Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
279. The President's disguise
Entering the holidays, Amran big family vacation to America. Amran's grandchildren want to meet Molly the twins Ghaida and Ghazali pet. Only Amran and Nabilla could not accompany their family on vacation in America.
This time they really focus on the affairs of the country that must visit from one country to another country or visit the cities that exist in the country.
The atmosphere of this holiday is a holiday that coincides with Christmas celebrations where winter becomes the destination of Amran's grandchildren in Indonesia. What's more this time Syakira first returned to her country after giving birth to her baby twins.
His sons were Zea Mahalini, Zacky Akbar and Mohammad Zacklin. They will also stay at opa Darwis and switch to Italy. Anyway, this vacation will be filled with exciting adventures for those who have grown up like their twin sons Bunga, Cintami and Nada. His twin son Adam was two years old and El was one year old.
"Molly. Our cousin's going on vacation at our house. Please don't be naughty because soon they will arrive..!" ghazali Pinta.
"Yes besti." Molly nodded happily.
"We're also going to Italy, Luciano's opa house. Do you want to come?" tawar Ghaida's. Molly was happy again.
"But, we will travel to the island of Kirrin because there is a lighthouse that has been unused" explained 4-year-old Ghazali.
"Have your parents allowed you to vacation there? Your height is still as high as an adult's calf" Molly wondered.
"Assynn...!" the cousins of Ghaida shouted while calling out to the twins.
"That's them, Molly. Let's welcome them...!" take Ghaida who has run forward.
The atmosphere turned into a fun. They embrace each other.
"Lho..! Where's Aunt Syakira and Uncle Adam?" asked Ghaida while looking ahead.
"Tante Syakira went straight to his house. Later just played here," said Dinar.
"Keep Raffi and Raffa?" ask Ghaida again.
"Of course to Oma Cyra's house. They went straight to California because they were picked up directly by opa Darwis. We're the only ones who don't have a brother here, other than you," Hanif chuckled to himself.
"Oh yes...! That's Molly..!" Ghaida pulls Dinar's hand to get acquainted with Molly.
"Hi Molly's. Finally we meet," said Dinar, hugging Molly, followed by Audrey, Hanan and Hanif.
"Kids. Let's eat first. Aunty has prepared your favorite food," invite Nada who is busy serving warm food on the dining table assisted with his servant.
"We're just the six. Raffa and Raffi should be here," upset Ghazali who has not had time to meet his twin cousin.
"They were only two days there. Will join us again. After eating we're playing snowman!" pinta Hanan's.
"alright. The six of us aren't as exciting either" Hanif said.
"Raffa and Raffi only appreciate the invitation to eat with oma and opanya who are celebrating Christmas. So, we have to give them a chance to get together with Oma and her opa" Ghaishan said.
"Oh yes, we forget that we have Oma and opa that are non-Muslims" said Ghazali who just understood.
"But to my knowledge Opa Darwis is an atheist," said Dinar.
"But they are very happy with the Christmas atmosphere, so let them have fun with your cousin" said Cintami.
"Yes my mom."
"Ok aunty."
A few minutes later, they were already busy playing with Molly in the back garden. Some ski and some make snowmen.
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In Indonesia, Amran and Nabilla were together in their home without their children and grandchildren. They were accompanied only by servants and house guards. Both are currently performing tahajud prayers at two in the morning.
After performing the tahajud prayer, Amran invited his wife to go undercover as an ordinary citizen to explore the streets of the capital. Both want to ensure the safety and comfort of the current capital.
"Are you ready, baby?" amran asked Nabilla who was wearing a very simple black abaya. Because they're going on a motor matic.
"It has. Let's go..!" take Nabilla directly sit behind Amran who is currently wearing a black jacket, mask and hat on the cover again with a helmet so that it is not easy to recognize.
Two presidential guards followed from afar. In fact, Nabilla had asked both of them not to follow but they did not want to violate the procedure.
