YOU'RE MY LITTLE FAIRY
Who knows a soul mate
Adisty Kamila Putri rushed past from the sight of the guy who was trying to remember something.
Before the man remembered and might return his abuse the other day at the park, he hurried to leave the man after thanking him and hoping not to see him again the next day.
At least not anytime soon.
Tristan was calm in her arms behind her veil that had been soaked with rain and sewer water.
"Tomorrow don't be naughty. If you just drifted away, how could you not help?" muttered Adis - his daily call - with a sense of worry.
"Me, Ma?" mbak Yanti's voice confronted him at the door of the house.
"Meet. Gutting up the sewer." Adis replied then pulled Tristan out from behind her hijab and handed it to Mbak Yanti.
"Yes ibuuun. Brother Adis nolongin he's gouging the gutter too?" ask Mbak Yanti.
"Help that guy. He's clumping under the castings that make the gutter cover. Fortunately, there were people passing by who wanted to stop. Nolongin kicked her out of there." said Adis while remembering the confused and curious face of the man
"People are complex here too, Ma'am?" ask Mbak Yanti curious.
Adis just shrugged her shoulders.
"It should have been Ma'am Adis asked, which address in the block" said Mbak Yanti.
"Make what?" tanya Adis did not understand.
"Can be sent a cake made by Adis as a thank you." replied Mbak Yanti.
Yes also yes..the man was willing to rain for Nolongin Tristan.
"Please, Ma'am. In the cold and then give milk. I'm gonna take a shower first. After the sewer water toy, later the hunt was discovered by Mother, scolded." said Adis with eyes glancing humor.
When in fact it was just an attempt to get rid of a little guilt in his heart - which suddenly appeared - on the guy.
"Ready, Ma'am." replied Mbak Yanti eagerly accepting Tristan who curled up cold.
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"Astagfirullah, Mas.lha really raining....Didn't bring the mantrol (raincoat)?" mbak Puji asked when he saw Satrio enter the garage with a soaking wet and sneaker hanging on the handlebars of the motorbike.
"Bring." replied Satrio santuy.
"Why not dipake? Where is the check again." asked Mbak Puji followed Satrio in through the garage door that penetrated into the kitchen.
He walked quickly to the spot where the mop was located and grabbed it and followed behind Satrio.
"Simple make it." replied Satrio while still walking towards the stairs to the second floor, where his room was.
"Not perfect? The rain is directly byuuuk it po?" mbak Puji asked still trailing behind Satrio by playing the mop in his hand.
Mopping water droplets from Satrio's soaking wet shirt.
"Ho o." replied Satrio imitate the style of Luke if you want to answer YES.
"Lha kok sepet dislodged shoes goods (also-Javanese language)?" tanya Mbak Puji has not stopped asking.
"There's a water toy in the gutter" Satrio replied as he turned to Mbak Puji, as his feet began to step on the first steps.
"Astagfirulah..... Like a kid you tuuuuu" said Mbak Puji while shaking his head did not understand.
"Don't report to my mother if I play rain" said Satrio with a style of compassion, making Mbak Puji laugh.
"Depending on the money to keep his mouth shut is not.." said Mbak Puji while chuckling.
"Cemban" said Satrio ngasal, still with a quick step to catch the stairs and mbak Puji who continued to follow him.
"But! Cheap is my mouth." murmur mbak Puji.
"Ijo deh...ijo.." bargained Satrio again to call the paper money twenty thousand once in front of the door of his room.
"Mmmmmm. It's good to be able to pay for arisan tomorrow" said Mbak Puji with a smile after pretending to think.
"Basar matre..." murmured Satrio while turning the door handle, who only got a reply giggling Mbak Puji who of course did not take heart Satrio speech.
His young master was fond of pedes, but he was already immune from the start.
After all, the bad talk is just a joke.
The young master is really good. I love the money coming.
"Don't make the noodles boiled, Mas?" hag Mbak Puji when one step Satrio has stepped on the floor of the room and is still followed by Mbak Puji with his mop stick.
"No more money keep your mouth shut" Satrio said in a threatening tone.
"Iyaaaa." said Mbak Prapti while laughing.
"Mi kuah dua, use egg two, mustard, and do not need to use lombok (cabe)." Satrio request before stepping into the bathroom and Mbak Puji will not follow him again.
"Siaaap." said Mbak Puji who had stepped back to the door of the room.
