FORCED CHEATING
121COOPERATION

It's been a few days since Danar came to the store. He only told Ari that there was important business . Ari did not know that Danar was being prepared to learn to become a manager at a hotel owned by Rian Permadi.

Rian Permadi who is none other than Danar's adoptive father is a businessman, he also had run as a member of the district DPRD but was unsuccessful. I don't know, Danar was also confused why his adoptive father was interested in the world of politics when as far as his knowledge, Rian's father always avoided things related to politics, yes, although his work as a businessman often intersects with the political interests of some regional officials. Moreover, his adoptive father is now building a resort in the Tirta Maya beach area which is a mainstay tourist attraction of the district city, then of course his father often intersects with relevant regional officials to take care of licensing and others.

“Log.” Rian's father orders when Danar knocks on the door of his study in a rather open house. “Sit.” Continue Rian's Father.

Danar sat with a flat face, his adoptive father still seriously read the documents in his hand making Danar impatient.

“Why is your face so tense?” Rian's father looked at his adopted son straight away.

Danar answered with a breath.

“Oh, I know. Surely your face is so because you just cut hair huh?” Rian's father smiled like a mocked Danar. “Fresh look!” Praise Rian's father for making Danar flatter. “How was your training day as a prospective manager with Pak Narto?”

“Regularly.” Sahut Danar short.

Rian's father closed the document and got up to Danar's side and patted Danar on the shoulder. “Fight young people, it's time you changed.” Said Rian's father then stepped onto the sofa in his study.

Danar. “Daddy thought I black steel knight could change quickly?” Sumpang Danar sat next to his foster father.

“Whatever you say.” Rian Cuek's father then opened his laptop and showed the resort he was building on Danar.

“You see, the process will soon be completed. And I want you to manage and take full responsibility for this business.”

Danar just stared at his father's laptop screen with a less interested look.

“Late this month soon built a playground and shopping center behind the resort. Maybe the process will take some time. But we can already market this resort, no matter the facilities are not so complete. I believe in your abilities.” Rian's father glanced at Danar who was silent expressionlessly.

“How about a coffee shop built in it too?” Chirps Danar.

Rian's father silenced a small smile. “After finishing, I will ask for the marketing strategy you have planned.” Rian's father's voice really doesn't connect with Danar's questions.

Rian's father got up and tidied up his suit. “I have an appointment with the vice mayor. Get ready, you're coming too.” Tell Rian's father to leave the room without waiting for Danar's approval.

Danar certainly can not potes, he just snorted riled. His idealism and freedom are skinned like this. He was not interested in the business world at all like this, but suddenly his adoptive parents forcibly threw him into it. Taking care of one coffee shop is happy enough for him, that's his business even though small but fun. He doesn't want big business, just make a headache!

But on the other hand Danar realized, maybe it was time he returned the services of his adoptive parents. They really don't want anyone to rely on because they don't have any real children. Treasure is abundant, honorable office is not complete without a child. Danar was satisfied, Miss Elin and Rian's father loved him so much from the time he was small to this age, so it was not wrong if they asked Danar to take care of everything.

“Mas Danar, already awaited Mr in front.” Bi Narih's maid Bu Elin enters the study without Danar noticing because she is busy with her own turmoil. “This is the suit, Mas.” Bi Narih handed over the coat that was still hanging.

“Jas? For what, Bi?” Danar.

“Kata Pak, Mas Danar told to wear the suit” replied Bi Narih plain then excuse me to come out.

Danar feels like Om-Om stomach distended only tetiba asked to wear this form, even though with his ability he thinks it is appropriate. Ah, but protest is free. So he also wore the suit that Bi Narih gave.

Danar saw his appearance in the large mirror of the living room he passed through.

"Geez! This is so strange how I look! Hope you can hold it until the show is over." muttered Danar then immediately met Rian's father who was waiting for him.

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Late afternoon, Via had just finished his laundry. No husband makes her more relaxed, including washing clothes. Via only washing clothes twice a week, also for cooking, he can be as good as his own heart. But this afternoon Via again kepingin gulai snapper. So after drying clothes on the back porch, Via checked the refrigerator that was fully filled because yesterday shopping with Tia.

