DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 198: MESRA THREESOME
When he arrived at the courtyard of Engkong house, not yet down from the car, suddenly Jamil's HP rang. Jamil, who had turned off the engine, picked up the phone. Call from his place of business. Yeah, factory phone number. Who called Ma'am Ika. There is a problem ordering goods in the company. There are guests from out of town who must meet with Jamil. He said he can't be represented to anyone. What the leader asked for directly.
"Jum ..., Nduk ....!" jamil shouted to his wife and son who had opened the door.
"Yes, Kang .... What's up?" asked Juminem who of course immediately turned to her husband.
So did Melian, who stopped opening the door. He also looked at his father.
"Anu .., this is Ma'am Ika phone .... There are people from out of town who want to order goods, and he said he had to see me. Not being served by employees. I want to meet directly with the leader. How ...?" jamil said that must be confused.
"Lho .... Iha piye, Kang ...?!" Juminem looked disappointed.
"Lha yes it is .... I am confused about this .... Hows it? Do I leave it alone, or do I have to go home ...?!" replied Jamil who was confused decided.
"Pak-e should go home .... It's consumer service, sir .... When I was in college for the first time, who delivered the lecture of Mr. Minister of Trade. He said that if you want to succeed, you must be able to serve consumer demand as much as possible. So if Pak-e wants to move forward, then Pak-e has to go home, meet the customer. Maybe the only one who came today was one. But the impact of Pak-e's service that can customer support, tomorrow will be told to other prospective buyers. And the service service is what makes customers happy and will invite other friends" said Melian who delivered the results of his lecture to his father.
"Lha continues .... You how?" ask Melian.
"Rpa .... Don't worry. Melian is big. Tomorrow I will help Ms Indra again in her shop. Mas Parmo who picked me up and took me." replied Melian.
"Lha, how's Mak-e?" ask Jamil again.
"Aren't you alone papa, Nduk?" ask Juminem to Melian.
"No papa, Mommy .... If Mak-e wants to accompany Pak-e home, even better. So Mr-e is more careful. At least Mak-e can rebuke if Pak-e is speeding." Melian replied.
"Yes, I've come home, accompany Mr-e yes, Nduk ..." said his mother.
"Yo wis .... Pak-e went home with Mak-e .... Be careful, Nduk ..." said Jamil who came straight out of the house.
"Be careful, Nduk ...." Juminem also told his son.
"Yes .... Pak-e and Mak-e are also careful on the road." replied Melian who came down from the terrace, taking her father and mother home.
Jamil runs his car, out of the yard. Melian immediately closed the fence door. Although it's not locked. Melian then went into the house. Deliberately do not close the door of the house, in the hope that the air circulation will change. Let the house be fresh. Melian also cleaned the room and room of the house. It has been six months that the house has not been entered. Even if Mas Parmo cleans, it's just outside the house. Until the afternoon when the sun returned to his hiding place, Melian just stopped cleaning his house.
As already ordered by Mr. Jamil, that night, coincidentally Sunday night, Cik Indra and Mas Irul berbongkon motor, playing to Melian's house. Of course Irul also wants to take off his misses on Melian. I have not seen him for six months. Even the news is only through SMS or BBM his wife. Understandably, Irul who often deliver goods ordered by buyers, only bring old-school HP that can only be for SMS and phone only. So if you see the photos of Melian, yes through his wife's HP. Hence, this time during Melian's semester break, Irul wanted to meet in person.
"Silent kok ...?! Pak Jamil's car does not exist ...?!" Irul who had stopped in front of the gate was somewhat astonished.
"With out, it may be ..." said his wife, who came down from the door and opened the gate.
After the gate was opened, Irul immediately ran his motorbike, and Bablas to the yard arrived in front of the terrace of the house. With Indra directly up to the terrace.
"Stand ..., Mas Irul ...! I was taking a shower ...!" there was Melian's voice bathing in the bathroom.
"Yes, Mel ...!" Indra.
Without being told, Indra was already sitting in the guest chair. While Irul out, towards the terrace, observing the environment around the Babah Ho house building. Of course, Irul's wishful thinking is back to drift, considering the events of about nineteen years ago. Where he worked to be Babah Ho's employee, and often came to the house. In fact, he remembers exactly the time he was told to bury or bury Melian ari-ari by Babah Ho. Irul really felt like he was going back in time.
"Mas Irul ...! Come here .... Log in here ...!!" said Melian who told me to enter Irul who was still outside.
"Yes ..." said Irul who went straight into the living room.
"Mas Irul's .... I miss ...." Melian immediately pampered and hugged Irul.
Irene hugged Melian too. Then pull Melian and sit in the guest chair. Jejer with Indra who was already sitting in a long chair. Indra had guessed, surely Melian and her husband would be spoiled. And the truth is true. They are now sitting three. Irul flanked by Indra and Melian. Even Irul also hugged his wife and also hugged Melian. It was like hugging his wife and sister. They tell each other stories.
They look friendly. Indra who was embraced by her husband's left hand, both hands were also embracing Irul's neck. So that her head was stuck to her husband's left chest. Many times Irul kissed his wife's hair.
No less effective, Melian who was also embraced by Irul's right hand, many times her fingers poked Irul's cheek. Even sometimes Melian's hand that held Irul's hand that hugged his shoulder, repeatedly pulled the hand and stuck it on his cheek. It's like Melian asked to have her cheek rubbed. Only the difference, if Indra put her head on her husband's chest while closing her eyes, while Melian actually looked at Irul's face a lot.
Indra is not jealous. He knew exactly how good Irul was to Melian. Yes, Irul many stories about Melian's suffering on him. Of course, pity always appears every time Indra witnessed how Irul poured out love to Melian, like wanting to make up for all the love debt needed by Melian. Even Irul never regretted when telling the story of Melian lost in the market. At that time Irul did not keep an eye on Melian who was still a baby, who could only crawl. And I don't know where to crawl, until Melian's gone. The whole Babah Ho family was crying. Irul was crying. And must be sorry for the mistake of not watching Melian.
It was natural that Irul, her husband, always spoiled Melian. The boy who was lost and indirectly has resulted in the death of his mother while looking for him. Including the deaths of his grandparents who were in mourning. And now, actually Melian is just a child who has no one. Melian is being treated by Jamil and Juminem.
"Mas Irul's .... What are we gonna eat? Melian must not have eaten ..." Indra said to her husband, who was certainly still friendly on his chest.
"Eh, yes .... Melian want to eat what? You haven't eaten, have you? Mas Irul who was looking for ..." said Irul who immediately asked Melian.
Melian straightened her body, releasing herself from Irul's embrace. Remembering the hunger, who was detained since cleaning the house earlier.
"Sik Indra wants to eat what? I just follow Ms Indra .." replied Melian.
"Lho .., I was asked .... If I only want fried noodles .... Melian does not want rice as side dishes or vegetables what, is it ...? Not a person who is immediately ...?" said Indra who really likes fried bakmi. Indra had also taken off her husband's embrace, to discuss the food issue.
"I'm also a fried noodle, the same as Ms. Indra .." Melian replied while kissing Ms. Indra's cheek. Melian is so spoiled.
Indra does not dispute. Just shut up when Melian kisses. Yeah, that must be an overflow of his longing.
"okay .... Two fried bakmi .... I fried rice .... You wait here, I buy it first ..." said Irul who immediately stood up and went to buy food for the three of them.
"Eh, Mas .., the fried rice is two .... Who knows, I will also want to .." said Indra added.
"OK ..." said Indra as he passed. Then turn on the motorbike and go to the fried rice stall in front of the Lasem Market.