The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 103 Our house

Today it is deliberately closed so that the fence of the house is closed tightly and close writing is installed in front of the fence. After feeding the chicken, Mita set out to check the construction of her new house which she said had been completed just waiting for the next order, want to be continued or stopped here.

"Where are you going?" tanya Nuri when passing in the kitchen. Wanting to eat breakfast seemed to but who was confused to see the empty dining table, he did not dare to ask about food.

Not that Mita does not know, the basis of ndableg (hard head) has been said to learn to take care of the household itself, still likes to secretly eat what your mother cooks. Today deliberately mother should not cook and be invited out so as not to be told to be with him.

"Streetings." deliberately heating up. Feeds eaten he looks jealous.

"Why should you take your mother instead of me who is still a family?" tanyanya sewot's.

"Ngajakin mbak much want,ngabisin money I mending ngajak mak nyenengin parents who really love me not only love my money." said Mita.

"Have ah I gone,ayo Mak we go for a walk!"

"We're eating at kak Yahya's restaurant richly fried duck delicious?"

"Or is the sweet-sour crab still holding me?" deliberately speaking loudly to be heard and getting hotter. Occasionally pranking his sister-in-law, his heart is satisfied.

One hour drive they get to the destination after previously stopping by the ATM check the contents of his savings are specific to the yutub account and it has been transferred. More than last month in fact, Alhamdulillah.

"Whose house is this?" ask the mother who looks confused while observing around. Very large land with a simple building and quite large. It can already be occupied but there is still much to be tidied up. Looking around that has not been a lot of building stands, only a few house buildings.

"Our house."

Mother followed Mita who walked into the house, apparently Yahya had been waiting inside while observing the shape of the building with some people who could be sure they were builders.

"Assalamu alaikum uh who has a house even came later yah hihihi.." Yahya spontaneously turned back when he realized his arrival while smiling satisfied. Satisfied to be able to meet after almost two months of not meeting, last met when Dani married.

"Waalaikum salam.." simultaneous reply from them.

"For sir! It was morning too!" sapanya friendly.

"Is Alhamdulillah done?" while walking around looking at the shape of the building.

"Alhamdulillah is good" he said with a satisfied smile.

"Father and dummy for yah?"

"Yes mbak..."

"Oh well introduce my name Mita. Thanks for waking up the house, sir!" From the beginning of the construction of the house was handed over to Yahya.

"Yes to Mita."

"You want to ask sir if you want all installed ceramics about how much it costs sir?"

"And how long does it take?"

"The problem is to be occupied immediately." Yahya who listened only listened did not want to ask even though he was actually curious about his intentions.

"The price of ceramics of sorts, if the cheap starts the price of fifty thousand per meter. For the area of the house 10 times 10 this is just multiplying it to be a hundred meters or a hundred boxes, the terrace has not been counted."

"Sand is probably about two trucks."

"For a cement buy ten first if less can buy again." the person honestly explained up to the roots, open.

"Mbak Mita buy ceramics alone so that you can choose the color as desired and want what price? How's it?"

"The father points out a subscription building store here that can be trusted and can nego for the price."

"If the problem is how long the pair depends on how many workers the porters?"

"How many usually?" ask Mita.

"Two porters three, how long can it be?" ask Yahya.

"God willing, ten days at most."

"Ok let's go on my holiday!" sahut Mita's.

"Take my car." Mita nodded in agreement to bring along the mother who just followed without saying much.

The car stopped right in front of the building store with the inscription "Toko building Ahmad Jaya" kanya according to the name of the owner. Once down Mita was like a magnetic field that managed to attract the attention of the people around her. Mita had to nod, not pleasing to the eye like that, should wear a mask earlier so as not to be the center of attention.

"Wah tumben-tumbenan the arrival of the beautiful angel dream what I was last night, usually also who came the mothers of the daeran chatty if not the gold-gold and the fathers of the builders. Both have a sword. This is asiiiik. It feels like getting vitamins, it refreshes the eyes." chirped a young official with excitement as he approached.

"You want to help what's beautiful? Please!" the father immediately confronted.

"Surge..got know what already has a sidecar.it!" point the father with eye movements toward Yahya who only smiles and Mita who is just silent. Just let the father talk incorrectly which is important he was saved nested by the man who looked at him with a flirtatious smile.

"Bos I lost far you are as handsome and charming." Mita shook her head, you speak your language gw, greetings.

"Suit equally saucy." proudly praising in front of others until Mita looks shy and embarrassed made.

"Boss wants to see ceramics!" the store boss even looked the same beauty Mita who looked with a smile so did not hear the father's words.

"Bos don't do it, no one has it. The boss is tajir but the bachelor is weathered so I suggest you find a commensurate." by the way los, extraordinary or extraordinary no difference his face remains flat.

"Boss we want to see ceramics!" just realized from the wild.

"Oh yeah come on!" the boss immediately gave way, offered himself to be a guide to the path of aji mumpung he met cute girl.

Until the ceramic example area, Mita looked around by taking Yahya beside her. He felt horror in the eyes of men even though he had put a mask on his face but still became the center of attention. Maybe they rarely see women so rake so.

"I like the motif but don't like the color?" whispered Mita.

"Search what color?"

"Nutral white let's want the walls painted any color matching." Yahya nodded.

"Boss, there's no other ceramic example?" Yahya goes to call the boss.

"Nothing."

"Well, it's not just this pa-pa." points to the example of white ceramic with abstract patterns.

"How many bosses is this?" yahya asked the boss who was approaching.

"That's 82000 per meter, it's good sparkle it can make ngaca." there's only if people promote the merchandise, ceramic floor is equated mirror.

"Can't be less boss, is this subscription?" the man is ready to bid.

"How much do you need?"

"One hundred meters, what about?"

"It's 80,000."

"Bought that much for just 2000 silver?"

"Bawel people buy more than that for my housing project down four thousand."

"2000 times 100 already 200,000 it's down."

"I push this not the same other, sand the same cement if so fit the price." play pull over the father so that the price decreases.

"Down again boss."

"This is already the cheapest try to other places where it may be so much price." has stuck can not go down again.

"Why would Mita want that price?"

"Do you make it beautiful?"

"Yes..why?" the father looked cynically.

"Ok I give you 75,000 per meter."

"Eh b**** earlier I asked to come down again do not want to know cute girl down not about." scolded the father and the boss just grin.

"Where's mbak?" Mita nodded in agreement, not feeling at home for long in that place.

"The total sand of two trucks equals ten cements."

"Dipas in but yah pushed a lot of us." while walking back to the front and then began to calculate the total.

"Wait on sir, you can pay with the card because I don't have cash."

"Take it first mbak, I'll wait." replied the boss.

"How many total?" ask Mita.

"In the meantime, seventh floor ceramics five times a hundred, sand a million two hundred times two, cement sixty times ten in total ten million five hundred thousand."

"Roni deliver to the house mbak this beautiful!"

"Ok boss is ready." the father is still gawking.

"When you yesterday I bought sand is still the price of a million two hundred and fifty, cement sixty-three, so much you. I'm not a cute girl" maki the father while grunting, which is not cared for by the boss who is still faithful staring at the departure of Mita.

"Goodbye?"

"Hp's number?" the father gave me the full address.

"The phone number is usually because I'm waiting for the house, the owner has not moved." the boss immediately pocketed the address while smiling meaningfully.

"Don't fuck off you boss!" the father looked suspiciously.