Nackal Duda
Story of Mba Inah

Utari

"Do I need to get in or get here?" ask Mr. Adi as soon as he arrived in front of the security complex.

"It's enough to get here, sir. Thank you so much you would bother to take me here." I said sincerely.

Can't imagine if Mr. Adi didn't drive me, what time do I wait for an empty taxi? Fortunately, he wanted to take me.

"If it's outside of class, you can call me Mas Adi. Don't be so formal. Let's just say we're friends." Adi said with a smile.

Honestly, Mr. Adi is very handsome. It was during a short break that I heard my classmates talking about it.

"Such a handsome Mr. Adi. Still single again!"

"Yes. Is there anything more beautiful than Mr Adi? Model is not but handsome."

"The cool thing is, although handsome and young but his career as a chef in one of the famous restaurants deserves a thumbs up. His fingers flick once more if again decorate the cake. We're the only women like really bleached eh she sparkles so!"

I held back the laughter of hearing the gossip of my fellow course. Don't just know them that my husband is more handsome...

"How come I'm daydreaming!" said Mr. Adi surprised me.

"Ah yes! Pardon me! I have arrived yes! Thank you very much Mr. Adi."

"Mas. Don't call sir outside. I look so old!" his protest.

"Yes, thank you, Mom."

I got out of the car and walked into the compound. The security guarding the complex smiled at me. They already know me because I often buy vegetables at the greengrocer .

Mas Adi's car has left the complex. I walked to the front of the house. It was also quite hot on the road outside with the sun shining so hot.

As I walked, a car honked behind me.

Tin!

I gasped in shock, the owner opened the car windshield and laughed at me. "Ha.ha... Still hot walk like this? Her husband is stingy, don't you buy a car? Or don't have money to buy his wife a car?"

I stopped my steps and folded both my hands on my chest. I looked at Madam Tara with clinging.

"What do you mean talk like that? What Om Agas gave me was more than the price of a car. Don't insult my husband, Ma'am. He's a good husband to me!" I said firmly.

Tara then got out of her car which she put in front of her own house.

"Omm? Calling your husband Om? Not wrong? I'm not insulting your husband! You are too baper! I'm nanya, is your husband stingy and do not have money to buy his wife a car? Where did you insult him from?" sindir Tara felt that what he said and did was not at all wrong.

I smiled cynically. "What's wrong with calling your husband Om? I respect my husband who is older than me but doesn't want to make him feel very old. Om's call suits him. But if you make fun anyway call him darling."

"Oh yeah? The bodo! I don't want to know! Report it later with your husband if he returns home with another man! Want to follow in my footsteps who cheated on Agas? Don't dream! You're level different than me!"

I shook my head to hear the spicy words of Madam Tara. "Mbak why is it the same for me? I think I hate it! What is my fault, huh? Is Ma'am too jealous I'm married to Om Agas? Jealousy is not an excuse. I've always tried my best as a neighbor. But why do I feel like Mbak keeps cornering me and saying hurtful things? Are you happy with being like that?"

"Oh, sure. I am happy with my life!" tara answered proudly.

"No need to answer Ma'am. Because the one who undergoes and feels is Mbak Tara himself. I don't need to know because it's none of my business. Thank you for reminding me to report to Om Agas if I was escorted home by my course teacher. I'll go in first Ma'am, excuse me!" I left Madam Tara with her face annoyed because I'm the fool who managed to get back at her.

"That's right! Very bummer!" grumbling.

"Who's doing Non Dance?" ask Mother who made me jump in shock.

"Oh my goodness, Mother! Dari thought Mbak Inah had gone home!" I patted my chest to calm his rhythm that was racing with shock.

"not yet. It's really hot outside. Mau street males. No work anywhere else. It is better to go to school at Mr. Agas' house." replied Mbak Inah.

"We're juicing fruit, Ma'am. It's so late at noon that you drink juice!" take me.

"That's okay Non." replied Mbak Inah with enthusiasm.

I took the fruit out of the refrigerator. "Sir, I change clothes first. Can I please take no mango?"

"Can dong, Non. Just relax!"

I changed my clothes in casual clothes and put the bag containing the course notes today in the room. I went back to the kitchen and Madam Inah was done peeling it.

Wash the fruit before putting it in the blender. I added ice cubes and sweetened condensed milk and then lighted the blender.

I'd rather have the milk taste than wear a juicer. In the house of Om Agas there are all the juice equipment.

I poured the juice equally for two glasses. I took out the cake I made at the course and enjoyed it while drinking juice.

"It's made Non Dance too? It was delicious! Jago Non Dance for him!" praise Mbak Inah.

I smile. "It still has a lot to learn, ma'am. I hope Om Agas likes it."

"Like sure. Mr. Agas likes home cooking. Maybe bosen's eating out. I just love cooking for Pak Agas and always eat. Mr. Agas is actually good, dear ex-wife is too hurt his heart."

"Mbak Inah has been working with Om Agas for a long time?" my many. I became curious and wanted to extract information from Mbak Inah.

"The old age is Non. About 5 years. I used to work with Mama and her Dad Mr. Agas. His house is not far from here. Then Mr. Agas married the same Ma'am Tara. Ma'am Tara does not want anyone else in his house, so I keep working at the house of Mama Papanya Pak Agas,"

"When Mr. Agas divorced with Ms. Tara, I took care of him together with his mother. Mr. Agas used to be very messed up when he was sued for divorce from his wife. Not want to eat. Frustrating weight. Until finally Papa Mama sold all his property for the sake of Mr. Agas can rise."

"Selling the treasure how is Ma'am? Just found out about me!" I think Om Agas is rich from birth.

"To finance his business Mr. Agas. But Mr. Agas is smart. Just a minute his papa's money's back. Papa Mama Pak Agas mutusin lives outside the city because it has already opened a business there. Then Madam Inah was told to cooperate with Mr. Agas deh since Papa and his mother moved, until now."

"Pity is Om Agas." I murmured slowly. True my guess, Om Agas is actually good but because life is too cruel for him so it turns into nackal.

"Yes but that was before. Now Mr. Agas is married to Non-Tari. The task of Non Dance is to make Mr. Agas happy. Don't hurt his heart anymore. People say a broken heart hurt me. A broken heart both times can make a crazy person!" mother Inah's Advice.

"Yes Ma'am. Hopefully I can be happy Om Agas huh Mbak. Honestly, who the hell am I if dibandingin with Mbak Tara? Far! There's no end to his nails. Ma'am Tara is smart, beautiful and comes from a distinguished family. His social status is high, different from mine." I complained.

"Don't do it, Non. Social status does not guarantee happiness. If indeed Mother Tara loves Mr. Agas, will not play fun behind. I just don't think I can work here. Afraid of being caught!"

"Jaudah Maud. I cook first. Later Om Agas come home I am not ready and neat."

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