DANGDUT SINGER'S SECRET HUSBAND
FLOODING

That morning Bu Ingrid came to Damar's house with breakfast.

“Good morning, My Darling .. Duh, very diligent Mas Damar is early in the morning already cleaning?” greet Bu Ingrid with his forehead.

Damar was a little surprised by the presence of Bu Ingrid whose voice was quite blaring.

“Good morning, Mom .. Uh Miss,” says Damar friendly.

“It rained so hard tonight, Mom? What is Mas Damar's room? Flooded for sure, huh?” asked Bu Inggrid with a panicked facial expression.

Damar looked strangely at the woman. How not? Currently Bu Ingrid is watching Damar trying to drain dirty water from the inside to the outside of the house. Thought Damar, Bu Ingrid should have known that his room flooded last night. Bu Ingrid finally realized the mistake at the sound of his question.

“Eh, sorry. Must be flooding, huh? Duh, last night I thought of Mas Damar. Want me to come here to sleep with me at home, but I'm afraid of being raided by the people around. We were even married. It's nice, but am I ashamed? What am I a girl? I'm a High Qualty Widow. Aren't you, Mas?” cerocos Bu Ingrid as a beauty queen.

“Nothing, Miss. All can be overcome,” Damar replied casually because he already understands the habits of his neighbor.

“Not anything how? Wong Mas Damar's house was flooded so? Must be all wet stuff, huh? If Mas Damar gets sick, how?” bu Inggrid protests because Damar only casually responds to her concerns.

“Alhamdulillah …. All my goods have been secured before I was exposed to rain water,” Damar replied calmly to reassure the neighbor.

“Mas Damar sure? Cell phones and clothes, safe?” tanya Bu Inggrid made sure.

“Aman, Mom!” replied Damar with a slight rise in his tone to make it more convincing.

“Thank God then. Now Mas Damar just have breakfast! Here I bring breakfast and warm drinks for Mas Damar so as not to hurt,” timpal Bu Ingrid diverted the conversation.

“Waduh, this Miss does not need to bother so. I am so bad this is the same Miss Ingrid,” Damar replied with a smile on the woman.

“Already, just accept. This I make with affection and full sincerity,” replied Bu Inggrid while swaying his body.

Damar held amused when he saw the funny action of the woman. But, he held her back for not wanting to make the person in front of him offended.

“There are many yes, Miss, for the food and help so far,” Damar said while receiving food from the woman.

“Yes already, Mas, I say goodbye first. Mas Damar hunted eat mumpung still warm. I'll take it if I come here again. Now I want to prepare my son to go to school,” replied Bu Ingrid as he passed away leaving Damar.

Damar was also relieved by the woman's departure. But on the one hand even though he was a bit uncomfortable with Bu Ingrid, actually he also needed Bu Ingrid because Bu Ingrid had helped him a lot during the start of living in his mother's inheritance.

As soon as Bu Ingrid returned home, Damar hurriedly washed his hands and consumed the food and drink that Bu Ingrid had given him. The man ate with the food and drinks that taste good. After finishing breakfast, Damar continued his activities draining water from inside the house and also cleaning items that are still not neat. After the day began a little afternoon, Damar decided to take a shower and set out to find passengers.

After Damar opened his phone, he only knew that a lot of messages were coming into his number. Damar replied to the message one by one.

“Loh, flood your house, Bro?” ask Bagas.

“Iya, Gas. Here I just cleaned,” replied Damar.

“You're leaving today, right?” ask Bagas again.

“OK, sip! We meet at the base as usual, huh?” reply Bagas.

“OK,” replied Damar.

After finishing preparing himself, Damar went to his usual place. Not to forget he also locked his room using a padlock that he bought at a neighboring store. Although there were no valuables that he lived in his room, but he did not want the items to disappear just taken scavengers, and so on.

*

Mr. Hisham and Mrs Tiara were sleeping peacefully when Juminah shouted from downstairs calling out their names.

“Pa, wake! Juminah seemed to have just shouted to call our names,” said Mrs Tiara while shaking her husband's body

“Papa still sleepy, Ma. You are samperin Juminah. At most Arya cry,” said Mr. Hisham while continuing his sleep again.

Madam Tiara got off her bed and straight out of the master room. She deliberately did not close the door back so that if there was anything her husband more clearly heard her voice.

“What's up, Jum?” mrs Tiara asked as she descended from the second floor.

“Body Mas Arya hot, Bu!” juminah answered in panic.

“Yes Allah .. Cepetan you pour eucalyptus oil into the blisters mixed with shallots, Friday! Paaaaa …. Hot Arya, Pa!” madam Tiara shouted to Juminah and called her husband.

“Paaaaa wake!! Arya hot!” madam Tiara shouted again as she ran towards the inside of Arya's room.

Mr. Hisham who was trying to sleep again was also heard the cry of his wife who called the name ‘Arya’.

“Arya! What happened to my grandson?” thought Mr. Hisham while rising from his sleep.

With a makeover the man came out of the room and followed his wife to Arya's room.

Meanwhile, Madam Tiara who was in Arya's room was panicking as well as seeing her grandson shivering like a cold person. However, as soon as he touched the little boy's forehead, his skin felt so hot.

“Yes Allah, Arya, Why are you, son? Juminahs! Quickly bring eucalyptus oil and its onion slices here!” madam Tiara shouted in a deep panic.

The woman could not bear to see such a small child have to suffer like that.

“This, Nyah! Sorry a little long because the knife did not meet quickly earlier!” answer Juminah while handing the eucalyptus oil that has been poured into the blisters and mixed with slices of red onion.

“Prepare liquid paracetamol for Arya, Friday! I will melt this eucalyptus oil to all parts of Arya's body!” madam Tiara's orders again in panic.

“Good, nyah!” juminah replied as she rushed towards the P3K box which was in the middle room.

Mrs Tiara smeared eucalyptus oil mixed with slices of red onion to all parts of Arya's body. The woman could not bear it when her hands came into contact with Arya's soft skin that felt hot.

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