The Stupid Shaft

THE SANJAYA MANSION

"Sit, Ta." Bu Rika invites Deta to sit down as they enter the living room of the Sanjaya family mansion.

'Is this a sofa or a bed? So big!

My bed in the house is not this big.' Deta sat down when he looked at the sofa with a high back.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm here to work ...," Deta hesitated to continue her sentence for fear of offending Rika's mom.

'If Ms. Rika gets offended, I can be fired before I even start work. Haha ....'

Ms. Rika smiled then sat down on the sofa she had asked Deta to sit on.

"If people want to work, can't sit?" Ms. Rika's question cannot be answered by Deta. And without asking Deta was sitting next to Rika's mom.

Deta could not sit quietly. He continued to shift his body, changing his sitting position. His eyes also continued to look around. A large cupboard made of glass caught the attention of Deta. There are many collections made of ceramics and porcelain in them.

'If I break just one thing. It could be that I worked rodi for a year here.' Horror filled the mind of Deta.

"That doesn't need to be cleaned, Ta. Someone else will take care of it." Miss Rika can read the mind of Deta.

Deta smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. 'My salary is safe.'

"Later your task of cleaning, such as sweeping and mopping the floor. If by any chance there are dirty dishes please clean them, yes. You can, right?" Question bu Rika stopped the activity Deta observing the living room of the big house Sanjaya.

"Eh, yes sorry, Mom. I can, Mom." A bland smile and a polite nod solidified Deta's readiness.

"That's my son-in-law's same son." Bu Rica pointed to a large frame attached to the room .

In the frame there is a wedding photo with a couple of brides and their parents. Next to the bride is the figure of Miss Rika and next to the groom is a middle-aged man . He still looks good even though his hair is starting to turn white. Yes, that's Rika's husband. The great lord of Sanjaya. Mr. Firman Sanjaya.

"I'm sorry, Mom, a boy's mother?" ask Deta after observing the portrait that bu Rika means. Bu Rika smiled then shook her head.

"That's Yoga, my daughter-in-law. My daughter whose name is Refita." obviously Rika's mom looked back at her daughter's portrait.

Like there is sadness. But Deta didn't have the courage to ask.

***

'Who was that woman? Why was I so upset when he rejected me?'

'Shit!!!' ricky Umpat.

Ricky closes his laptop, annoyed that he cannot concentrate because of the girl who refused his help earlier.

Ricky kept thinking who the girl was. His behavior is so strange and even stranger that Ricky feels strange with his own feelings .

Ricky laid his body on the bed. Trying to close his eyes. But I can't.

'Oh!!! My stomach is hungry!!!'

grunts Ricky .

He slid his feet off the bed. But as he was about to open the door he heard his mother walking through his room with someone.

'Don't - don't be that woman**!'

Ricky continues to hold the handle of his room door, his heart wants to take him out and make sure who the girl he met earlier. The logic refused.

'Shit!!! Shit man!!! Shit man!!!

Soon there was a laugh of Rika's mother amid Ricky's worries in her room .

***

"Don't clean this room if there are residents**!"

Rika's warnings and laughter continued to ring in Deta's ears as they walked through a bedroom door. Ricky's Room.

A room that faces directly to the family room with a large and high door. Among all the rooms in the house was Ricky's tightly shut bedroom door.

"This is Fita's room, but she rarely comes. So, it doesn't have to be cleaned too often." An equally large door in each room opened.

It looks like a big room with big furniture. Some collections of bags and shoes neatly arranged in one corner of the room. It was clear that the bedroom belonged to a woman.

Bu Rica smiled at the astonishment of Deta. 'This kid is so innocent.'

'In this house everything is big. Is that what's in the closet? Did her daughter bu Rika open a boutique???' Again the soul of poverty Deta trembled.

"We're chatting in the back garden, yuk!" Deta gasped as Rika grabbed her hand.

Deta followed Rika's mom walking. Once again entering the middle of the house to go to the place where mom Rika meant.

***

The sound of water feels very cold in the ears. There is a small pond in the corner of the park that looks very beautiful and clean.

There were some fish swimming around in the pond. Across the pool there is also a cottage to relax. Shady trees that are trimmed neatly also add shade to the atmosphere in the garden behind this Sanjaya house.

"Sorry, ma'am, how many servants are there in this house?" Deta was very curious because from the beginning he entered this house all the rooms look clean and tidy.

"There's no waitress here."

Deta was surprised to hear Rika's reply. 'Then, who cleaned this house**?'

"In this house there is only me and my husband. We were rarely at home, more time outdoors. To clean the house I hired a cleaning service. And my two children, they're busy working so they rarely go home." Bu Rika smiled then continued her words. "Ah, I forgot something. Ricky comes home every day but even then when it's late and will go to work early." Bu Rika looked at Deta who looked still confused.

"Ricky was my youngest child." explained Bu Rika just as Deta was about to open her mouth to ask.

Deta just smiled and nodded politely. But there was one thing that kept bothering him ever since he entered this house.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I only saw pictures of the mother's daughter with her husband. I don't see a single photo of a mother's son." Curiosity managed to drive out the fear of Deta to ask.

"Ricky doesn't like photos, Ta. And he doesn't like being a spectacle either."

Bu Rika was seen holding back a laugh when she saw Deta's surprised expression.

'There are people who think like that???'

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