The Primadona Malam

Transaction

"Where? Steady, sir," whispered Imas in his father's ear.

"Uih ... This mah is more than steady, Neng!" sukma Sahut.

"How much money, sir?" ask Imas.

"One billion can also be this mah, Neng," replied Sukma.

"What?! A billion!" peekkik Imas's.

"Shhh!" Sukma put an index finger over his lips. "Don't go fast, Neng. Later on your mother's whimper, can be boisterous again," said Sukma.

"Eh, sorry-sorry, sir!" suhut Imas, slow down.

"Yes, let's go samperin no boy!" bring Sukma.

Imas nodded. A few seconds later, the father and son approached Niram who was still standing on the front porch

"Ram, know this is his father Aunt, his name is Mr. Sukma," said Imas introduced his father, "and this is his name Noor, stepmother Aunt" he continued

"Huh, you fat boy! Don't call stepmom kaleee, either" Noor said.

Imas just rolled his eyes to hear the words of the mother continued.

Niram stretched out his hands to shake hands with Imas' parents. Despite feeling uneasy from seeing the sharp gazes of the middle-aged couple. However, Niram tries to stay as calm and act as natural as possible.

Suddenly, Imas' phone rang, making the people who were shaking hands turn towards him. Imas smiled mesmerizingly, a second later he picked up his phone.

"Yes, Ma'am .." said Imas while staying away from Niram and his parents. Imas soon disappeared behind the door.

"So, you're calling him Halim?" ask Sukma for pleasantries.

"Right, Uncle," replied Niram.

"Come on, please sit down!" sukma said, allowing his guests to sit down.

After that, the three of them talked about the state of Niram in his village. Until not long ago, Imas came with a face that looked anxious.

"Ram, it looks like we should cancel our plan to go to Auntie's friend's cafe," Imas said, sounding full of regret.

"What's up, Auntie? Who's calling?" asked Niram who was starting to get angry.

"So the phone from Rayyan's school. He said Rayyan had a fever and Aunt had to pick up Rayyan at school" Imas said.

Niram looks disappointed. However, he also could not simply ignore the news. Poor Rayyan.

"Yes, Tan. It's okay ..it may not be Niram's sustenance" replied Niram.

"Where are you going?" asked Sukma who began to speak when he saw Imas gesturing through the blink of his eyes.

"Father knows Melda temen Imas, right? That's loh, who has a cafe in the Tawang area," said Imas.

"Ah, yes ... Father knows. Why why?" ask Sukma.

"Yesterday the Melda called, she was in need of employees for her cafe. Understand ... cafe, 'will begin to crowded visitors," replied Imas.

"Keep, you wanna sleep in Melda's cafe?" terka Sukma's.

"The plan is so, sir," said Imas, "but it seems not so, because Imas had to pick up Rayyan who was sick at school," he continued.

"If so, let you deliver, Mas." Sukma volunteered to drive Niram to his destination.

"Absolutely, you're not busy?" Imas asked back.

"No, Mas. It just so happened that I worked the night shift. So can you help me make nganterin ... emh, what's his name?" Sukma looked back at Niram.

"Niram, sir," replied Imas.

"Yes! Si Niram let your Father deliver to your cafe. Pity too, 'kan .. the time has come here must return again," Noor said, attentive.

Widiiih, you guys are on a really great dah, acting, inner Imas while staring at both parents alternately.

"Y-yes, Aunt. Niram is okay" replied Niram.

Imas and his parents smiled broadly at Niram's reply. A mysterious smile that only they themselves knew what it meant.

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Ahsan's motorbike was parked in front of Natasya's boarding gate. Today, Ahsan will return to deliver Natasya to find work.

After almost ten minutes of waiting. The long-haired girl came to him.

"Yep, San!" bring Natasya.

Ahsan. She smiled sweetly displaying a row of her clean white teeth. A smile that could thrill Natasya for a few seconds.

"We're looking for breakfast first, yes. I haven't eaten yet" Ahsan said.

"But not for long, yeah. I don't want to keep waiting for us later," said Natasya.

"Yes, easy .." Ahsan said.

After Natasya boarded, Ahsan also advanced his motorbike.

Arriving at a rice stall that is quite hygienic, Ahsan pulled over his motorbike. They walked into the rice stall. Ahsan and Natasya started ordering breakfast respectively.

While waiting for food to come, the two friends chatted cheerfully. For a moment, they forgot the problems in their families. Until the food came, they were still talking.

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"Come on, Nak Niram!" take Sukma after he finishes wearing his leather jacket.

"Yes, Uncle," answered Niram, rising from his seat.

Niram approached Noor to say goodbye and asked for a do'a. Yet again the middle-aged woman clasped her hands. Niram just sighed to get the cynical treatment of the aunt's stepmother.

During the journey, only silence accompanied him. Niram did not dare to ask, afraid of disturbing the old man's concentration.

Until after two hours of circling the streets, Sukma's motorbike stopped at a house that was quite quiet. Sukma entered the yard of the house is quite spacious.

"Come, boy!" sukma's Order.

Niram nodded. A second later, he came down from the bonfire and approached Sukma.

"What's the place here, sir? How lonely." Niram asked while circulating his gaze.

"It's quiet here, kid, but it's pretty crowded inside. Come inside!" sukma Sahut grabbed Niram's wrist.

The hijab girl was really surprised to find Sukma's treatment. He began to pull his hand so that it could be separated from the strong grasp of Sukma's hand. However, Sukma's hand was so strong that Niram could not escape.

"Let's!" yelled Sukma who was snuggling just entering the house.

A middle-aged woman who was being closed enjoyed the sensation of massage a reliable masseuse, immediately opened her eyes to hear the sound of the cry of her village first friend.

He was already very angry with the commotion that Sukma made. However, when he saw a beautiful girl standing next to Sukma, a grinning smile was etched on both corners of his lips. A few seconds later, Imelda gestured to her bodyguards to close the door tightly.

"Ah, you've finally come too!" exclaims Imelda.

"Hahaha, of course Imelda! Didn't I ever break a promise?" answer Sukma. "How, does it fit? I assure you the goods will not disappoint you. It's pure! Very pure and still ripe as well," corocos Sukma as he approached Imelda.

"And guy sure, he'll be the prima donna here!" sukma whispers in Imelda's ear.

"Hmmm, you're right too" said Imelda without taking her eyes off Niram.

"So how? Can we trade now?" ask Sukma.

"Transaction?!