Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 56

The aura of tension of two different men of that age, was still happening. The reason is, Daniswara will grant Arga marriage to my daughter but on one condition. Actually I'm upset, I want to feel like I'm bullying Daniswara. Hadn't he promised Ratri that he would approve of his relationship with Arga, but why was it still on terms of what it was. Although annoyed, I better hold back, listening to what conditions will be conveyed to Arga.

"What are the conditions, sir?" Ask Arga then, after a few minutes.

"You must be willing to manage Ratri's company in Surabaya." Daniswara's orders, half forced. My reflexes to wipe this chest were relieved to hear it. However, Arga seemed to disagree with the terms. I know what Arga thinks, as a man, he certainly does not want to be considered to rob the wealth of in-laws. But what's wrong if Arga relents. Uh! Two equally stubborn men.

The atmosphere was quiet again, Arga seemed to be thinking. "I'm sorry, sir, although small, I have started my own business. So, I'll expand my efforts." Push down Arga gently. It seems true my guess.

"Don't be stupid Arga! With you refusing my request, it means that you don't really love Ratri!" Grunts Daniswara, her face flushed red.

"I love Ratri Tuan, and I promise to support my wife with my own efforts." Keukeuh Arga's.

"Don't be stubborn you're Arga!" Daniswara snapped, of course, the entire house sounded including Mas Agus and also Ratri. Ratri pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

"Ratri, you better take a break, baby." Prevent me from holding Ratri's seat, but Ratri put away my hand, then approached the two men sitting opposite. While Mas Agus approached me.

"What's Rum?" Mas Agus asked whispered in my ear.

"We listen first" I replied. Then me and Mas Agus could only watch from a distance.

"Papa why the hell... If you don't have to use a shout" Ratri said gently down from the wheelchair. Arga quickly jerked Ratri's arm and helped him move into the chair.

"It! Ni! A stubborn man!" Daniswara. "You can't let Ratri get sick, take care of the company yourself!" Jerk Daniswara, grumpy. Arga returned to his seat.

"Papa. already." Ratri rubbed his papa body. While Arga looked at Ratri's face I don't know what Arga was thinking.

Daniswara then left my house without speaking a word in anger. No one was able to appease Daniswara, other than his wife Banuwati.

"Mas, why the hell if you give up a little, I heard what Mas and Papa were noisy about. I know, right now Mas Arga wants to get up soon, but please help my family," Ratri seemed to beg.

"I want to focus on my efforts Tri." Arga scooped his face, looking confused. Maybe on one hand want to please Ratri, but on the other. Arga wants to stand alone without anyone's help.

"Yes, I know, I better think about cooking. But if I may think. I think it would not be better if we just join forces. Symbiosis mutualism Mas. My company produces drinks, then food. I'm sure our company will advance rapidly." Ratri looked optimistic. Arga looks mangosteen, though,

I smiled at Mas Agus, listening to my daughter's brilliant idea, so it seemed like there would be a common ground. I hooked Mas Agus' arm, invited him to join them.

"Father has heard the steps that Ratri Ga will take. If you can interfere, according to Mr. Ratri's idea is very good," said Mas Agus, agreeing with me.

"Okay, I'll try." Arga relieved us all. Ratri smiled, raised his hand to help Arga move into a wheelchair. "I'm home." Pamit Arga ruffled Ratri's hair, then came out.

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A week later on Sunday I was going to the shopping market to sell tomorrow. For a week, Mbok Sri I asked for a day off, because I wanted to focus on taking care of Gayatri. Before we left, we had breakfast together.

"Mbok Sri. please call Jesi the Goddess." My orders. Because of the Sunday off work they are all relaxed.

"Good Mom." Mbok rushed up the stairs.

"I heard the talk of the Father with the Mother earlier, tomorrow the mother wants to start selling huh?" Ratri asked, while stirring Simbok's milk. He shaved a little, then put it back on top of the cup.

"Dear, pretty good, there are already many customers because of it," I replied. If not, the neighbors always ask.

"Truely said Ratri Rum, I have also started working right, now let me just find the money." Agus added. It is true that during this week my husband has started to get design services again. There's been three clients, they're all Daniswara's coworkers.

"It's okay, it's good" I replied. Not long after that the Goddess and Jesi had already descended. These two girls are already fragrant.

"Dad, Mom... Today I'm going to play with a friend's house, can't I?" Ask Jesi. It's a pity that my stepdaughter as long as her father and Ratri are sick never take a walk

"Where are your friends?" Cut Mas Agus. Mas Agus always make sure if his son is going anywhere should know his goal.

"Not far, well, his house is near the market."

"Today I will take you to Mekarsari." Cut Mas Agus. I forgot he said last night he was going to see his house. In the near future, Mas Agus invited me to move. But I refused, before Arin was arrested, certainly still truama.

"Next week alone Mas, we're there crowded." My proposal. Agus finally gave up. At the dining table there was a chat. Just sounding like a clanking spoon, 'cause we started breakfast. Breakfast was over and we were ready to leave.

"Emak just went with me." Said Jesi while pulling her motorbike.

"Let me take Jes." The goddess answered. True also said Dewi, if I am with Jesi, the return of kudu ride ojek.

"Okay..." Jesi. The Goddess followed, driving in tandem, while I was piggybacking the Goddess. In the middle of the trip exactly where the seller of wet pastries, my eyes were fixed on one of the motorcycles parked on the side of the road.

"Stop Wi." I pat the Goddess's shoulder.

"What's the matter Mak?" The goddess suddenly. In front, Jesi also stopped, maybe he saw from the rearview mirror. Without answering Dewi's question, I immediately got off the bike, walked quickly to the parked motorbike. Not wrong again, this is Ratri's motorcycle that went missing 6 months ago after I looked closely.

"God! Why are you looking at my bike?! Want to swing?!" Hardik women, who wear shorts show thighs and sleeveless shirts.

"You stole my bike! This is my son's motor!" I held the motor so as not to be taken away again.

"God! Don't nag me!" The woman also held the motor handlebar. We throw fierce gazes at each other.

"This woman is Mom Mak's friend, she once ruffled Mother's residence!" Jesse's sarcasm. He just came in maybe parked first. His eyes looked at the face of the menor woman.

"It's Ratri Jes's bike, I'll take it back." I said, then looked back at the menor. "Where's the key!" Ketusku. Raising the palm of the gangan.

Plaque!

On the edge of my palm apparently menor defiantly. I backed off, standing next to Jesi who wouldn't take off my bike. "Jes, call the police quickly." My whisper took over the bike.

Plaque!!

Jesi and I were shocked when they heard the Goddess's sudden hand slap, causing the woman to stagger backwards.

"Goddess" Lirih the woman looked at Dewi nanar, holding her cheek, apparently they knew each other.

"Se! You're Surti! What kind of woman are you! To sell your own friends!" The Goddess' tears fell.

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