183 Days of Being a Lover
4. Special Guest

Claudia's mother sat down to join them. He listened to what the Sultan's grandfather had to say to Rendi.

“Besok Rendi want to play golf with friends,” replied Rendi.

“Can be canceled, no? Tomorrow there will be guests to our house,” said Mr. Sultan.

“Who's guest?” ask Rendi.

“You will also know who the guest is. Grandfather wants you to get acquainted with him,” replied Mr. Sultan.

“Who, Cake? A businessman? A lawyer? Acting officer? Or investor?” ask Rendi.

“Wait for tomorrow, you'll know who he is. What is clear is that he is a special guest, ” replied Mr. Sultan.

“Daddy Grandpa, yes?” Rendi seduces Mr. Sultan.

“Husss! Don't fuck you! Grandpa is old where there are women who want to be the same Grandpa,” said Pak Sultan.

“Grandpa will be rich, tajir twisting, surely there will be many women who want to be made Grandpa's wife,” said Rendi.

“If Grandpa wants to marry again, Grandpa has been married again. But Grandpa doesn't want to marry again. Grandfather wants to prioritize you two, your mother and you. That's enough for Grandpa,” said Grandpa.

Grandpa turned to look at Claudia's mother.

“Claudia, tomorrow I'll invite someone to lunch here. Tell Bi Wiwiek to cook a special meal for Dad's guests!” said Mr. Sultan.

“Good, Father,” replied Claudia.

“Dad ask you to make a nice cake for Dad's guests!” said Mr. Sultan.

“Good, Dad. Claudia will make it,” replied Claudia's mother.

“Now we have breakfast first, Dad is hungry.” Mr. Sultan got up from the sofa and walked towards the dining room.

Rendi approached Claudia's mother. “Mah, who will come here?” ask Rendi curiously.

“Mama doesn't know either, Ren. Grandpa didn't tell me who grandfather invited,” Claudia's mother said.

“Come breakfast first! Later you misfortune to leave for the office,” said Claudia's mother.

Rendi and Claudia's mother walked to the dining room, following Mr. Sultan.

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Rahma rode her motorcycle towards Nyland street. When he entered Nyland street how surprised he saw the houses on Nyland street. The house on Nyland street is very large and the courtyard is very spacious. The houses on Nyland street look like old houses. Rahma looking for the number of Pak Sultan's house, finally Rahma found Pak Sultan's house.

Rahma stopped her motorbike in front of the gate of the house. He got off the bike and stood in front of the gate. He saw a man washing the car.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Rahma.

The man turned to Rahma. That man is Randy.

“Waalaikumsalam. What is it gonna take?” ask Rendi. Rendi just turned towards Rahma without approaching Rahma. Water from the hose is allowed to leak just like that.

“Is this the home of Mr Sultan Wijaya?” ask Rahma.

“Iya, right,” replied Rendi.

“I Rahma. I was invited here by Mr. Sultan,” Rahma said.

“You?” Rendi looked at Rahma from top to bottom back and forth. Rahma uses a tunic and jeans covered in jeans. As well as a veil that is similar in color to the tunic covering Rahma's hair.For the Joints appearance of Rahma is ordinary, there is no special. Rendi noticed the bag that was placed on Rahma's body, a cheap bag just like the one used by her employees.

Rahma is looked at like that by Rendi. It was as if Rendi was investigating it.

Is he really Grandpa's guest? How come he doesn't look so convincing? ask Rendi in the heart.

“Wait a minute!” said Rendi.

“Pak Atmooo.” Rendi shouted to the house guards.

Not long after a man of forty years came out of the side door in a hurry to Rendi.

“Ya, Den,” Pak Atmo replied.

“One time to the bathroom!” said Rendi with annoyance.

“I have an upset stomach, Den,” Pak Atmo replied.

“Tuh, urucine! Someone is looking for Grandpa. Ask grandpa first, it's not the person you're waiting for,” exclaimed Rendi. Rendi continued washing the car.

Mr. Atmo is approaching Rahma.

“Wait a minute, Neng. I asked Mr. Sultan first,” said Mr. Atmo.

Mr. Atmo walked into the house through the side door. Rahma patiently waited outside the courtyard without being invited to enter first.

Not long after the door of the living room opened and Mr. Sultan came out of the house. He looked towards the fence.

“Rahma!” Sultan called Rahma with a radiant face.

“Kakek.” Rahma waved at Pak Sultan.

Mr. Atmo came out the side door and approached Rahma, he opened the gate.

“Please enter, Neng!” said Mr. Atmo.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Rahma.

Rahma took the plastic bag on her motorcycle and brought the plastic bag.

“Neng, the motor goes inside later lost if you stay outside,” said Mr. Atmo.

Rahma returned to his motorcycle and he pushed his motorbike into the yard of Pak Sultan's house. Rahma parked her bike near the guard post. After that he walked over to Pak Sultan.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Rahma.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Pak Sultan replied.

Rahma gave a plastic bag to Mr. Sultan.

“What is this?” ask Mr. Sultan.

“By-by for Grandpa,” replied Rahma.

“Thank you.” Mr. Sultan opened the plastic bag and looked at the contents of the plastic bag.

“Wah, banana bolen. This is Rendi's favorite cake,” said Mr. Sultan with sparkling.

After calling the name Rendi Pak Sultan immediately silent. He turned to Rendi who was washing the car.

“Rendi, what are you doing?” ask Mr. Sultan.

“Washing mobi, Cake. Time again playing badminton,” answered Rendi while brushing the car tire.

“Kakek will already say that we will have guests. Why are you washing your car?” ask Mr. Sultan.

“Yesterday Rendy car passed through a hollow and muddy place, so the Rendi car is dirty,” said Rendi while spraying the car tire with water.

“Quick finish the car wash, After that shower! There is your favorite bolen banana,” said Mr. Sultan.

“Good, Cake,” Reply Rendi.

Sultan invited Rahma into the house. He invited Rahma to sit in the middle room.

“Please sit, Rahma.” Sultan and Rahma sat on the sofa. Rahma watched the house of Sultan. The atmosphere of Pak Sultan's house is similar to the service house of Rahma's superior because it is both an ancient building house..

“Home Grandpa adem,” says Rahma.

“Old houses are like this. Maybe because the ceiling of the house is high so the luggage is not hot,” said Grandpa.

Claudia's mother came out of the kitchen. He just finished making a cake. he approached Pak Sultan and Rahma.

“Wah, the guest has come,” said Ms. Claudia.

Rahma immediately stood up and greeted Claudia's mother.

“Include me Claudia. I'm the son-in-law of Mr. Sultan,” Claudia's mother said.

“I Rahma.” Rahma introduced herself. Claudia's mother was shocked to hear Rahma's name.

“This is Rahma helping Dad?” ask Claudia's mother to Mr. Sultan.

“Iya,” replied Mr. Sultan.

“Thank you for helping Dad. If there's no Rahma, I don't know what happened to Dad. I don't have a cell phone and money. Really teledor!” Claudia.

“Sama-sama, Mom. It just so happened near my office,” said Rahma.

“Now if Grandpa wants to leave the house Auntie told him to bring a wallet and mobile phone. If you do not want to bring a wallet and mobile phone, it is forbidden to leave the house with Auntie!” said Claudia's mother.

“Iya,” said Mr Sultan.

Rahma smiled and responded.