YOU'RE MY LITTLE FAIRY

Idaman Widuri Guys

Satrio opened the incoming notification from mobile banking on his phone.

His small smile expands to see the seven-digit nominal that just went into his account number almost dawned at the beginning of the new month.

Still smiling, he sent a screenshot of the notification to his mother's phone number with the caption 'First look, what would Mas jujanin, Ma? 😅😀🙈"

Satrio sure, when tomorrow his mother read the message would be excited to ask his condition and could-be he asked to go home to Jakarta.

Satrio was gamang with the nominal he received after a month of being a corporate slave.

Not five million a month. And he should be able to live with that kind of money.

But after a moment of pondering, a wide smile rose on his face.

He hurried to open the long white envelope containing the money in his bedroom desk drawer..

Count the rest of the money in the envelope.

One million six hundred thousand.

Satrio gaped in disbelief with the rest of the money in the envelope.

"Crazy! I can also live an efficient life." he muttered happily immeasurably.

He was like he had just won a race. Joyful and relieved.

Since the first day of setting foot in Jogja a month ago, Satrio deliberately kept the money of five million each in two envelopes.

He would experiment with that ten million dollars in the next month's life.

He wants to know how much he will spend a month with life style as an ordinary employee whose life agenda is only work and sometimes hang out at a burjo stall or instant noodle stall with Lukas after work.

There is no mall and no agenda at all.

And that certainly became a great achievement in the reform of his life style.

And even more amazing, two envelopes containing five millions only used one envelope, and still one point six million.

"Wooowww!" exclaim Satrio jubilant.

Maybe his whole life, only now he lives by spending money only three point four million a month.

Amazingly.

Satrio smiled happily.

It means he can live on his salary.

"Can!" muttered Satrio optimistically, cheering himself on.

But that optimism eased as he enjoyed chicken noodles - which he ordered online because it was raining that afternoon - as his lunch menu with Mr. Cahyo and Widuri at their respective desks.

The small talk of Mr. Cahyo and Widuri made it seem as if it had just been realized that the needs of life are not just eating.

"Young date, same menu. Menu of a million people. Chicken noodles have." seloroh Widuri while opening the plastic bag wrapping the chicken noodles then pour the contents into the plate.

Mr. Cahyo just chuckled.

"Make me the date of the old date continues, Wid" said Mr. Cahyo while grimacing.

"Direct pay to the lady, sir?" said Widuri with a big smile then bribed her chicken noodles.

Mr. Cahyo nodded quickly.

"Died to split the salary. Pay SPP child, child allowance, gas money, pay electricity, pay village dues, not to mention if there is a donation (favourite). I only get rations to buy gasoline and rations lunch a day kemban." said Mr. Cahyo while laughing without burden.

Satrio immediately choked to hear it.

Ten thousand a day? Oh my goodness !!!

"A month gets what's your salary, sir?" asked Satrio while he was grinning.

He deliberately so to avoid Mr. Cahyo offended by his kekepoannya.

"Calculate yourself, take twenty working days, two hundred thousand. Gasoline ration and allowance for the handle if the tire leaks or the motor light turns off, two hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand a month." replied Mr. Cahyo santuy.

Satrio pain in the heart heard it.

The sacrifice of a head of the family to his side......

Work a whole month and only have the 'right' of his income four hundred thousand a month.

Oh Allah.....

"A month with a hand of money like that doang?" ask Satrio to be astonished.

"Lha get the rest of the state budget that much from the salary, how else? What matters is the need for a safe home and children. So also sometimes there can still be a hundred, sometimes fifty thousand kok. It's good to wait for the wallet" said Mr. Cahyo while grimacing.

There was no burden on his face when he told me about his economic situation.

Satrio was embarrassed to remember that it was so easy to waste his papa money.

It could be that his parents' expenses are not as much as his expenses every month.

More frequent spending on spoiling girls is unclear.

"But it is often sangu rice (carry rice), sir" said Widuri.

"Yes. In order to irritate and also appreciate the results of the wife who is willing to always wake up early to cook." replied Mr. Cahyo with a smile

"Sip!" said Widuri while giving her two thumbs up.

"If I'm diligent sangu right ration maxi can nyseh tuh in the wallet. Later in the month, on the dying date, the money we love again to the wife, she has been senengnya not kelulungan." said Mr. Cahyo with a bright face, remembering how happy his wife was that at the end of the month he suddenly extended a piece of fifty thousand money to her.

Just a sheet of fifty thousand, but he could see his wife's eyes twinkling happily.

The woman's eyes must be instantly filled with love, eaaaaaaaa.......

That alone made him very happy.

"Keereeeen!!! Can make an example of that, Bang." praise Widuri again to Mr. Cahyo but he looked at Satrio.

"What example?" ask Satrio nge blank.

"How babe got around the situation. By bringing the stock of cabs from home is economical, no need to go out of the money to buy maksi. Udah so his wife also seneng, the cuisine is enjoyed continues to be the same beloved husband. You can be a superhero at the end of the month. So once the three islands oar is exceeded. Irit money and make the wife happy." explained Widuri who change to get a thumbs up from Mr. Cahyo who is often called Babe by office children.

Satrio.

Should think of the economy as detailed as possible, still have to think about the feelings of the couple as well.

All this time never one bit terbesit in the mind of Satrio things like this.

Yes, by age he is clearly an adult. It's been almost 25 years.

