The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 24: Suspicion.

Sakha invites Mesha to eat at a soto stall not far from the village office. Usually they order, then the shop owner will deliver the order to the office. But this time, because of late lunch, they decided to eat at the stall.

"Wah .. wah .. very compatible to see this," goda Mansyur, paklek owner of soto stalls.

"What the hell, Lek? It's not good that I'm the same as Mesha!" Sakha began to dismiss Mansyur's temptation shyly.

While Mesha only laughed softly in response to the joke earlier.

After spending one serving of soto and his drink, the two people returned to the village office.

"I'm going to go to the toilet for a minute, please Mas Sakha go to the room first." Mesha deflected his steps right before entering the office.

"Oh yes, Ma'am." Sakha precedes Mesha's steps towards the room where they work.

As Mesha strode towards the toilet, blindfolded, he caught a figure sluggishly walking towards the archive room. The girl stopped her steps, hiding herself as much as possible. Then he observed the figure. Soon, the same man in khaki clothes walked out of the room. In the man's hand, there was a green map.

After the figure had moved away, Mesha walked slowly towards the archive room.

"Sir, the toilet is right there!" Sakha's distinctive baritone voice surprised the girl.

"Eh, yes .. a moment Mas Sakha. Right here! There's something I just thought was weird."

"What's up, Ma'am?" sakha asked as she stood in front of Mesha.

"So I saw something suspicious, Mom. Mr. Bejo, just walked into the archive room. Weird, right?"

"Then, is it still inside?"

Mesha shook his head, answering Sakha's question.

In the end, Mesha walked quickly towards the toilet.

"Stay, Mas. This really needs to go to the toilet!" exciting Mesha.

Sakha just smiled broadly at the behavior of the girl.

The man checked into the file room, looking for anything suspicious. However, nil. Then he went back to his office.

After being relieved to finish his wish in the toilet, Mesha returned to the room where he worked. He was busy taking notes as usual, until the hour came home. Then, he waited for his father's invitation at the usual place. Sakha stops her motorbike in front of Mesha.

"Did I take you, Ma'am?" haggle over that man.

"Ng—no, thank you, Mas. I told you to pick me up" replied Mesha.

"Oh, yes, I have. Yes first, Ma'am. Be careful!"

Long enough Mesha waited, Bagas, his father. However, without realizing it, there was a man sitting on a motorcycle watching from a distance. A look of worry emerged from his sharp eyes like an eagle.

Mesha reached into his bag, looking for something. After his hand touched the object, he took it out quickly. He tried to call his father with his cell phone. But the voice of the mobile operator always says the number he is heading to is out of reach.

Mesha decided to walk home. Although the day is getting late afternoon almost surup. Unbeknownst to Mesha, Sakha, who had been observing from a distance, came closer.

"Kok walk, Mommy? You didn't pick me up?"

Mesha's steps stopped, and he turned his head.

"Eh .. Yes, Mas Sakha."

"Well, incidentally, I was through here. Uh, still see Ms. Mesha. Come on Ma'am, I'm the one who brought Mommy home."

Mesha smiled after noticing the man with the motor in front of him.

"Which may have happened to pass by, the shoes have not come off yet." Mesha spoke to himself in his heart.

Sakha waited for Mesha's answer.

"Well, is that okay, Mom?"

"Yes, Mommy. Anything, why?"

"Maybe someone's going to get jealous, is that it?"

Sakha laughed at Mesha's words, revealing a row of clean and neat teeth.

"Nothing, Ma'am. Who wants to be jealous? Ms. Mesha knows for herself, if I'm still drowning and no woman wants to be with me."

Mesha's turn to smile.

"Come, Ma'am! The hunt is getting late," sidelines Sakha.

"Well, no one wants to be the same as Sakha?" Mesha tries to break the awkwardness that is beginning to be created.

"Yes, Mommy."

"But Sister Risa if you look at Mas Sakha, you don't want to stop, Mas."

"What the hell, Ma'am?"

"Yes! Even if there are women who take care of the letters of residence in the village, must look towards Mas Sakha continues."

"Wah .. wow! That is, Ma'am Mesha is watching me continue dong?"

"Don't be so confident, Mom!" Mesha laughed as he said his last sentence.

"What about Mesha himself? Is no one jealous?"

Mesha was silent at Sakha's question. But the motorbike they were both riding on, had stopped in front of Mesha's house.

"Nothing, Mom. Thanks for the ride." With his face sluggishly bowed, Mesha walked into the house.

Feeling uneasy with Mesha's expression, Sakha got off her bike calling Mesha's name.

Mesha stopped his steps.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, if my question bothers Ms. Mesha. I don't mean ...."

Without even turning his face, Mesha said to Sakha.

"It's okay, Mom. No need to apologize. Sorry, I'm going to go in the house first.

"Ah, yes .. yes, Ma'am."

Sakha looked at Mesha's back until the girl entered the house. He then drove his motorcycle to go home. After arriving, the man threw his body over the sofa in the living room. A middle-aged woman came out to greet him.

"It's really late afternoon, Kha?"

"Yes, Mom. There was a moment's business."

"Oh, yes, I have. Change clothes first, smell!" The woman pretended to cover her nose.

Sakha laughed at her mother's throats.

"Yes, Mom. Any minute ...."

"Mother's heard that in the office there's a new employee, woman, really Kha?"

"Yes, Mom. She's the same age as Yumna. He's also ca-"

"Beautiful? Fuck up! If you want to get married, then marry, Le! Your father's pension, you can still afford your sister's college and our necessities of life, okay."

"No, Ma. Sakha wants Yumna to finish college first, let me just settle down for a housewife too and mom is happy." Sakha hugged her mother lovingly.

"Gusti, it's really bad! There, take a shower!" Ningsih put away both of her child's hands gently.

Sakha hugged the middle-aged woman again.

"Your museum, mostly on children and wives, even wong tuwek iki on the side," he lamented Ningsih.

"Wildamah! There will be time, Mom!" Sakha is still spoiled with her mother, though the mother tries to break away.

Connect ....

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Hugging : hugging.

Wong tuwek: old man.

Iki: this.

Brushed : hugged.

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