijab girl standing not far from him.

"Eh, whoa do you?" tanya Noor looked at Niram from head to toe.

"I am Niram, Ma'am" replied Niram, extending a hand.

Of course Noor is not willing to shake hands with strangers. His forehead frowned, a sign that he was getting curious about the figure of the girl.

"I am Halim's nephew, her husband Aunt Imas" Niram continued.

"Oh, pound the Halim" Noor repeated, "why are you here?" ask Noor.

Honestly, Noor himself was astonished by the arrival of Imas who brought his nephew. All this time, as she knew, Imas never liked the family of her husband. However, now somehow her stepson came with her husband's niece.

Hmm, has the Imas changed his mind and started to accept the family from his legs? inner Noor, still looking at the woman who began to stand quietly in front of him.

"Actually .. aunty Imas would like to take me to his friend's cafe, Mom. Says Aunt Imas, her friend who owns the cafe, is looking for employees to work there. Aunt Imas offered me the job, and today we went to his cafe to apply for a job" Niram said.

Hearing Niram's reply, Noor grinned. He began to be able to digest what the arrival of Imas with the hijab girl meant.

Hmm, the falling fruit is never far from the tree. Pinter also lu, Neng, nyari prey, inner Noor, back to look at Niram with a smile full of mystery.

Meanwhile, from behind the door of the family room, Sukma smiled happily to see the prey brought by his son.

"Uuh, perfect catch, Neng!"