Kidnapping a Wife Candidate
Chapter 38

The sun was felt above the head. Twelve hours and fifteen minutes later, Lightning was still seen lifting a sack of cement on his shoulders. Only biweekly he worked building porters, his white skin was already tanned and his face was grumpy due to excessive sun exposure. His skin was already on fire and his palms were rough.

However, it was no big deal to Lightning. He still sincerely slammed his bones to be able to support Vay.

"Tir, here rest first, uda at twelve loh. You are too diligent. Sono to Pak Deni, there is a ration of good food again."

Lightning gave a thumbs up to Mahmud who shouted giving him instructions from a distance. All the porters have been seen holding food styrofoam which he said got rations again. Incidentally, he did not bring a box of rice.

After washing his hands clean, Lightning also approached the foreman who is often called polite Mr. Deni.

His friendly smile immediately greeted him. "This is for you, Tir."

Lightning unkindly received the white food box from Mr. Deni's hand.

"Well, it smells like spaghetti, sir." guess Lightning. He immediately missed Vay because the food was his wife's favorite.

"Yes, Tir. Seems like. It's a deal from the boss. He said today is his wife's birthday. Uh, uh, how did you even get in the bag? Eaten dong!"

Lightning smiled clumsily. "This meal is my wife's favorite, sir. Let him eat it later," Lightning hid his sad face because in these two weeks, he had not been able to provide good nutrition for Vay. Hopefully, his wife is not skinny. Fearing, Nata will later swear at the meaning because it is considered not to be able to feed the child just the wayangnya.

"Oh, so. Not if it's for your wife. And here I give again to you. Eaten ya."

"But the others, sir?" Lightning does not feel good if you have to take someone else's ration. Pity the man he took his rights to.

"Big bosses deliberately overcount. Everyone has got rations. Take it."

Thank God, sustenance is not going anywhere. A calm lightning bolt picked up the styrofoam box and then approached his skin friends who were gathered on the shady side of the building.

Lightning put his butt near Mr. Mahmud who until now still staring at the food horror in front of him.

"Later to be eaten by flies, sir," teased Lightning as he opened the box.

"I was astonished tea to see it, Tir. Mienya big big. There was a lot of meat and cheese. Keep on wearing chopsticks anyway. Rich people's food is weird."

Lightning smiled faintly at the babbling of her co-worker.

"Loh, loh, you're a great tea guy eating it with chopsticks." Mahmud looked at him in amazement. "Look at the other fathers, use the hands of all." added the Father. And Lightning followed the direction of Mahmud. Sure enough, most of his old friends ate his spaghetti by hand.

"Hehehe... Mr Mahmud want me to teach you?"

"You dong."

Lightning kindly taught the man who might be his Papa age. However, Mr. Mahmud who could not work, finally upset. He gave up and ended up picking up a special Italian food.

Lightning smiled amusedly. Without a word again, he also ate the pleasure of returning one of his favorite foods.

Outside the project, Mr. Deni who has finished dividing the food evenly, immediately report to the big boss who is none other than Nata himself.

"Den Lightning has already taken his ration, Boss. He refused to eat because he was going to be taken home to his wife, he said. So, I give it two."

Nata just nodded behind the slightly open car window.

"Remember, Deni. He's my son-in-law. Don't let him get hurt again like a work accident yesterday, I don't want later that ends up sad is my only child."

"Well, Mr. Nata." Although kepo, why a conglomerate son-in-law could be a building porters, Mr. Deni still did not dare to ask Nata. Could be kicked later to be a foreman.

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While on Vay's side, he was busy ironing the clothes belonging to the neighbors, so distracted by the knock of the door out there.

"Who the hell, do not know what else is busy," grumbled Vay while putting the iron in a stand-up way.

Chequek...

The door is open. Looks like a man in a uniform still wearing a ninja helmet. The eyes alone are invisible to Vay.

"Mistake address!" ketus Vay to the courier who felt he didn't order anything.

"Si Anying, it's me!" The voice of the stranger opened the helmet.