Deftly Via cleaning the fresh snapper. Then he prepared a variety of spices that are needed, not to forget also adding long bean pieces as a complement and tomato pieces. The fragrant aroma of the spice has been smelled.

BLUKUTUK …

Incoming message on the phone Via. Via immediately opened it, it turned out to be from Yanti. Yanti reported that she and Gio had come home this morning, not playing with her pleasure Via because she felt she had friends again, especially with Gio, she was very upset with the adorable little boy. Via immediately typed a reply message for Yanti.

Here, Yan. I'm cooking the fish. We eat together at my house. Don't forget to take Gio. I miss him so much.

Send!

Via smile. Then back to cooking. Via stirred it for a while then added a slice of tomato and turned off the stove.

“Wuih, mantle...” Via praised the results of his cooking and then checked the rice he had cooked in the rice cooker.

Tok tok …

The sound of the back door being knocked. Via sharpened his hearing.

“Somebody knock on the door? Don't you think Yanti? But how come cepet very datengnya?” Via wonder itself.

Tok tok …

There was a knock on the back door again.

“Iya, briefly ..!” Via Seru. “How come, why did Yanti go through the back door anyway?” Gerricks Via while heading towards the back door.

Chequek.

“Yan, you are kok ..”

“Halo, Jeng ...” Not yet had time to continue his sentence looks Bujel nongol from behind the door with a big smile.

“Ha? I guess ..”

“Jeng, I want to ask for papaya. Can not?” Bujel immediately asked without aling-aling. “I know if behind your house there is a papaya tree, so I want to ask.” Bujel looked at the two papaya trees in the backyard of Via's house.

“Bby, take it yourself.”

“Still yes, Jeng. You are so good!” Bujeng menowel cheeks Via.

Via so keget.

“I again want to make fruit. I think I'm craving again. I happened to peekpin papayamu tree yesterday there was a mangkel. It must be very delicious dicocol sambel rujak.” Bujel rem melek himself imagined his homemade rujak.

Via just a thin smile.

The bujel means to like pekipin pekarang people's house! Huh, you Bujel! No other job what? Uh, wait, what did he say? Ngever? Lha, she's pregnant she means? But pregnant ama hello, is there no legs?

“Eh, Cheng! Why bengong? Borrow the knife, where?” Bujel awakened the mind of Via who was busy guessing with whom his neighbor was pregnant.

“Oh, knife huh? A minute.” Via took the kitchen knife on the shelf and gave it to Bujel.

The bujel with a fairly high posture with one slash managed to take a yellowish papaya mangkel.

“Wow! Great too, pretty. The size of mine is like.” Bujel murmured while equating the size of the papaya fruit with his anu fruit.

Via who saw Bujel's behavior from the middle of the door just smirked. Basic Bujel!

“But, it's mah long. I have a gombel wewe!” Bujel giggled himself did not realize that there was a Via that noticed him. “Punyaku will still be round and tight.” His lips pede to himself.

“Woy, Bottle! Scribbles! Haven't you? Want me to close it, the door!” Call Via who sees Bujel still fun nyama-nyamain fruit that he holds the same fruit that sticks to himself.

“Eh, yes ,, yes..!” Bujel quickly approached Via. “Kok you follow me call me Bujel anyway, Jeng?” Bujel protest. “Surely hit the Yanti deh!”

“E – Echem!” The Yanti who knew it was behind Bujel cleared a surprise. “What brings me everything?” Yanti Fierce.

“Eh! Do you know how nongol is?” Bujel even surprised who did not know with the arrival of Yanti.

“Pantesan aja from earlier I did not open the front door, Vi. Apparently there was a Bujel camper on the day.” Yanti glanced at Bujel. “Ya already there if it is finished, sought after the same pile of dirty clothes tuh!” Sinis Yanti on Bujel.

“Ish! I also ogah lama-ama here look there!” Reply Bujel jutek.

Yanti then entered through the back door and quickly closed the door.

THE HUT!

“Sadis, very the hell are you Yan?” Said Via inexhaustible.

“Biarin! If not, he will not go.” Sahut Yanti Cuek then stepped ahead of Via.

“Eh, Which Gio?” Ask Via who just realized Yanti came just by herself.

