THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE
TPDD 32 (Iqbal)



In his room Iqbal was still thinking about what Aleta was asking. He was also very disturbed by Aleta's gaze when he saw her and admired her body. Iqbal who was lying down got up and took off his shirt. Then he reflected on the one-door wardrobe where there was a large mirror almost as wide as the closet door.


Iqbal looked at his own body in the mirror, rubbing, moving the movement to the right and to the left like a bodybuilder. His proud smile was too. How proud he was of the healthy body he had.


"A city girl fell in love when she saw my body. What else is a village girl. They're really stupid to look into the eyes of a guy as cool as me?" proud muttered.


While Iqbal was still preoccupied with praising himself in front of the mirror, he heard someone knocking on the door and calling his name. Iqbal replied and immediately put his shirt back on before opening the door.


"What's up, Ma'am?" Iqbal asked as soon as he opened the door and saw who had knocked on his door. Ma'am Inah's.


"Called the lady. Waiting in the middle room," said Mbak Inah.


"Oh, well, Ma'am," replied Iqbal and he immediately went out of the room and continued walking a little quickly to meet his employer.


"Mrs Night. She said the madam needs to be with me?" Iqbal asked as soon as he reached the living room where his master was waiting.


"Sit down, Bal. I just want to ask you a few things, "the Madam named Amanda replied very kindly.


Iqbal immediately sat down on the opposite seat and faced off against the great mistress of this house.


"Where is work here? A year?" the first question was thrown from the lips of the woman aged about forty-six years.


"Until now at home, Nyah." replied Iqbal politely and honestly.


Amanda also reviewed the smile and then the Madam again threw questions about work and Iqbal answered it slowly but confidently to make Amanda feel happy.


After throwing questions about work and also some things related to Iqbal's personal life, now the next question changes the topic, which is around the activities of Amanda's youngest child, Karin.


Iqbal Rada was astonished when the Lady threw a question about Karin. But in fact this is what Karin complained about, her parents like they did not put their trust in her.


"Are you sure of everything you say?" ask Amanda. From his question he still harbored doubts with the answer Iqbal gave.


"Of course sure, Madam. That's what happened during my time accompanying Miss Karin all day." Iqbal replied with confidence.


Again, it's just the mangosteen Amanda did. Judging from the look on her face, it seemed like Amanda was thinking about something.


Once enough was felt, Amanda told Iqbal to tell Mbak Inah to prepare dinner, while Amanda went to her room to call her husband.


Without them both knowing, in some stairs that connect the upper and lower floors. A girl smiled when she overheard a conversation between Mom and her new driver. He who was indeed about to go down and look for Iqbal, immediately undo his intentions when he heard the conversation. The girl also undoes her intentions and chooses to return to the room with a very cheerful feeling.


Meanwhile, in her room, Amanda immediately told me what she got after talking to the driver. Amanda's husband who is familiarly called Mr. Martin also listened to his wife's story carefully.


"Yes if that is true, we should be grateful dong, Mih. Means Karin recalls all our words, "reply with her husband while closing his laptop and putting it on the right side of his bed.


"Yes, Pih, Mamih is very happy that Karin follows our words. But Mamih is afraid she's teaming up with her new driver, Pih." Amanda's great-grandson.


"How to cooperate? A new person a day of work, when did he dare to do that kayak? Don't think too badly. By myself, he looks like an honest kid?" hatch Martin. He had not understood his wife's own way of thinking since these past few months.


"But, Pih?"


"But what, Mih? Gini aja deh, we ask Iqbal to ngetes if Karin is still a seal or not, how?"


"What!"


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