But his life from birth never taught him to think so complexly and thoroughly in money matters.

Turns out I was absolutely zero, her inner self was concerned with herself.

"Sir Cahyo is part-time not outside of work?" ask Satrio.

"The most only take is the stove service, or the damaged iron belonging to a neighbor" replied Mr. Cahyo while chuckling.

"Lumayan can make children's ice pop buyin" he continued.

Satrio smiled as he thought, pop ice drinks what the hell?

"Merendaaah.." said Widuri while looking at Mr. Cahyo mocked.

"No!" sahut Pak Cahyo quickly while chuckling.

"The vows are also her, Bang. Motorcycle, car, house, land, boarding-cost.Before long exhausted can get a big fee from the land makeover. Yes Be?" waturi's story while staring at Mr. Cahyo asking for justification.

"Not great. Nice but. Can jajanin a noisy boy rice Padang use rendang" said Mr. Cahyo while laughing meledek Widuri.

"Ten million! Pretty right?" cetus Widuri is excited.

Mr. Cahyo just laughed.

"If that byproduct goes to the wife too, sir?" ask Satrio kepo.

"As per the agreement, the byproduct goes to the wife of half. The half for me. He said let me be happy too, to enjoy my own efforts. Not only do you suck at living a wife's child." replied Mr. Cahyo while laughing at his wife's words.

Satrio smiled back.

"So if you get a sneak then it's still for two?" ask Satrio again.

"Yes! Twenty thousand, shall remain for two. It must be consistent with the agreement that has been made so that the country is safe and secure." said Mr. Cahyo before making the last feed of his chicken noodles.

"It needs to be in that example, if you get married tomorrow." said Widuri while staring at Satrio.

"Each household has its own role as well as times, Wid." said Mr. Cahyo later.

"Yes too. The important thing is not to abandon the wife's child" said Widuri firmly.

"So the wife also does not mostly require the same husband." chirped Satrio when remembering the soap opera he had seen at a glance was being watched mbak Puji.

"So the actor knows the responsibility also the wife will not be nuduk." said Widuri fiercely.

"It's not always that either. In fact, in the soap opera flying fish, her husband was dead to support, his wife still nuntuuuut continues, kuraaaang continues." denied Satrio.

"That's not the wife of her name, but the devil and the girl" said Widuri would not give up.

"Eh, I'll tell you, Bang. A good woman is a woman who does not want to burden anyone, even her husband. But yes her husband modeled what used to be. If the play has a lot of money but his wife is loved seuprit also asked to be slapped" said Widuri already with a mixture of emotions that got the laughter of Satrio and Pak Cahyo.

"Yes, tomorrow if you marry Widuri, your salary is all the same as her, Sat. Than you in slap." slurping Mr. Cahyo.

"Eh ! No way !!! He's not my type, Be." said Widuri quickly as she pointed at Satrio who was still bubbling.

"You know...your type is the Vin Diesel model, right? Not an oppa-oppa like Satrio" said Mr. Cahyo with a smile on both of them.

"Yaaaa..minimal as neat and handsome as Tom Cruise is, Be." said Widuri as her eyes stared far away from nowhere.

"Have you met anything like that?" ask Satrio meledek.

"Udah dong!" answered Widuri quickly with a very wide smile and a twinkle-lustered face.

"He wants to date a representative girl like you?" ledek Satrio again.

"No." replied Widuri slowly by shaking her head weakly, making Satrio and Pak Cahyo wide-eyed.

"Yes where there are guys looking at girls like you gini" said Satrio while staring at the look of Widuri who was far from feminine impression.

But then he regretted his own words.

His mother was also a tomboy but his papa love died with him, hehehe.

"What do you mean, a gini-like girl?" tanya Widuri did not accept.

"No.....I just took my word. You will definitely get a guy who can accept your ketomboian as it is. If you've got a guy who accepts you for who you are, don't let go" said Satrio seriously, while remembering how warm the relationship papa and his mother have been.

"Yes! Before the yellow janur curves in front of her house, I will continue to try and pray, may she be my soul mate Aamiin.....Amen dong, Bang, Be !" pinta Widuri.

"Aamiin.." said Satrio and Mr. Cahyo then while laughing.

"Seriously ameninnya! It's raining again! Prayers that are offered in the rain will be dabulin." said Widuri with a face still maksa.

"It is better if the prayer after prayer, Cah ayuuuu.." said Mr. Cahyo quickly.

"O yes, I have not prayed. Come on to prayer first! " take Widuri and then rush down to the mushola office.

"Kayak kayak louse jumping that, his crush aki-khi.." muttered Pak Cahyo while shaking his head.

"Akhi-akhi...sholeh's son?" satrio did not believe it.

"He em.." replied Mr. Cahyo casually.

"Work here too?" tanya Satrio be kepo.

"No. His neighbor. Temen SMP her first said." replied Mr. Cahyo while raising his shoulder.

"Waaah..first love her?" satrio asked half a whisper, the more like his mother-mother.

"Maybe.." replied Mr. Cahyo.

"So faithful to him." murmured Satrio involuntarily.

"You have a crush on him?" asked Mr. Cahyo whispered when the room only contained the two of them.

"Alhamdulillah no." replied Satrio with a relieved tone as he imagined how if they became a couple and Widuri later called him Bang Sat.

Ah, basic idea Luke lacks a jar.

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