“O yes, briefly. I haven't even picked up the scroll yet.” Via returned to the kitchen to lift his cooking into a bowl and served it on the dining table.

“Woow! It's as good as it is, Vi. Really flirting with faith! Weight directly up if you often-often ngundang I eat well like gini.” Yanti comments while taking two rice dishes directly from the rice cooker.

Via just smiled.

Not long after the rice was not too hot, they immediately began to eat together. Yanti did not stop praising the cuisine of Via.

Meanwhile Bujel who had exited the courtyard of the house Via saw a black car driving slowly towards him. Bujel who did not care at first immediately stopped his steps when the car stopped not far from him.

A young man with a limited edition look came down and approached Bujel who was staring in wonder at the limited edition man.

“Excuse me, Mom..”

“Bu, Mom! Call me Jeng!” Bujel directly nyamber keki make the man limited edition salting itself.

“Eh, yes sorry. Excuse me, Jeng. Mau ride tanya.”

“Ask what? Don't bother, I'm thinking! My brain weighs a lot. From starting to think about home installments, motor installments, installments, cars, bank installments, & pot installments!” Cerocos Bay.

Young lalaki limited edition was just gawking at hearing it. For a moment he felt strange magical bin because the person he asked instead opened the secret of his own kitchen.

“Eh, game! What do you want? Even dumbfounded!” Omel Bujels.

“Oh, uh yes, sorry... anu, that ... Want what did I have?”

“Udin ..!!” A loud shout came out from a woman who got out of the car and approached the young man of limited edition who was none other than the Udin with an annoyed face. “For nagapain the heck are you? Just asked for a real old address from earlier!” Spray the woman who is none other than Bu Endang aka Bu Een.

“Eh, Yes Ma. This is also nanya.” Sahut Udin gelagapan.

Bujel who felt that he had never seen Bu Een before immediately looked at the appearance of Bu Een from top to bottom, from bottom to top.

The long Golden Necklace is almost nyampe pusher with a large, cross-legged pendant, ring on almost all fingers with a gemstone as large as a marble seed, and, plus the gold bracelet on the left and right hand of Bu Een whose geden almost equal the chain of garuda makes Bujel amazed.

Bussyet! Which planet is this thing? Jewelry one store dipake all! Inner Bujel while unceasingly his eyes continued to scan Bu Een's appearance.

Huh! So rich people! At best imitation of all the jewelry! Cibir Bujel in his heart but his lips sting upward made an understatement smile.

“Heh, why are you smiling like that?” Gertak Bu Een who does not like the look of Bujel who humbles him.

Bujel ampe shocked yelled so. “Eh, why the hell? Just ordinary! Very sensi situation!” Elak Bujel won't lose.

“It is polite to talk to your parents! Want me to snap your mouth, huh?” Bu Een glared as a screech squeezed his own hand.

Bujel reflex holding his lips. “Ih, very fierce! Also know not!” His grunt.

“Din, game! You asked not yet the address of Mirza's house with this puffer fish!” Bu Een glanced cynically at Bujel.

“What? Pufferfish?” Instantly Bujel glared unacceptable. “Body me clover, bohay bahenol gini arguablyin like pufferfish! Just indiscriminate! You old granny, a creature from the planet Pluto!” Reply Bujel furious.

Bu Een was in contact with the hit bales but Bujel was talking again.

“Eh, what was it? His home address is Mas Mirza?” Raut Bujel turned enthusiastic. “What is the old mother of the ancestors of these aliens nyariin gebetan I am the most handsome universe Mas Mirza aka Mas Chico Jeriko adore my heart?” Bujel's left hand ruffled his waist, while his right hand was busy holding a papaya mangkel with a curious look bin kepo because he knew Mirza.

Hearing Bujel's innumerable confessions was a shock of Bu Een's blood boiling up to the crown.

“Heh, pufferfish! Sassy yes your mouth, carelessly me my son scourge you! Not to me, Cih!” Ejek Bu Een with a violent face.

“What? Child?” Seeds Bujel Ampe eyes want to jump out so surprised. “Oh, no! Don't expect me to believe your words, Vampire! How could an old Vampire grandmother like this have a cute child, tamvan and cool macho bin kayak Babang Mirza?!” Bujel Cibir.

