The River House

XII. The disappearance of the refrigerator

The sun began to sink at the foot of the hill. Leaves a reddish color among the thin white clouds in the sky. Dusk comes along with the sweat and the hunting breath.

Inge rested his head on Erwin's chest which was full of fine fur. Their bodies were covered in only one thick polycadot-patterned blanket. Erwin opened the maroon red book in his hand. The third book by Rich Man. A fictional book called 'Masked family'.

"What makes you like Zainul Rich Man's work?" Inge asked as she gently stroked Erwin's unique chin hemisphere.

"Imagination and its magical powers. Every time I read the book, it's somehow like I'm in the story. I was like being hit by magic, when the 'me' character in the angry story I could feel his anger. I don't know," said Erwin, his mind drifting away.

"For people who have never read the book, maybe it feels excessive, yes" Inge continued.

"Sometimes I believe that the story written here is not a fictional story. I became curious and eager to meet Zainul Rikhman," continued Erwin gebu gebu. Inge mangosteen mangosteen agrees.

Tok tok tok tok

Suddenly the door of the room was knocked from outside. Erwin and Inge gasped, shocked not to stumble. Their bodies were covered in a blanket. Clothes and pants were still on the floor.

"Who?" Erwin asked doubtfully. Inge hugged the blanket tightly on his chest. The momentary silent atmosphere. Erwin and Inge exchanged glances in the fleeting silence that felt so long.

"I'm sorry, Son Erwin and everyone is being asked to go to the main house. The meal was ready" said the voice of the father, who was none other than Mr. Nyoto. The voice sounded doubtful, perhaps afraid of disturbing.

"Ah yes Sir. Good. Thank you," answered Erwin in a brick.

No more answers from Mr. Nyoto. The mood was silent again. Erwin sighed softly. His feelings were mixed, like a thief that was almost caught.

"Let's go to the main house. Not good with Mbak Anggun and Mas Ferry," Erwin invited.

But Inge apparently had other plans. He grabbed Erwin's arm that was about to stand up, dragging him back to the bed. Erwin lost his balance and fell on his bed.

"Hey hey," Erwin was about to protest. However, Inge immediately embraced and overpowered him.

"One more time" Inge said with a mischievous smile. Erwin has no power to refuse.

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The aroma of Mak Surti's cooking burst out in the air. There were several types of dishes prepared by him. While Ms. Rofida sits next to the refrigerator while watching Miko's adorable behavior.

"When ya Mak I have a grandson," Bu Rofida sighed harshly. Her eyes and face looked disappointed.

"Prophey Mistress. Mr. Ferry and Mrs Anggun are still young, maybe still want to enjoy the good times like newlyweds," said Mak Surti kalem.

"What yes? I'm worried, don't don't don't don't the Grace can't give me a grandchild. Just look at the physical weak, flabby, sick," continued Bu Rofida ketus.

"Angun Madam had checked with the doctor and the results were healthy, Madam. Maybe not yet windfall Mistress, be patient," Mak Surti calmed down.

"Sok knows you're Suurr. I'm getting older Surti. Before I die, I want to hold a grandchild first. If Ferry doesn't have children soon, I'm hunting decrepit to know. If you wait for Vivi to marry, it is still a long time. The boy was mostly choosy. He wants a handsome, rich, successful businessman. Yes difficult, wong she is less beautiful that," continued Bu Rofida grumbled.

"Ihh, so I'm not pretty Bukk?" Vivi was standing behind Ms. Rofida. Mak Surti closed his mouth holding back a laugh.

"Yes, but still losing is the same as Anggun Ma'am. Every time I bring a guy home, everyone glances at Anggun. What's so great about that sick woman?" Vivi vented her frustration.

"Huussa! Don't be hard," Miss Rofida glared.

"Why we moved here yesterday Buukk. It's better in the old house, in the middle of the city, ahhh," Vivi stomped her legs.

"Yes, I want to see your new home. After all, the mother from the baby was already living in the middle of the city. Before aging at least Ibuk wants to feel the feeling of living in the countryside," replied Bu Rofida berasalan.

With a pouting mouth Vivi opened the fridge. He saw the contents inside. A moment later, his face looked irritated.

"Who took my chocolate biscuits?" Vivi glared towards Mak Surti.

"I'm not Non. I don't know" replied Mak Surti quickly.

"Surely this is Miko," Vivi this time pointed her index finger at a toddler who did not know what.

"No Non, Miko never open the refrigerator alone Non," Mak Surti began to fear.

"That's Vi. Besides, don't eat too much chocolate, then your face is spotty again anyway," Ms. Rofida tried to calm down.

"But it's Buukk. There's a lot of chocolate, cook not a single one!" Vivi whining.

"Or don't be left behind in the old house. Yesterday no laughter," Ms. Rofida stroked the back of her daughter's hand.

"Au ah's. It's all because of my mom too. Why also we move to the middle of the kayak gini forest. We get to know the wild boar every day. When dong I can get to know a handsome guy like this teruuss," Vivi melengos go. He walked upstairs with his legs pounded hard.

"Well, who's that kid? girls are rude," muttered Bu Rofida.

"Anu Madam, actually there is something strange," said Mak Surti. His expression was a little confused.

"What's so weird, Mak?" Ask Bu Rofida curiously.

"I was eating food this morning. I remember very well the supply of whole chicken meat there are still 5 tails. However, this afternoon I want to cook only 3 left in the freezer" explained Mak Surti.

"Is it possible to cook equally gracefully?" Ask Ms. Rofida.

"No Madam. As far as I know, Madam Anggun just ate toast this afternoon. And there's no trace of the meat in the cook anyway. Anyway the meat is gone madam. I'm afraid Non Vivi's chocolate biscuits are also gone with the chicken Madam" Mak Surti half whispered.

"Lha keep going, who's taking? Erwin's? There's just one," Miss Rofida smiled.

"Anu Madam, what if there is a subtle creature that takes Madam? This house is in the middle of the forest. If I say my mbah first, where kayak gini called her 'wingit' Madam," Mak Surti rubbed his nape which began to feel cold.

"Ha ha ha. .ow is Surtiii surtiii, where is there a demon of chocolate like chicken meat? You are if you talk about logic, do not use lo crazy. .ha ha ha ha," Bu Rofida chuckled. His laughter broke, sounding hoarse. The old woman was content to laugh at her maid's innocence that afternoon.

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