The Primadona Malam

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Towards Isya, Ahsan arrived at his house. A magnificent house, but it looks so deserted. Ahsan just smiled wryly arriving in front of the gate of his house. It's also free for him to press the doorbell, Mr. Gun will never hear it.

The old man who was still employed as a guard had indeed slightly lost his hearing due to the high fever he had experienced a few years ago. Therefore, Ahsan took out her phone. He called someone inside the house. Until not long ago, the gate of the towering house was opened.

"Ah, Den Ahsan!" chuckling at a middle-aged woman, "thankfully Aden is back" he continued.

Ahsan smile. "Nothing of the house, Mbok?" tanyakanya.

"Mami Aden has been to Paris for three days. He has an important job there. As for Aden's papa, he hasn't come home from his office" said the woman, who was called Mbok.

Mbok. Her real name is Jumiati, a Mojokerto-born woman who from the girl works at the home of Kania's parents, her biological mother Ahsan.

Mbok Jum is married to Pak Gun who works as a security guard at the Kania family home. After Kania gets married, the couple are ordered by Kania's parents to look after their only daughter.

Years of building a household, but the couple has not been blessed with children until now. However, the harmony of their household, defeated the harmony of the household of his master's son, Kania.

The couple never fought once. Not having children, not an obstacle for them to keep their household. For them, the presence of Ahsan who was born from a career woman like her employer's child, had already greatly colored their lives.

Yes, both of Ahsan's parents are so busy with her work. Therefore, they did not have time to play with his son. Unfortunately, the teenage. Ahsan decided to stay in Jogja with his maternal parents, who were none other than Mbok Jum's employer and Pak Gun.

"It's been a night like this, but papi hasn't come home yet, Mbok?" ask Ahsan.

Mbok Jum shook his head.

Ahsan let out a rough breath. "Huh, whatever papi's doing out there," he grumbled.

Mbok Jum who saw the look of annoyance on the face of his foster children, immediately invited Ahsan to enter the house. He understood that Ahsan was being annoyed by the attitude of his parents.

"Yes, we're in yuk, Den!" bring Mbok Jum. "Aden must have felt tired after going through a long trip," he added.

Ahsan stepped foot into the spacious courtyard of his house. Followed by her foster mother. In front of the house, there is already Mr. Gun who is waiting for his arrival.

"Welcome, Son!" mr. Gun said he welcomed Ahsan's arrival. The two of them hugged each other to reveal a longing.

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Niram was so shocked when he realized that the precious object given by his parents was missing. He reached into his sling bag. Maybe he forgot to put that thing in there. However, he did not find his bracelet at all.

Niram grabbed his tote bag. He then took out his clothes one by one to look for the whereabouts of the object. However, even in the bag, Niram did not find his bracelet.

My God, where's the mother's bracelet left? I remember very well that before leaving here, I wore that bracelet on my right wrist. But why would it disappear? inner Niram.

Almost in every corner of the room, Niram looked for bracelets with letters that stringed his name. However, he still could not find it. In the end, Niram gave up and tried to recant if the object might not be his sustenance.

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The dawn of Azan was heard from the mushalla which was not far from the rented house. Halim blinked her eyes. As usual, he went to the kitchen to do homework.

The pregnancy of his wife was very big. The USG results stated that Imas was pregnant with twins of female sex. Therefore, since the age of Imas womb stepped five months, Halim began to take over the duties of Imas before leaving for work.

Ting!

The message notification sounds heard from his phone. Halim who was washing the rice, immediately stopped. He stepped out to pick up the phone from the top of the freezer.

Halim's heart raced very fast. His body felt limp after reading the message on his phone screen.

"Geez, what should I say to Niram?" murmured Halim, confused.

"Say what, Bang?" ask Imas.

Halim was surprised to hear his wife's question from behind. He turned his body. Imas was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Wake up, Ma?" ask Halim.

Halim shifts and gives Imas a way to take cold water from inside the refrigerator. A moment later, he resumed his work which had been delayed.

"What do you have to say to Niram? Why is he?" After taking a sip of his drink, Imas asked Halim again.

"Ti-dak, Mom. There is nothing" replied Halim.

"Don't lie, Bang. Imas doesn't like it!" said Imas, ketus.

Halim stopped her work. He turned his body and looked at his wife.

"There should be a message from the HRD section. He said the OG position was filled" replied Halim.

"That means, Niram didn't work in your office?" ask Imas, full of probes.

"It seems so," replied Halim.

"Yes, you just tell the truth to the boy, and tell him to go back to his hometown" said Imas, without mercy.

"I'll say it, Ma. But I won't tell him to go home" replied Halim.

"Ish, Bang. Our rented house is so narrow for us to live in, not to mention after twins were born. If he still stays here, our house will be narrower, Bang. After all, if he stays here without working, he'll just be a prankster," grumbling Imas, getting annoyed.

"Enough, Mom! Niram is my only nephew. He's my brother's son, so he's my son too. I'm the head of the family in this house, and I'm also in charge of this house. So I've decided that Niram will stay with us until he gets a job and can live independently. Understand you!" firmly Halim.

When Halim was about to go to the bathroom, she accidentally saw Niram who was running away from her.

"Niram, wait" cried Halim, calling his nephew.

Niram stopped his steps. A second later, Halim approached Niram.

"Uncle is sure that you must have heard the debate of your Uncle and aunt" said Halim.

Niram just lowered his face.

"Not to worry, Niram. While in this city, you are the responsibility, Uncle. Take it easy, Uncle will contact Uncle's friends to ask for job vacancies. Uncle is sure you can get a job as soon as possible" said Halim, trying to cheer Niram up.

The girl of stature did not answer. He just kept his face down.

Unable to see the sadness on the look on his nephew's face, Halim grabbed Niram into his arms.

"Don't think too much, son. Uncle will try so that you can work in this city as soon as possible" promised Halim.

Niram just nodded his head, responding to his uncle's promise.

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Day change day. It's been a week that Niram hitchhiked in his uncle's rented house. Niram knows himself. As much as possible, he always helps Halim to do homework. While Imas, the more the day looks lazy. She always made her pregnancy an excuse not to do homework.

This afternoon, Niram asked Imas to tidy up his entire house. He was already bored with the home arrangement he had done a year ago. I want a new atmosphere for my home. Therefore, he asked Niram to move the furniture of his house.

Towards the dzuhur, Niram decided to rest for a while. Hungry from running out of energy, Niram went to the kitchen for lunch. However, it would be surprising when Niram opened the hood of saji at the dinner table. The food he cooked this morning, the ludes were not left.

"Why? Hungry?" ask Imas from the kitchen door.

Niram. He looked towards his aunt.

"The winner, dong's job! Want to see when you live in your uncle's house. Remember yes, Niram. Your uncle is already married. So he has no obligation to take care of you. Hear it!" exclaim Imas full of emphasis.

Niram did not answer. He just stepped foot into his room. Meanwhile, Imas was still faintly heard grumbling because he was annoyed at Niram's attitude that did not serve his words.

Arriving at the room, Niram splashed down on the cot. What his aunt said was true. He shouldn't be living in his uncle's family. He is an adult, old enough to work. Waiting for news of his uncle's work is not the only solution. Niram had to venture out of his comfort zone. Although the city is foreign to Niram, but he must get used to adapting to the environment and atmosphere in the metropolitan city.

Huh, I'm just like you here! I'd better get out of the house tomorrow to find a job.