YOU'RE MY LITTLE FAIRY

Ready to Adventure

Luke stops the car in front of a futuristic white-painted two-story house.

It was one of the houses belonging to the Buwono family in Jogja.

The fence of his house is also white with beautiful vine flowers.

Just so you know, in Jogja this Buwono family has one house in each district.

"It's a good place to be, Sat. Your brother's a realtor, huh?" luke asked as soon as he put Satrio's suitcase next to the guy.

His face was admiring the house.

"No. My brother's name is Budiman." said Satrio while giggling who got a reply to a light tonjokan on his arm.

"Thanks yes" Satrio said as he extended a few pieces of red money to Luke.

"It's mostly, Bro" Lukas said as he extended back some of the bills, to Satrio.

"Take it. Let's just say I'm nitip for us snack if we meet tomorrow anytime." reject Satrio smooth.

"But this is a lot of the rest, Sat...."

"Means we can snack a few times with it. Inget, you pay tomorrow if we meet at the stall" Satrio said, pointing at the money.

"I'm a model person who can't handle money. Just take it." Satrio said when he saw Luke wanted to talk again..

"Yes already. I am your treasurer" said Luke, grinning.

"Sip! The treasurer." said Satrio while giggling.

"Well, go there. I'm gonna go in here, pegel." throw Satrio out making Luke grimace.

"Yes. I said yes, Bro." said Lukas then rushed to his car.

Luke smiled at Satrio.

How come there's such a model? Nitip money for snacks when they meet. It's a strange language. Does he always believe it to be someone else he just met?

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"Alhamdulillah Mas Satrio wis press (dah up)" said Mbak Puji as soon as he opened the front door and saw Satrio just crossing the gate.

"Hallo mbak Puji !" exclaimed Satrio when he knew ART was struggling to get to him.

"No need. Let me just take it myself." refused Satrio when mbak Puji would reach the lever of the suitcase in his hand.

"Alhamdulillah.." said Mbak Puji while giggling.

"Don't have any food?" satrio asked while looking down at Mbak Puji who was walking beside him.

For some reason, since he was Junior High, Satrio felt like Puji was getting shorter.

Look at it now, he's only as good as Satrio's shoulder.

Don't-don't Praise less nutrition, so get stanting, wkwkwk.....

"Had dong......I've cooked scrambled, fried tempeh, same make sambel." replied Mbak Puji who immediately got a warm hug gift from Satrio on his shoulder.

It was Satrio's favorite menu when cooking mbak Puji.

"Makeup!!" satrio said cheerfully.

"What do you want to take a shower for?" mbak Puji asked as soon as Satrio had reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Eat doooong! I ride on the suitcase and go straight down to eat" said Satrio who got a thumbs up from mbak Puji.

Mbak Puji has been taking care of this house since ten years ago, when this house is finished in the wake. Hence he was already familiar with these Buwono family children, let alone basically the two princes of the Buwono family, satrio and Wira - Satrio's younger brother and only sibling - are easy-going and somewhat rancid people.

"Do you want to wait, Mom? I want to buy dawet." hail Mbak Puji when Satrio just put his ass in the dining chair.

"Can. Two." said Satrio without hesitation.

"Wear brown sugar or white sugar?" mbak Puji asked as Satrio had just bribed his meal.

"Red white." answered Satrio quickly.

Ma'am Puji looked at Satrio confusedly.

"Why?" satrio asked in astonishment with that puzzled look.

"That means one red one white, or one sugar chalet mixed with brown sugar the same as white sugar?" ask Ma'am Puji.

"One dawet pack brown sugar, one dawet pack white sugar. Understood?" tanya Satrio while looking at Ma'am Puji get anxious.

It feels like I want to pok pok kip Mbak Puji using a fork know that anyway?

"OK, Boss!" mbak Puji replied with a shy laugh then a little busy with his phone.

"Pesen wear ojol?" ask Satrio.

"Yes. Males wants to go out, panasss." replied Mbak Puji while grimacing.

"How much do you plan?" satrio then went back to chewing his food.

"Two thousand. But I paid, Mom. Just sanguy. Think of it as my welcome drink to you" said Mbak Puji with a laugh.

"Sip! That's often the case." said Satrio, laughing.

"If the drought can knock me. You ask for double snacks continue." replied Mbak Puji with a pouted face. Satrio just grimaced not caring.

