The Skewers House
Mas Adi's Request

Sayup sayup heard the sound of a train passing by, it was enough to make Mas Adi awake from his sleep. Mas Adi looked at the sky of the room that felt foreign. Mas Adi stayed for a moment, rubbed his eyes and finally realized, he fell asleep on the sofa of the living room of Sinta's house. Mas Adi glanced at the watch he was wearing, at 3am.

"Astaghfirullah . .," Mas Adi sighed. He did not think how it was possible to fall asleep so soundly in people's homes.

I heard the door open. Sinta exited the room wearing only a tight singlet t-shirt, with white hot pants slightly transparent. Mas Adi instantly shifted his gaze. Sinta is seen walking towards the kitchen.

The next few minutes Sinta was in front of Mas Adi wearing a sweater and carrying two cups of warm drinks.

"Please drink Mas," Sinta invited his guests to drink.

"I'm sorry Ms. Sinta, I overslept," Mas Adi looked down a little embarrassed.

"No pa pa Mas. I also did not dare to wake up Mas Adi. You see Mas looks very tired," Sinta smiled, looking beautiful. Mas Adi was a little wrong.

I heard a car sound on. Mas Adi immediately moved from his seat. He peeked through the window, slightly flipping the curtain attached there.

Black luxury car, license plate that is not familiar to Mas Adi. Pak Doto's car. Mas Adi narrowed his eyes, saw a beautiful woman enter the car Mr. Doto. Driver Pak Doto named Wiryo walked in a row carrying a suitcase and immediately entered the car. The next second, the car drove at high speed leaving a question in Mas Adi's mind. Where did the rich businessman go?

"Pak Doto," muttered Sinta, he also peeked out from behind the curtain.

"You know the woman who was in Mr. Doto's car?" Mas Adi asked Sinta. Sinta nodded.

"Name Leni. New kid here, Mas, young age. Below me for a year," Sinta gave an explanation.

Mas Adi listened to Sinta's words, even though his concentration was a little crumbling. Sinta stood next to Mas Adi, quite close. The smell of his body smells natural fragrance cradles Mas Adi's sense of smell.

"I can ask Sinta for help?" Mas Adi returned to his original seat.

"What Mas?" Sinta asked curiously.

"Please keep an eye on Leni after you get home. If you need to accompany him Mbak," Mas Adi propped his chin look thoughtful.

"In company of Leni?" Sinta asked again, it seems that he did not understand so well with Mas Adi's request.

"Yes, everyone who is declared missing has always been with Mr. Doto before. I was worried that Leni would have a similar fate," Mas Adi looked at Sinta, his face and his eyes sharp look terrifying.

"Mbak can't watch over Leni?," Mas Adi felt a little urgent Sinta.

"I Yes Mas. Alright, I understand," Sinta nodded quickly.

"So. .according to Mas Adi, the perpetrator who made the missing person is Mr Doto?" Sinta asked doubtfully in doubt, afraid of mispronouncing.

"Just take care. It is not permissible to accuse others without concrete evidence. It could be a slander Ma'am," Mas Adi sighed. He felt guilty asking Sinta to watch over Leni. What if Sinta talks about it with someone else? Wouldn't it be a matter of gossip, an accusation against Mr. Doto that is unprovoked.

"Hmm well Ma'am. The point is we can't just be accused and rash. This is all for the sake of Vira's friend Mbak, and also the safety of Mbak Sinta himself. I hope Mbak does not talk about this with others," Mas Adi again looked at Sinta sharply.

"Yes Mas, I understand," Sinta nodded.

Somehow Sinta really wanted to be helpful and useful for Mas Adi. Throughout his life Sinta always happens at will. He never likes to be organized or advised. However, looking at the man in front of her, she was eager to obey him, helping to ease her task. From the look in Mas Adi's eyes, Sinta felt that the man was just like her. A man full of sadness and loneliness.

"Bak Sinta I say yes first," Mas Adi stood up after finishing a warm drink given by Sinta.

"Ah, not later? Waiting a little bright. The streets were still quite dark," Sinta prevented Mas Adi, she felt like lingering with the man for a long time.

"Ah no Ma'am. The air of the clock was as fast as it was," Mas Adi looked at his watch back. Half 4 in the morning.

"Emmm fine then," Sinta finally relented. He immediately opened the exit to Mas Adi.

Cold air directly penetrated into the room. Sinta rubbed her arm, trying not to shiver.

"Mbak once again I apologize for falling asleep at Mbak's place," Mas Adi again apologized to Sinta.

"Never mind Mas Adii. . .What Mas Adi forgot is now where, here is the usual male stay Mas," Sinta smiled wryly. There was a bad taste in his heart talking like that to Mas Adi.

"Well, thank you, then. Thank you for letting me know very valuable information, thank you also for agreeing to my request earlier," mas Adi immediately said. An awkward atmosphere occurred between the two of them.

After that, with a little haste Mas Adi immediately turned on his motorbike and left Sinta alone on the porch of the house. After the departure of Mas Adi, Sinta realized that Mas Adi's thick jacket was left behind, hanging on the outer wall. Sinta took Mas Adi's jacket, hugged him. I smell the scent of that man. Sinta smiled happily.

"There's a reason to see you again Mas Adi," Sinta muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, Mas Adi drove his motorbike at high speed. He felt wrong when lingering with Sinta. The cold air that pierced through his thin clothes was tasteless. Mas Adi completely forgot about his jacket, which was on his mind he had to leave the house immediately Sinta. Mas Adi was embarrassed and clumsy in front of the woman. I don't know what happened, but it was his first time.

Elsewhere, Wiryo drives a car with a heart. Every now and then he glanced at the back seat, looking at his mistress who was engrossed in making out with a beautiful woman who might be the same age as her child. In his heart, Wiryo cursed, when he watched his master full n*fsu mocking the woman who was not his wife.

"Wiryo, we're going to a hotel near the airport. Later at 9 we will fly," Mr. Doto gave instructions to Wiryo, his old breath was a little breathless.

"Okay sir," Wiryo nodded quickly.

"There's no word yet from the roof? Have you met the prambudi jerk yet?," Mr. Doto again asked.

"There is no Master. There was no info whatsoever for the time being," Wiryo replied quickly.

"Yasudah, . .," said Mr. Doto. Then he looked back at the woman he had just picked up. Swiping a beautiful young face, while a mischievous smile was drawn between her lush and whitish whiskers.

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