His mind floated back to the cat's mother.
The sweet face is a bit judes but has beautiful lips and pretty eyebrows just keep dancing around her head.
"Why didn't you meet up anyway?" muttered Satrio regretfully.
But then her smile came out.
At least he knows where the girls live.
Not far from the park.
Alright, Satrio plans to sharpen his eyes more if he is in the park area.
Who knows, he'll see the girl come out of a house in the area.
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"My master is a bit feverish." Yanti said while receiving a bowl of jumbo meatballs from Mbak Puji.
Today is the first Sunday of the month. The schedule of ART complex arisan and mass ghibah.
Usually they are served in food stalls around the complex only, so if there is a sudden call of duty from their employer, not too long back.
"My boss too. Earlier this morning WA asked to buy chicken porridge because the client was severe, so did not dare to go out of the room. The flu is heavy." said Mbak Puji tells Satrio who from last night had a fever and suffered alone in his home.
Fortunately the P3K box at home, the drugs are complete. So Satrio does not bother having to find a cure for fever and flu.
"What's your boss' name, ma'am? The one with the white sports bike, right?" ask Lia, ART whose employer's house is six houses away from Satrio's house.
"Mas Satrio." replied Mbak Puji who got the nod from his friends.
"Cakep is the guy. But it's kind of weird, Ma'am?" ask Lia again to Mbkak Puji who is chewing chicken soto.
"Yes. Kinda cute. But he's nice. Loma (loving, Javanese)" said Mbak Puji proud of his young employer.
"Oh, if you use a white, high, saucy sport bike, it's like a good person. I love to eat cats. I often see him feeding cats when it's right in the park. Sometimes squirming he stopped on the side of the road also just to feed the cat. I think he brought a bag to bring cat food." said Nur, the most beautiful ART in the complex.
"He keeps a lot of cats at home?" ask Lia to Ma'am Puji.
"No. He doesn't do anything at home. But it always buys a sack of cat food for him to feed the cat in the streets. Her bag was a jar filled with cat food. I fill those jars at home." said Mbak Puji.
"It seems to fit the same Ma'am Adis. Just like cats." said Mbak Yanti with a smile.
"Abak Adis already know the same mas Satrio?" asked Fatim, who had just listened to a conversation with some other friends.
Fatim's ART whose master's house is opposite Satrio's house.
"I guess not yet. Know for yourself Mbak Adis like how the person if the same guy. Cold, judes. Though Mbak Adis is really good people. Aren't you?" asked Mbak Yanti to ask for approval about the kindness of her employer to her colleagues.
"Yes.." replied his friends agreed because they all knew Adis' kindness and friendliness.
But the friendliness and warm attitude Adis only for fellow women.
But with the men, he'll be indifferent and put on a judes face.
"Yesterday the rain is very much yes." chirped Nur diverted the topic of conversation.
"Yes. Even Tristan ran out Samapi mbak Adis loud rain. He got wet home. Says Ma'am Adis, Tristan plumb sewer. Fortunately someone helped nolongin." Mbak Yanti's story.
"Who is nolongin? Edi?" asked Lia while mentioning the name of the complex security guard.
"Perhaps not. Mbak Adis does not know kok." replied Mbak Yanti.
"Yesterday Mas Satrio told him he was raining playing in the gutter. Don't-don't he who nolongin Mbak Adis." alleged Mbak Puji who made all the eyes of the ART there sparkle with hope.
They seem to wait for a story to be created because of the rain yesterday.
"They're sick today" Lia said with a chuckle.
"Woaaaaaah.." said Mbak Yanti and Mbak Puji together.
"Don't jump your heights. Adis juteknya ma'am like that. Where do you want Mas Satrionya the same jutek girl." said Mbak Dar who from earlier was cool snacking on fried beans with a cold tone.
Ma'am Dar is the senior ART at this complex. The oldest is also his age. It's head five. But still nimble. He's the best at talking.
"What are we doing?" mbak Yanti asked half a murmur.
"I know, you guys wish they were a match, right?" guess Mbak Dar while staring at Mbak Yanti and Mbak Puji.
"Yes who knows a soul mate right.." said Mbak Puji slowly.
"Mbak Adis is difficult if he judges continue to be so. Does he want to be alone forever?" mbak Dar said sharply, making them all speechless and just staring at each other.
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