Purnama clucked in annoyance. He thought he would get a cipika cipiki or a hug longing for friendship while there was the word, 'Gue kangen, ' but that is only in the soap opera ftv alay. His poor orok friend seems to be now even shaking his forehead while asking, "Where are you, if I come here, eum?"

Ama immediately barged in, then replied, "Who else if not lo bin Utan's sister-in-law." Beautiful ball of full moon twisting eyes pay attention to the house of two plots Vay. "Neng Bule, you're poorer than me." She said ceplas.

Vay did not answer, he sat down cross-legged in front of the piled up clothes.

"If you're thirsty, noh there's a stove. Make your own tea, or noh gallon water. Take it myself, I'm busy___."

"Crazy, gosokan clothes lo a lot of beut. Uh, that's what a sack shirt is. Gede beut the Vay, whose clothes? Ah, you're in a hurry to wash scrub, huh?" Purnama shock saw clothes stacking, some were neatly arranged and some were still messy. What is the suffering of this conglomerate's child to be willing to be a hurry to wash rub?

"Hem... Thus, Ama. That's why I helped my husband again. Don't make that face. Ugly swear or I call Abian here." Vay smiled faintly at Purnama's lips when he heard the threat. He just doesn't want to be pityed like the water of the Full Face just now.

"Campret is lo, Vay. Look out for info to Abiotic that, I roll lo, Vay."

"Haha..." Vay laughed off hearing Abian's good name turn Abiotic.

"Let's come here to take a look at the beautiful noki lo noki, Vay. Relax, I pay. But the cake is busy."

"As you can see." Vay answered lightly. A long grinning wide. "Gue wants to, Ma. But you help me finish my job, how?" Vay was actually very heavy with his best friend, but he was deliberately not shown.

The Pupil of the Full eye is wide-balled. "I mean, should I join in?"

Vay nodded sweetly. Then said casually, "And we're friends to death," his god as he chuckled amusedly at the sight of the full-eyed ball twisting lazily.

"OK deh. Demi can hang out with you today. The thing is, Neng Bule. Do you have any other scoops?"

"Relax, there's Juleha's mother who is reliable. Oh, you sit in my place. Wait for me while I start ironing this. I want to borrow the ironing of a rented mother first."

Full by force. For the sake of friendship with Vay, he was willing to follow all the orders of his best friend who had been together since sitting in the first grade.

Vay wasn't long outside, he had already come carrying another iron. They work while exchanging their own life stories, not forgetting the laughter tucked between them. Until the work is finally done.

"Gilaaak, my waist is gouty, Vay." The full moon is lying on the cold floor. "Lo must be tired beut yes, noon nyetrikain many clothes, and the night lo ironed Lightning on the mattress. Oh...kok lo nimpuk me anyway, Vay?"

"Ezum anyway!"

"Haha..." Purnama laughed off seeing Vay's face blushing red. "How many rounds a night, Vay?"

"Crazy yes, you are indeed gesrek. Still single uda nanya so. Or you don't don't bukalapak outside there ya__..." This time, it was Vay who complained of pain when Purnama grabbed her hair.

"I'm very unclean if to sell my reward* smooth. Nyuk loss. Mending I rob noh contents of my Mami's wallet which every month hide hide away give me pocket money on this run."

Vay was just dumbstruck to get a scolding Purnama who did not accept the bukalapak.

" Yes sorry. The mouth of the virgin lo graze to something unnatural anyway." I haven't rasain the first night yet, he said in his heart.

And the debate ended. Both are already on the road with Purnama driving a matic motor that has been cool to the maximum because it has been modified as neatly as possible.

"Eh, Ama. Stopin motor!"

Cekkits...

"What the hell, Vay?"

"That's, in the project, isn't that my husband?"

Purnama follows Vay's line of sight. "Who is your husband?"

"Si anying! Lightning is! Look well, not my eyes. Or am I just the wrong one to see?"

Ama squealed and focused more on the man who had just lowered the cement on his shoulder that he had taken from the top of a truck filled with stacked cement. " Yes, Vay. That's Lightning!"

Degs...

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