THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

TPDD 6'S

Like the two previous friends, Iqbal is now also at the home of his prospective employer. True said Mr. Budi, their workplaces are separate but still a complex. It's true, just a different block. The distance is not too far either. Jamal's employer's house is in block A, while Rizal's employer in block D and Iqbal is now in Block F's house.

Iqbal's eyes glared, sweeping each side of the living room. Many times a sense of amazement was present from within his heart seeing how luxurious and grand this house was. When compared, the living room of this house is the same as the living room, the living room and the two rooms of the Iqbal house. The young man only shook his head as the contents of his head imagined it all.

"If this was my house, surely the girls have been waiting for their turn to ask in love." muttered Iqbal while grinning. Of the three youths, Iqbal's hallucination rate was indeed the highest. Especially about dating.

While Iqbal was enjoying his hallucinations, Iqbal's round eyes were startled by the arrival of three women from the inner house. It is certain that the three women are the mother and daughter of his daughter. That was what Iqbal had guessed in his own heart.

For a moment Iqbal was stunned by what he saw. His eyes reluctantly blinked as he looked at the appearance of the two young-looking women behind the middle-aged woman. The sight presented made the breath of Iqbal suddenly roaring great. How does Iqbal not churn if in front of him there are two beautiful women wearing super short pants and super tight and open top clothes on the stomach. This is really the first real sight Iqbal witnessed in front of him.

"Are you going to work here as a driver? Who recommended was wus drive a car steering course?" asked the middle-aged woman gently yet without a smile.

"Yes, Madam." replied Iqbal softly and seemed polite.

"Wow! Brondong, Mih." said one of the young women whose hair was tied in a ponytail.

"Hush you guys, he's Karin's ration." the woman called Mamih replied.

"Yes know, Mih. We also have a prospective husband," replied the other woman whose hair was draped with a length of a boat.

The mistress who had momentarily looked at her two daughters also returned to look at Iqbal. While Iqbal, his heart was confused by the words of the mistress. I do not know what the meaning of the words of the mistress who said that she was a ration for a woman named Karin. Who's Karin? Is his son too? Iqbal asked.

"Whose name are you?" ask the lady.

"Iqbal, Madam."

"good. Iqbal, your job will be to take my third child wherever he goes and report to me. And please, here I ask for your cooperation and honesty in carrying out what I am assigned, understand." said the madam firmly and authoritatively but still graceful.

"Your core task is that. Accompany my son everywhere and watch him. For other task tasks, later you can ask Mbok Inah only." explained the nyonyah.

And at the same time, two men entered from the main door. A middle-aged man and a young woman were walking behind the man. Their eyes were immediately fixed on a young man who was sitting in the guest chair and looking at them as well.

"What's this, Mih? How about gathering?" ask the middle-aged man who turns out to be the husband of the mistress.

"This is pih, the man who works for ngawasin Karin. Let him not be wrong again," replied the madam. Iqbal saluted by nodding his head once.

"That's my son Karin. From tomorrow you will escort and supervise her activities" continued the madam. While the boy named Karin looks at the parents with a look of dislike.

"No need to protest, just follow what Mamih said" said the brother loudly.

"It's all for your own good, too" said the other brother.

Karin was silent. Without going against her sister said. The woman immediately left the living room for her room. His face was filled with anger that he was holding back.

Iqbal who witnessed it all was increasingly curious. I don't know what's going on in this house. But judging from the attitude of his two brothers, it seems that something has happened to the woman named Karin. Moreover, the task given, the more Iqbal wondered what problem in this house?

"Yes, mending you rest first, let Mbok Inah show you your room."

"Okay, ma'am, thank you."

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