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This bike arrived first in Jogja two days ago.

This afternoon, after taking an afternoon shower and to enjoy this beautiful afternoon, he chose to check the route to his prospective office so that tomorrow there is no confusion.

From the pinter map on his phone, he saw that it would take him forty minutes to reach his target.

A fairly long journey that he will take every day.

A smile was engraved on his lips.

I'm gonna start my adventure, Pa, her inner whisper.

After shouting for a farewell to Mbak Puji, Satrio began to run his bike at moderate speed only because his main intention was to enjoy the afternoon calmly.

Ship one by one places that he considered important along the route of the house to the office, such as gas stations, motor workshops, and minimarkets.

As noted in the pinter map, about forty minutes at the speed of a standard motor, the, Satrio is already across from a walled factory building and is flying in old ash with gold inscriptions JONGGRANG FURNITURE printed clearly attached along the walls of the factory building, on the side of the gate that is tightly closed.

Satrio smiled in his heart.

Somehow there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart considering tomorrow he would enter that gate as a new employee.

Will come to make a living whether with how many employees behind that gate.

But there was also pride in his heart in himself.

This was the first time he would work to support himself.

Being late? Mabe....

But it's no problem for Satrio.

Better late than never starting at all, right????

With a small smile Satrio photographed as good as possible the front area of the factory.

He showed the gate and the name of his company, then sent it to his mother with a "please pray. From tomorrow I will make a living in this place, Ma 😊💪."

Ms. Katarina who was sitting down peeling oranges next to her husband immediately looked at the phone in front of her that just sounded a notification of incoming messages.

After reaching out the peeled orange to her husband, the tomboy-looking middle-aged woman rushed to reach for her phone.

"Satrio sent a photo of his office, Pa." he said happily even though his eyes were glazed over.

There is a newness of pride but also pity for his son that he is feeling right now.

The crown prince of a multi-national class pharmaceutical entrepreneur instead had to work in someone else's company as an ordinary office employee.

But he was proud, his son did not complain especially to refuse the 'test' from his father. Satrio even asked for his prayers for the smooth running of his first job.

Ms. Katarina had shed her tears when Mr. Susilo also looked at the photo sent by her eldest son.

A smile proudly adorns his lips even though it is very thin.

"Can she work, Pa? What if he gets yelled at by his boss?" asked Miss Katarina worriedly.

"Most he turned back." replied Mr. Susilo zantai while chewing an orange.

"Can you get fired dong?!" exclaim Miss Katarina.

"He is old. Know attitude too. And remember, he's a man" said Mr. Susilo with a warning look at his wife who always thought their children were still like kindergarten boys who did not understand the world.

"Papa try to check that the company really does not." pinta Bu Katarina with a pushy tone.

"Make what?" ask Mr. Susilo ogah-ogahan.

"Let us know that Mas works in a bona fide company. Let us be sure his condition is guaranteed safe with his salary" said Bu Katarina explained with half an emotion.

"He still receives fifty million each month from us. Be safe if his life is normal like an employee, with back up funds so much" said Mr. Susilo relaxed.

"Where can he make enough money for a month? All this time he had at least two hundred million ends." said Bu Katarina still with emotion.

"That's because he plays it in expensive places. Eat in expensive places, shop in expensive places." said Mr. Susilo.

"We agreed on this, Ma. Let him know the reality of life there, let him mature emotionally and mindfully. We have to prepare for that. I even want him to be locked in there, let him know, life is not as easy as a draw card from the fold of the wallet" said Mr. Susilo who only got a slow snort from his wife.

Yeah, he understands that well-meaning. But as a mother, it does not feel like letting her child alone enter a world that is foreign and completely new to her.

"He's just in there. We can tengokin four and five times a day if we want. No need to be lebay." said Mr. Susilo while smiling wryly at his wife.

"You don't love a child" grumbled Miss Katarina with her face bent.

"But I love you. Banget." whispered Mr. Susilo then peeked his cheek quickly.

"But!!!" exclaimed Bu Katarina annoyed then rushed to her feet and stepped away.

"Ma, why am I being left behind? I love you, Ma!" shouted Mr. Susilo while laughing mischievously.

"Mbuh !" shouts Miss Katarina even though her cheeks are blushing too.

Ah, you see, old crocodiles don't know themselves.

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