
They had reached the apartment and Excel's intention to stay up to the top of the mountain had not disappeared. Even he occasionally stole a glance at Abel while driving, seeing if Abel did not mind asking for it earlier.
Abel's car is still in the police station, not because it was seized but Excel asked Abel to leave his car so they could go home with one car and later there will be a man who Excel sent to retrieve it.
After pressing the password code of the apartment, they entered in contrast to before where there were only the two of them. Now there is a woman aged 40 years and over who welcomes them in the living room. "Good night ladies and gentlemen".
"Who's brother ?".
Abel was surprised to find a stranger, before leaving for work the apartment was filled only by them but when he came home there was someone else. Moreover, the person was waiting for the apartment and he felt like a guest.
"This is our new assistant bi Yati who will take care of all our needs". Evidently.
Because Abel was still traumatized from the explosion, he did not dare to go into the kitchen and could not prepare a meal for Excel, during this time Excel prepares food while he just prepares clothes for the husband to work and put them in the washing machine. I don't know why Abel feels like a woman who is less able to serve her husband.
"This lady's name is Abel, you can call her Abel's mistress". Excel introduced Abel to bi Yati, as the mistress here and he hopes the workings of bi Yati will make Abel happy and all his needs can be bi Yati prepared.
"Hallo bi I'm Abel". Abel reached out his hand to greet bi Yati but bi Yati felt awkward because he was just a maid who felt unworthy of being treated as an equal.
"Why bi ?". Abel was surprised because his hands were still hanging in the air and not immediately in the hands, bi Yati even put the two hands together like a traditional Javanese salaman.
"I don't feel good madam, I don't deserve the same hand job mistress because I'm just a maid. "uhh". Bi Yati was shocked because Abel shook bi Yati's hand forcibly.
"Auntie don't say that, even though bi Yati is a maid but still bi Yati human who must be treated is no different".
Abel was taught by Mama Dina that whatever one's profession he must appreciate even though he has power and money. But more important is humanizing a human.
And he believes that bi Yati is a good person, in the future he will trust him more because he himself is busy if he still has to take care of Excel and company needs at once. And the existence of bi Yati work can be lighter.
"Moga bi Yati at home our cooperation". Excel Sayings.
"Yes, madam".
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The door of the Excel workspace opens and displays a middle-aged man who just walks in without knocking on the door first. He could only shake his head to see the papi waltzing in and sitting casually in front of him.
"Batai tumben here ?". He asked after his attention was diverted from the computer screen, he was curious about the arrival of the papi who suddenly without any news first as usual.
"Yes papi wants to visit you, how is your marriage okay ?". Ask Papi Jimmy and take the hourglass decoration that is on his desk Excel, he flips until the contents come up and down.
"It just so happens that Papi asks, I also have someone to ask Papi". Excel took something that was in his desk drawer, since the existence of the object in Abel then the marriage threatened the conflict that appeared too early. Fortunately, there was no conflict. And he immediately took away so that Abel would not know again.
Papi Jimmy took a bottle of medicine that he had previously given as a wedding gift and when he chuckled at the existence of a drug that he himself had never used but used as a wedding gift for his son, as well as a guinea pig.
"So how does it work, how many rounds did you do it ? if it's good I want to feel it too who knows your mom likes it". Excel can only shake his head, he would like to shake his papi head if he does not remember if it could be quality.
"I'm serious about Pi because Abel's drug misunderstood me and he even put it on Instagram until people thought that he was being endorsed". Excel was upset half-dead when he remembered the incident and even he was also embarrassed because he also joined the photo and in a post on his Instagram page Abel.
Rice has become porridge and the one who has seen it cannot be told to forget, can only try to be patient and pray in the heart so that people who have seen it can quickly forget the post Abel.
"Ha ha ha". Papi Jimmy could not hold his laughter anymore, he could imagine how embarrassed Excel was then, and did not expect that his gift would be a bomb that would humiliate his own son with such ridiculous things.
"Why don't you become a movie star or commercials there must be a lot of sales if you advertise it, oh or do you want to be a brand ambassador of our products in the US all can be cost-effective ?". It seems that Papi Jimmy loved to tease Excel, he even let out tears in the corner of his eyes from laughing too much.
Papi Jimmy tried to calm down and neutralize his laughter so as not to upset Excel. Then he tried to divert the conversation and asked how far Excel's marriage had progressed. "Have you been able to give me a grandchild ?".
"What does papi mean even my marriage and Abel have only been running for a week? ".
"Hey did you forget that you've tasted it before, who knows you've been saving up to give me a grandchild after all your marriage is too sudden like someone who is being chased for time so as not to give birth immediately before marriage".
"Pi stop, we used to be just an accident and after that we didn't do it again before we got married, even Abel is currently coming months how could she be pregnant pi ?".
"Well I'm disappointed that your banana is not working, do you want me to teach you the style so that you can get pregnant quickly ? your mama immediately pregnant you when me and your mama first tried it anyway now is the time to save before marriage so after marriage they just open the tube".
"Did papi not want to see a doctor who knows Papi has gone crazy ".
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Sorry yesterday was not up, I really do not have time to write