THE BLESSING OF PICKPOCKETING
UNBELIEVINGLY

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Then the fat cockroach mentioned the name of a famous businessman in Solo, the leader of a large company complete with the name of his company and his full address

Everyone in the meeting room was silent in disbelief

"In order not to be mistaken, and do not become slander. I asked, is this your boss?" officers showed his phone to a camera that recorded the incident so that all participants at the hotel could see a photo of who was on the officer's phone, before showing it to a fat cockroach.

On the phone was seen a photo of a businessman whose name has been called by a fat cockroach earlier.

"More sir he's my boss he's my boss he's the one who gave me orders Okay thank you the officer replied.

All in disbelief when the video from Mr. Adnan finished playing on the laptop.

Farhat covered his face with both hands while Farahdina was sobbing for not believing the recording.  

Farouq immediately walked over to his uminya. He hugged his beloved mother.

John hugged his wife who was also sobbing.

"How is that possible?" Inspiration says lirih. Lesmana, still staring at the monitor screen that has returned to the wallpaper pictured police headquarters.

"That's a video from Mr. Adnan.  It is clear what and who did it!

"We also have evidence of a transfer on behalf of the perpetrator so obviously nothing should be leaked out of this space" Juned said.

In front of the door were three people who stood guard to anticipate there were listeners outside the family Basalamah.

"Sir Dina, Farhat, Farah and all of you must be patient. We won't catch the perpetrator before the party's over, because it'll be a scene."

"Later the person will come to your reception. He couldn't have not come to be invisible if he was the main star of yesterday's crime."

"I'll catch it after the reception takes place at least tomorrow morning." Juned Promise.

"Well we accept patiently" Farhat said.

Farhat still does not believe the perpetrator is a person who is very close to him and his son, Farah.

"There's another question?" Juny asked the audience. 

"No" answered some.

"Obviously this has nothing to do with Indra and Indra."

"If it has nothing to do with Indra and Indira, why should all come?" Lesmana.

"If only his wife or husband comes. Then once the meeting is over, the partner will ask for discussion. That's a leaky mission."

"Or if not a discussion, the couple will fuss because each will insist. One can not tell a story because it has been banned, his partner insistent on the urgent must be a story. Wouldn't that make it runnier?" Answer Juned straightforwardly.

"Get out of this room there is no discussion on this matter. Either fellow husband and wife or between brother and sister.  Discussions may be held after tomorrow afternoon because tomorrow morning maximum we will only execute the perpetrator."

"Your mouth is the key to the success of our mission. If our mission fails you will endure it. Until this meeting. Good afternoon.  Wassalamu'alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

Juned closed that meeting. No one can talk even though itchy mouth wants to talk.

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Accordance with Juned ultimatum. All out of the meeting room quietly do not want to talk much and do not want to be wrong because later it will be fatal.

"We snack in the afternoon, yok," Take Amie to the Princess.

"Out of snacking and ngeting in the meeting room, what else do you want ?" ask the son to Amie.

"Oh yes I want to take another cake," Putut ran into the meeting room again and took a lot of new cakes he came out.

"Ambun kui bojomu Noodle. Shame on me," seduced by the Princess.

" Ha ha ha, that's my beloved bojoku" said Amie without guilt. 

"Who's pregnant, who's cravings" jhon sneered as he walked away from them as he had to start in the groom's dressing room.

"Ojo ngenyek tho Mas. I am nembe ngerti kowe," said Putut while starting to chew the cake.

"You want what else?" Putut asked the madam.

"Pengen ngebakso spicy hot ngono lho Mas. Let this be your mouth because it's talking to me" said Amie.

"Bronghongin bojo the yo-eaters Dek," seduced Princess. They joke because they do not want to talk about the problem in the meeting room.

"We went to the cafe aja yuk," said the Princess. 

"I yo kepengen hot spicy meatballs, uh but yo want siomay too anyway," Princess instead confused to make a choice.

"Don't be Ma'am" said Amie.

"It's just that my son has friends."

Finally they both went to the cafe followed by their husbands for sure. Farah had separated because she had already prepared herself first. Farah and Jhon will begin to self-sufficient.

Amie ordered a meatball sauce. The Princess ordered a meatball dumpling sauce without noodles. Putut ordered nothing. He was busy chewing on the snack he had brought from the meeting room.

"Purchase siomay there," the princess asked.

"Why?"

"Later I will try" said the Princess again.

Putro ordered siomay according to his wife's wishes.

"Aren't you going to try your hand?" said the hotel official who wrote their order.

"There are shaved rujak, rujak bebeg and rujak iris," he said.

"I'm asking for a moderate shave, '" Putut said.

"Tumben," Amie teases her husband.

"Kepengen.  How do you think the horrors direct shaved kemecer imagine the delicious.

"You guys are pregnant sopo anyway?" princess says. As a doctor he knew what Putut was going through. Couvade syndrome. 

"I'm pregnant but I crave bojoku" said Amie, stroking her stomach.

"Boyak like me Ma'am. I do not abstain from cravings or vomiting. No fuss about getting pregnant.."

"Look off the fussy wae instead of Mas Putut" said Amie.

"It's good" said Putro.

"Yes Mas. Even delicious. So do not disturb the intake for the baby. He was not hard because he vomited. So all the food is for the baby." Putut.

"That is a bit of a hassle the milk should use ginger boiled water or green bean boiled water. But in other respects the baby is not fussy with vomiting.

"Nobody fussed about the baby" Putut praised the child-to-be in Amie's stomach.

"It's not that he's fussy grubby not maem fish," protested Putro.

"That's why my son realized he's Mas's farmboy son" said Amie.

"The farm boy knows that bapakes have a lot of fish" everyone laughed.

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Farahdina or Madame Basalamah was swept away by Ilham and Faruq to return to her room. He is devastated to see who the brains of the poison-inventing plan are for himself, his children and his son-in-law. 

"The mother must forget everything. Umi must forget all meeting results. We are now focusing on the reception of Aya and Jhon."

"Yes" said Mrs Basalamah.

"Umi bring supplements for stamina, don't you? ask Farouq.

"Greese. It's in Umi's bag" Faradina replied.

"Yes already drink it so as not to drop not lemes. We have to be strong until midnight the party is over" Farouq said.

The two boys took Uminya to his room.

"So Umi went straight to the dressing room where Aya was" said Ilham.

"Yes Bang Temenin Umi ya up to the dress room," Basalamah seemed a bit jolted if the way itself from his room to the dressing room.

"Umi's clothes are ready?" 

"Fest dress. Abi's clothes are also in the men's locker room" said Umi Basalamah.

"Yes, let's get ready later I anterin Umi to the girls' locker room all Umi in makeup.

"Come on." 

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