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meet the idol

After quite a while, Eric and Aletaa finally came out of the shower. "It turns out old school is difficult." lamented Eric, his knees are sore because too long squat, his pants are also wet because the clutter is difficult.

Aletaa could only hold back her laughter. This is how the Sultan enters the village. The two of them continued to walk towards Dila, it appeared that the pregnant woman was being shaded under a banana tree not far from the shower.

"Sir Eric wet pants?" said Dila when he realized Eric's pants wet with his parts.

"You're used to wearing a gini-rich watch*an?." Eric asked back, so great are the people in the village. Sultan aja keder wear their jam*an. But how strange, when the villagers come to the city, they are not too difficult to follow the way of life of the city people, for example Aletaa.

"The name is also kampung pak people, we are more likely to follow the hereditary tradition of our ancestors, this shower is just one of the many local diaripan in the village." explained Dila.

Eric just nodded.

"Oh yes, Aletaa ma'am forgive my grandmother said yes, she was just kidding mom, instead she prayed for a healthy baby mother until the birth time later." continued Dila.

Aletaa. "What's wrong, I'm relieved to hear that." said Aletaa. The girl was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, her worries for no reason.

"But why does he know my grandfather's name?, when it's been almost 10 years grandfather never again appeared in the media." said Eric confused.

"I don't understand, but my grandmother said, he and Mr. Willy were close friends during the school era." said Dila.

Eric thought for a moment, the man knew very well who his grandfather's childhood friends were, from farmers to officials, Eric knew everything. But why did this grandma say she was also grandpa's friend, if she was, Eric would have known from the beginning.

While still in thinking mode, suddenly Eric's stomach went back to heartburn. "We go back to the clinic, I want to be checked by Mr. Mantri, it looks like it's diarrhea" Eric said as his hand grabbed Aletaa's arm to get out of the place.

Aletaa could only follow in the footsteps of her husband, Dila was also seen following the couple from behind.

It is only fitting that the sultan withdraws.

After arriving near the stall owned by Dila's father, Eric again ran closer to the general wc which was right next to the clinic.

Dila and Aletaa could only shake their heads while occasionally laughing together. Both stopped in front of Dila's father's shop and sat in the wooden chair there.

"Sir thanks for bringing Eric home." cried Dila to his father.

The owner of the stall who seemed to be tidying up some cardboard immediately fell silent. It felt from earlier he did not see or deliver a man named Eric to his daughter's house.

"Who is Eric?." said the father of the shop owner.

"Dad, ituloh sir Eric a successful businessman who likes to go to TV, this is his wife" said Dila while pointing to Aletaa who was sitting next to him.

The father seemed to spread his gaze toward Aletaa. "This is the first one this morning, right?. If this is Mr. Eric's wife, then" the man is at a loss for words because he's too happy. A jajan sultan in his reod?. Even his wife ate the rice from his father's cooking. What dream is this?.

The owner of the shop immediately approached Aletaa. "I'm a big fan of your husband, sorry for not knowing you from the beginning. Now where is Mr Eric?." exclaimed the father.

"My husband is in the bathroom." said Aletaa.

The old man's face seemed radiant, it was unexpected that he could meet the idol. Although his vision had begun to blur, his hearing clearly remembered Eric's voice.

But something stuck a little in his mind. Eric's voice sounded different than usual, Eric's voice which usually sounded loud and a little heavy, this morning his voice sounded hoarse like the sound of a chicken.