Bu Een exhausted his patience, if he really holds his scepter Mak Lampir already he cursed Bujel so a kidney stone so essmosi he heard the mockery of Bujel who bertubi.

“Sabar, Mom. Patience ..” Udin who had just listened to the unfaithful debate immediately calmed his employer who was about to explode. “Lifting we ask others. I think this mother is not sane, just out of the mental hospital she!”

“Hey, broom fish! What did you say?” Bujel glared at Udin this time.

But Udin was reluctant to respond, he instead invited Bu Een back to leave Bujel who then changed his mind.

“Wait! I know Mas Chico Jerico's house, uh .. Mas Mirza!” Call Bujel sonorous.

Bu Een and Udin stopped his steps. Bujel approaching.

“I. Mirza moved not long ago with his wife? Now he has gone sailing he said, his wife just lives alone at home.” Cerocos Bujel tries to take Miss Een's heart.

Bu Een narrowed his eyes, looking straight at Bujel.

“The ivory yellow paint is his home.” Show Bujel to Mirza's house. “The wife was inside. Just now I was from there abis ask for this papaya fruit.” Bujel without being asked.

Bu Een walked a few steps, observing Mirza's house, Bujel tailed Bu Een.

“So there's the Yanti neighbor end of the alley. He's really restless with his people. But I think Jeng Isyana ehh.. Jeng Via temen good with Yanti rest it. they often go everywhere bereng.” Bujel continued to babble because he began to believe that the old woman he called the ancestors of the aliens was his birth mother Mirza.

It's a kayak house, arrogant! Look, I will make you not feel at home living here, then you go back to your tacky mother's house, keep asking to separate from Mirza! Inner Bu Een with a cynical smile.

“You want to cooperate with me?” Bu Een turned back to look at Bujel.

“Cooperation?” Bujel was a little surprised. “Means?”

“Supervise all those female gestures!”

“Which woman?” Bujel. “Oh, Jeng Via means?” Continue to Bujel after a few seconds. “Kok is that anyway? Why then?”

“Not much to ask! You don't want to work with me to keep an eye on him. Report to me whatever you see!”

Bujel then smiled. “But not free.”

“Din! Get me my bag!” The Bu Een Order.

Udin immediately headed for the car and returned with Bu Een's bag of cans. Bu Een opened his wallet, Bujel had glanced at the thick wallet of Bu Een.

Wizuh! The real rich guy turns out to be this Lampir. Batin Bu Bu Bujel's.

“This is your reward.” Ms. Een gave her a piece of money of hundreds of thousands and a business card with the words of her grocery store. “And contact my number there if there is information means.”

Bujel looked at the business card and the money given by Bu Een alternated.

Hem, the sembako geezer was apparently the ancestor of this alien. I can benefit. Inner Bujel again.

“Ekhem.” Bujel berdehem. “Kalo cuman as wide as heck to buy pulses only less.”

Bu Een glared in annoyance. “Basic eyes duitan!” Fierce Bu Een while giving a piece of money hundreds of thousands more.

“Two sheets at most just make the contents of the quota ..”

“Nih! Another sheet!” Cut Bu Een to add a piece of money hundreds of thousands more. “That's the right price! But beware, if your information is not valid, I will ask for compensation 10x fold of the money!” Threaten Miss Een. Then immediately back of the body did not want to listen to Bujel's protest.

Bujel can only mengedumel, but then the smile expands.

“Bodo highly! The important thing is now I get money, mah business later!” Bujel fanned with 3 pieces of money hundreds of thousands and then stepped cheerfully towards his home.

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Ciye…. Bujel same Bu Een collaboration tuh….😁😁😁

Their duet pantes ya nicknamed poison duo, wkwkwkwk...🤣🤣🤣

Or does anyone have another name for them?🤔🤔😆😆😆

Okay, dear reader and dear othor, thank you for your appreciation.🙏🙏🙏😍😍

Hopefully not bored following the story of Via & Mirza..🤩🤩.

Wait up next yes,😊😊

Don't forget to leave a trace always😉😉😉

Luv u all🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