Prejacently
4. The Girl's Residence
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Praja was surprised even though it was not visible from the look on his face if he was surprised when he saw the front girl holding the kite fell to the ground and sank the front of it into the mud of the rice field.
The little girl got up making her face invisible as it was covered by mud. The girl cried until she saw only her white teeth. All his friends laughed while the mud girl cried.
Praja folded her lips trying to hold back the laughter. That little girl looks so funny. Is that like a child? After he laughed then he would cry loudly after falling, even Praja who had been far enough away was able to hear the sound of his crying.
Hah, you little whiny girl. If Praja had been there, she would probably have silenced the little girl's mouth to stop crying.
Praja shook her head and then looked back to the front which showed a residential area with a house that looked so simple.
His luxury car now stops right in the yard of a simple blue-painted wooden house that looks worn. Praja stepped down followed by Digo who stepped staggering like drinking alcohol.
"Master Praja," said Digo who now touches Praja's shoulder.
Praja sniffed when Digo was so close to him that he was able to smell the pungent smell of vomit on his sense of smell.
"Hem, get away from me!" pinta Praja then pushed Digo to the ground.
Praja shook her head with her face still staring in disdain at her secretary. This guy is so weak. Praja tidied up his coat which is now a bit tangled making him even more disliked the situation now.
"King!" call Sumbawa make Praja look.
"Let's go in!"
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The sound of laughter sounded so warm on the sidelines of a conversation between Sumbawa and a 50-year-old woman. His appearance is simple with a negligee dress and his face that does not apply makeup like a woman in general. At the old table were three cups of warm tea and crackers of iron cans of slightly rusty biscuits.
Praja unceasingly looked up and turned left and right to see the atmosphere inside this house. The weathered wooden wall looks blue with uneven paint colors. The red curtain that looks worn as if it never touched the water. There is no closet in this living room, even Praja did not find a photo or wall hangings look very empty.
"Sorry that the house is ugly" said the woman made Praja look quickly.
Praja smiled faintly and lowered her head back while squeezing her fingers that had never touched the tea-filled glass.
"Fatia, introduce this Praja, my granddaughter," Sumbawa said.
"Oh this is the one who's gonna be betrothed to my daughter? Very handsome," he said with a smile.
"Yes right. Praja!" call Sumbawa make Praja look.
"This is Fatia, the wife of Barjan," said Sumbawa carefully and answered a nod and smile from Praja.
He smiled, but he looked flat.
"Mom, is there any tea?" digo asked while raising his empty glass.
The sound of laughter rang out again while Praja shook her head not expecting Digo to enjoy the tea so much.
"It seems like Master really likes it. Wait, yeah, let me get it!" he gently stepped in and was not seen again after he passed a worn red cloth that covered the road to the kitchen.
Digo laughed faintly after his intention to drink more tea would soon materialize. It feels very good after vomiting and drinking warm tea makes the stomach feel comfortable. Digo's smile vanished as he looked back at Praja who looked at him sharply.
"Already! Already!" tegur Sumbawa then pat Praja on the shoulder.
Before long Fatia stepped out carrying a pipe filled with hot tea and then sat back down to her used seat after pouring tea into an empty glass belonging to Digo.
"Thank you, Mom. Honestly this is a very delicious tea," said Digo so happy.
Praja only speechless with her flat face, this secretary likes to praise things that are not important. Praja poked her lips and turned her gaze after staring at Digo who seemed to be sipping his tea which was deliberately hardened.
"Em, by the way where's your daughter?" ask Sumbawa.
"My daughter, emmm." Fatia was silent for a moment as if thinking of something. On one side, Sumbawa and Praja were silent waiting for this woman to talk.
"Em, where is he?" ask Sumbawa.
"Wait a minute!" tell it.
Fatia got up from the chair and stepped towards the open window and her gaze seemed to be penetrating all directions, looking for who but her gaze was very serious.
Praja breathed a heavy sigh. Looks like the girl he is going to marry is a girl who likes to wander so that her mother does not know where she is. But he thought it was not important, the important thing is that he married her and freed her from her Opinion which every day always harassed and seduced her to want to marry the son of the man whose Opinion had been hit.
"Who are you looking for?" tanya Sumbawa made Fatia look over.
"Em, I'm looking for my daughter" she replied, smiling despite her agitated face.
"Oh, does he like to run around too?" tanya Digo made Sumbawa look at Digo who now smiled stiffly.
Did he speak wrong?
"Sorry, I mean-"
"My daughter does like to wander if the clock is like this she is still busy playing with her friends," explained Fatia made Sumbawa and Digo gawk while Praja just kept quiet with a flat facial expression.
"Playing?" ask Sumbawa not understand.
Sumbawa gulped his saliva. His eyes glanced at Praja who was now looking at him with a sharp look.
"Sir, did you marry a child?" whispered Digo.
Praja closed her eyes as air gusts from Digo's mouth entered her earhole.
"Digo!" scold Sumbawa who pulls Digo away from his grandson. Sumbawa just doesn't want her granddaughter to get upset.
"Yahoooo!!!"
Fatia turned her head to look towards the door after the sound of a girl's scream was heard. Sumbawa and Digo turned to look at the door where the voice came from. The voice that was still shouting was more akin to the voice of a child who wanted to complain to his mother.
Before long the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs sounded and ran until the sound of the door opening was heard making Fatia, Sumbawa and Digo wide in shock with perfectly open lips.
A girl in dirty clothes mixed with mud even dirty her whole body emerged from the main door without knowing if there were Sumbawa, Digo and Praja who were now staring at her.
Both of Fatia's lips opened staring from the tip of her feet to the tip of her daughter's hair filled with mud even what appeared to be only her white eyeballs and teeth as the girl spoke.