Tiger Vs Miss Kitty
Eagle's Order

With a body that feels tired, Rihana drags his body stepping across the yard of Mr. RT's house. For eight hours he spent on the trip and now all he wanted was a soft bed.

Rihana glanced at Mr. RT's house from the front. He sighed in relief, at least Mr. RT's house was much better than Mr. Mansur's rash.

Then Rihana knocked on the door with a weak knock while hoping that the door would be opened by the owner of the house.

"Excuse me," shouted Rihana who was hoarse and tired.

Before long, the door rattled open and there appeared a man with a bushy mustache and also a distended stomach. The man also wears a peci that is characteristic of the RT chairman that is in the soap opera.

The man looked at Rihana from top to bottom. Making Rihana himself embarrassed because his appearance was now really messy.

"Please come in, Mba? Can I help you?"

Impatiently, Rihana went straight in once Pak RT shifted his body leaving an empty space that Rihana could pass through.

Then he sat on an old sofa in the living room. For a moment, Rihana again gave a view where the living room was quite comfortable even though it was far from luxurious.

Rihana also expressed his intention to stay in Rawuh Village for a few days. He also recounted Mr. Mansur's suggestion that Rihana would stay at Mr. RT's house during his stay.

Mr. RT did not concern the arrival of Rihana. He receives Rihana well and shows Rihana's room facing directly from the princess' room.

"Siti," shouted Mr. RT calling his son's name.

At that time Rihana was stunned because the name of Pak RT's child was exactly the same as the name of the woman who had brought the cat.

Rihana heard the sound of footsteps getting longer and more clearly heard. The curiosity inside the chest made Rihana turn towards the door.

He stared fixedly at the door to wait for the arrival of Siti, the son of Mr. RT.

Then suddenly, Rihana jumped in shock. He even stood up from his seat when he saw the woman who had brought the cat now in front of him.

Likewise with Siti who was shocked half dead. He widened his eyes and his body was instantly nervous.

"You?" Siti and Rihana are together and they point at each other.

"Lho's? You guys know each other?" Mr. RT asked while looking at Rihana and Siti in turns.

Mr. RT smiled, stood up, then patted Siti and Rihana on the shoulder. "Thank God that's it. I don't need to know you, do I?"

Then Mr. RT stepped away leaving Siti and Rihana who were still standing. The two of them looked at each other with slightly gaping mouths.

A few moments passed, Siti could only resign. He knew Rihana would definitely take revenge and trouble him next time.

Therefore, Siti must remain vigilant with Rihana. If necessary Siti who must make Rihana not feel at home living in his house.

"I'm so tired again. So, please, tell me where my room is," said Rihana who is currently powerless to resist fatigue.

"Come, come with me" said Siti who then walked into the other room. 

Rihana deliberately left her suitcase in the living room and only carried her body that felt sore in each joint.

Then Siti stopped at a door that seemed to be Rihana's room. Then both of Rihana's eyeballs sparkled instantly.

"This is your room but…"

He immediately ran and entered the room without a second thought. However, once inside, the smile on Rihana's lips disappeared instantly upon finding a room filled with dust.

"What's? What'sthis?" peekik Rihana could not accept getting a dirty room like that.

Rihana turned her body to protest at Siti but late, Siti first closed the door tightly and locked it from the outside.

"Sssiii!"

The screams of Rihana in the room echoed, combined with the sound of laughter from Siti who ran outside the house.

"Let's know the taste of the town boy."

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Some days Mr. Mansur is happy because his daily work is getting lighter thanks to the arrival of the son of his former boss.

Plus the ex-boss' son, aka Tiger, brought two male friends. Make the daily life of Mr. Mansur more relaxed.

Like this afternoon, Mr. Masur who usually arrange grilled catu, now just stay sitting on the terrace while enjoying a cup of coffee and snacks in the form of boiled cassava.

Pak Masur's gaze continued to pay attention to three young men from the city who were arranging and splitting firewood.

Pak Masur's lips curved upwards forming a smile when he saw Tiger who was very troubled to cut firewood. While two of his friends he told to organize and bring him into the kitchen.

Ayia…

Ayia…

The sound of old-fashioned cell phone belonging to Mr. Mansur stored in the pocket of the shirt. Immediately, Mr. Mansur took the old-fashioned phone and picked up the phone from the Eagle.

"Hello, my former boss."

"Sir Mansur, how is my son progressing there?" The eagle asked to the point without any further ado.

"Yes, he's like a city boy in general. There is still difficulty adapting to the conditions in the village," said Mansur while continuing to pay attention to Tiger who wipes sweat using the back of his hand.

"Hmm, is that it?" The eagle muttered with a frowning forehead looking like it was looking for an idea. He continued, "Please tell my son, if as long as he lives in the village, I will not give him monthly money. So he's the one who's got to make the money."

Mr. Mansur jumped in shock to hear the Eagle's ucaoan. He even choked on the coffee he was drinking.

Mr. Mansur coughed for a moment, then asked, "Is the Boss sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Because if he keeps getting money from me, he'll do it anyway. What's more I heard, Tiger's girlfriend is coming after him to the village."

"Yes, right, Boss."

"Then give me my message. Let him make his own money in the village. Whatever the way," said the Eagle firmly.

"Good, Boss."