On the streets of the capital, the two saw there was still a garbage scavenger carrying a sack and there was another beggar and homeless person sleeping in the storefront with a weathered cardboard sheet for bedding.
Amran pulled the motor over and took a deep breath.
"We should ask the reason for the scavenger's father," said Nabilla who had gone down wanted to stop the scavenger by pretending to ask for an address.
"Excuse me...!" sapa Nabilla.
"yes, ma'am."
"You want to ask sir's address, you know the Permata Hijau housing complex?" ask Nabilla.
"It's far from here mom. I'd better turn around again" said the scavenger.
"Thank you sir. Sorry, are you scavenging?" ask Nabilla.
"Yes Mom. It's my day-to-day job."
"Why not just open a business, sir?" ask Nabilla.
"What is mom? Everything needs capital. And I don't have the capital for that."
"Indeed there is no RT or RW section that records to be given business capital from the president? I got it sir," asked Nabilla feigned enthusiasm.
"I am not a native of Jakarta or domicile here with full papers. Me and my family live under the bridge ma'am, how I got that right" the scavenger said as he was making Amran very embarrassed.
"Which father lives on the bridge?" ask Nabilla again.
"Actually, we live moving around for fear of being kicked out by a PP satpol. So can't settle down either."
"Why not just go home?" ask Nabilla.
"A long time ago, when I was a child my parents took us to Jakarta by selling everything we had in the village. He used to have a house but got evicted. Now confused where to go home. Just surviving to be thankful."
"If you go back to the village, will you not?" Ask Nabilla.
"Everything costs money to go home and what can I do in a makeshift place?"
"Not to worry sir. Later my men will take care of the father and family. The important thing is that you want to go back to the village again, it has been very helpful than living in the cities of Jakarta," said Nabilla then say goodbye to the father after being visited by his bodyguard to record the whereabouts of the scavenger's father.
"Sorry sir. Who is that mother? Why did he ask my father to record me? Is he a very rich man?" ask the scavenger.
"Mr just spoke to this first lady. And the one on the bike was Mr. President Amran" the bodyguard said.
"What the hell....?" those scavenger eyes are glazed." So I just spoke directly to the first lady?" ask the scavenger between believe and don't.
"It's right sir. Now you have to get ready to go back to the village. Get ready sir, today we'll pick up dad. Don't go anywhere else. You're already in the president's data" the bodyguard said.
Amran and Nabilla continue their journey. Place both in the parent market area. Amran and Nabilla wanted to all shop for the kitchen because it was their day off even though they were only two hours in a private house before entering at 10 am to return to work at the palace and ready visit to different countries.
Nabilla was busy asking the price of fish, beef and chicken. Almost all types of vegetables ranging from the price of chili, onions and other spices that become agricultural commodities.
"Aren't you guys losing out on selling prices like this?" ask Nabilla.
"No Ma'am. Since changing the president, traders like us have been very helpful. Our trading is not quiet anymore because many people do not complain about the price of basic goods that have been set by the government" said one trader.
"Are there any complaints you'd like to make to the president?" ask Nabilla.
"What else should we complain about, ma'am if we have a president like Mr. Amran."
"There's Ma'am" said the merchant next door.
"What sir?" ask Nabilla.
"Wind shaking hands with him. Wanted to see his face. His heart is very noble" said the father should make Amran who stood next to his wife tremble.
"The president's father was an ordinary man and not a god. So, don't be too flattering for what he's doing for this country" Nabilla said.
"What's the matter, Mom? Did we misunderstand her?" ask the merchant in front of him.
"You only made the president's reward fall for your excessive praise. Because praise is appropriate for God, not for the president. So, if you ever meet him, don't praise him if you love the president..!" nabilla.
"But who is this mother? Why advise us as if this mother was a close person to the president?" ask the merchant, who was suspicious of Nabilla and Amran.
Degggggs....