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SAH?

Hanum frowned, when he saw that there was a foreign number coming into his phone. At first he was reluctant to answer, because if not from sales who offer investment or insurance, it must be the business of debt bills from the boarding house, or the owner of the stall where he ate.

"Hello" he said carefully.

"Hello, good afternoon. Is it true I spoke to Mba Hanum?" the voice of the melodious and cheerful man sounded across there.

"Yeah, right," he replied still in standby mode. It looks like the salesman will offer something, but why does his voice sound familiar.

"Include me Jonathan, the younger brother of Alexander Putra Prasojo, the owner of PT. The Charm of Land Variety."

Hanum jumped around indistinctly in his room, when he found out who was contacting him.

"Hello ... haloo, Mba Hanum?" jonathan's voice called him back from the seventh heaven.

"Yes, Mr. Jonathan I heard," said Hanum. He tried to maintain the intonation of his voice to sound more graceful.

"Before I apologized on behalf of my brother, he could not contact Mba Hanum himself, because it was too busy."

"Aahh, it's okay." Hanum is gushing pleasure.

"I was asked by both of my parents, to invite Mba Hanum to come to our house, tomorrow at eight in the morning."

"Tomorrow?" Instantly a feeling of fear and worry ambushed. What if he's been caught lying, and there are already police waiting there ready to arrest him.

"Yes Mba Hanum. Tomorrow at eight in the morning."

Hanum silently stared at his phone after Jonathan ended his call.

"It's been a responsibility to get here. If indeed my actions have been discovered, wherever I go must be arrested as well. I'd rather be arrested in this town than when I go home. Pity the sisters and Mother Anita if they share the shame."

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Hanum reconfirms the address and location share Jonathan gave him yesterday.

"This is the address, Neng. It's not wrong. From which foundation? if the lady still needs a baby sitter or a domestic worker, my wife will, Neng." The ojek driver who drove Hanum smiled widely, admiring the white house with a wide page like houses on a floating fish soap opera.

'Dandan as beautiful as this is still considered to want to work so baby sitter' inner Hanum sad while looking at her appearance.

A long black tile skirt to the ankles, as well as a wide, long-sleeved white shirt like a bat wing.

'It's good'

"Thank you, sir. Later I will tell you if there are still vacancies," said Hanum. 'Wait for me to be the mistress of this house yes, sir.' he added inwardly.

"Excuse me, is Mr Jonathan or Mr Alexander?" hanum asked some people who looked busy going back and forth and out of the house. Some people didn't care, took a quick glance and walked on.

"F freelance helpers huh? Mba, just go in. Just keep going straight back." A middle-aged Mother pointed towards the open kitchen, which was visible from the side of the house.

"Oh, yes thank you." Hanum nodded politely and then stepped towards the kitchen, just as the mother had pointed out.

'So mistaken for a baby sitter, now a maid, ' Hanum lamented sadly.

'It seems like there's going to be an event, a real race, ' Hanum's inner.

"Excuse me ma'am, where will I see Mr Jonathan or Mr Alexander?" hanum asked the mothers who were cooking in the back garden.

"What's up, Mba? they are all inside, if there is a need to go to Mbok Jum aja, so be sidelined," said the big-bodied mother. He also pointed towards a mother in her sixties.

"Excuse Mbok Jum, I want to see Mr. Jonathan or Mr. Alexander. Yesterday I was on the phone telling me to come here."

"The name is greeting, Nduk, later ta sampeken," said Mbok Jum politely. Instantly Hanum felt comfortable with the maternal figure of Mbok Jum.

"Hanum, Mbok."

Hanum was asked to wait on the back porch bench.

"Manaa?? where are you Mbok??" A lady with a graceful appearance, walked out of the house and shouted frantically at Hanum's side.

"This is the man" Mbok Jum replied, pointing at Hanum with his thumb.

The woman looked at Hanum. His forehead was furrowed deeply, his eyes were enlarged, his mouth was opened, and a hand was placed on his chest.

"JONATHAM!" Hanum almost covered both of his ears, as the woman shouted right before his face.

"JOOO!!" call him impatient. His eyes still looked at Hanum from top to bottom continuously.

"Why the hell, Ma?" Jonathan went out into the garden in a hurry.

"It's the same .. in the picture, it's the same" Jonathan said.

"Haa???" The graceful woman was limp as if to faint.

"Maaa, let's watch as the witness is ready. He said he had come, tell him to go straight in." Hanum was surprised when Beni emerged from the house.

"Let's go in" Jonathan led her into the house. The graceful woman was still silent with an extraordinary face of shock.

"Where is it, Jo?" ask Mr. Beni.

"This," Jonathan answered briefly. This time, Mr. Beni's face was pale and shocked.

"Where am I going to take you, sir?" hanum asked puzzledly, as Jonathan continued to bring him deeper into the house.

"There," Jonathan pointed to the spacious living room. Full of live flower decors, in the middle some well-dressed people were sitting in well-arranged chairs. Alexander was there, wearing a white suit.

'His lamp, ' praise Hanum in your heart.

"You're sitting here."

"Hee??" Hanum, who was fascinated by Alexander's figure that seemed to shine in his eyes, did not realize that Jonathan had led him into the middle of the room and sat him next to Alexander.

"Who are you??" Alexander frowned in surprise seeing Hanum sitting beside him.

"I am Hanum" said Hanum plainly.

"He's the one in the pink map" Jonathan said indifferently.

"Peatt phone Mr. Eko, Pa. Cook ain't lifted??" From the outside came the voice of the graceful lady growing more panicked.

"Ga's lifted, Ma. Patience first." Beni started to panic.

"I'm sorry, Father, Mother. I have ten hours to get people married again. Can it start now? the bride-to-be is ready, too." Penghulu interprets the commotion of a noisy husband and wife in the corner of the room.

"Eeh, can you wait for seben---"

"Ma, just start," Alexander cut.

'start what?' inner Hanum was confused.

"Where are your parents, son?" ask the black-fisted man sitting across the table.

"I have no parents" Hanum replied.

"Ow, orphan? other family?" Hanum shook his head again, he still did not understand the direction of the man's question.

"Means I represent ya." Hanum nodded confusedly.

Question after question was answered well by Hanum. The simple arrangement of events proceeded smoothly, and Hanum was still unaware of what was going on.

When he entered the reading of the Marriage Certificate and his name was called out loud by Alexander, his eyes widened with excitement.

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