Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 6: Bagas Business, Asthma House

"Ndu, write it out here! Have tea together, Mother."

He removed the pillow that was always a guardian of comfort, then moved from his seat lazily. Even so, he still left the room. Walk for a moment to see the face of the mother who is always the reason for smiling.

"Drink first, Ndu. It's still early in the morning, it's written. Not what laper?" Mother's lecture with her special voice while thrusting a drop of water that has been poured.

The saucer is a plate-like saucer with a mini size as big as the palm of the hand. You guys must have known. Well, the habit of enjoying warm tea steeping in the morning is to share fresh drinks. Simple right?

"That's enough." Asma returned the mat to her mother, then refocused on playing her phone.

It was a dark morning, but not in a mood. It still feels emotional last night. At first glance the memories of the past are wandering, but as much as possible he ignores it. While at the hotel Patra there was a furore in room number 20.

"Stop!" Reyhan shouted holding back the pillow that repeatedly hit him. Bagas was like an intention to disturb his beautiful dream. Really sucks. Friends feel the enemy is more suitable to be the predicate of the man.

"Wake, Rey. The sun reached the top. You are still walking in dreams. Busty pegged chicken, loh." Tackle Bagas with his ignorant hands that pull a thick, soft blanket.

The stocky body was clearly emblazoned without a thread, other than the jeans that covered the bottom. A gust of air from the AC, making Reyhan squirm. Want to, don't want to wake up. Than aftershocks.

"Hm. So, where are you going early in the morning?" Rey asked lazily, but Bagas' serious gaze required him to be spirited. Though impressed by forced.

Bagas leaves Rey's room, leaving her best friend confused. One thing was certain, the man would wait for himself to prepare. As long as it's not neat, it won't get an answer. Sometimes he was astonished. Who is the boss, and who is the boss? It's just about friendship.

An hour later. Rey and Bagas were already sitting in the car, but the driver was Bagas himself. While Rey can only sit quietly and asked to keep a pen that further adds to her curiosity. Who the hell, the owner of the pen?

Again and again, music plays. With the focus on driving, Rey saw the road they were on. It turns out that many hawker sellers are not strangers. Batagor, siomay, cimol, satay are also present, and some other foods with colorful carts.

Ten minutes have passed. The car started passing through the city area, suddenly Bagas asked him to open the google map. Well, time, want to go to the house of hope. After circling around here and there. Finally, find a benchmark monument with the name of a village.

"Nando, you're just making a dizzy head. We've taken the hospital twice. The end goes into the village. The address you recorded isn't, anyway?" Rey complains inexhaustible, but Bagas bodo very and remain focused driving.

Village with a dense population of houses. It is quite difficult to find an Asthma house, but after struggling. Finally there is a bright spot. The car began to enter the area where the girl was staying. Several times had to ask, but no one knew his purpose.

"Where? See you not." Rey said, after Bagas got back in the car.

Bagas deliberately asks the person himself and lets Rey wait in the car. He didn't want to, his best friend knew. If it is currently, the goal is the Asthma house. In the rest of his consciousness, he suddenly remembered the HP number listed on the cover letter that must have been stored on his phone.

"Rey, do you believe in destiny?" tanya Bagas looked at the friend earnestly, while the one who was stared at just nodded. "Goodle. We're gonna pick up destiny. Spirit."

When the effort is so hard. God will not betray the outcome. One attempt failed, but still another. God willing, work is always a good ending. Even if the message is not answered. Bagas used his skills to hack locations that way. He managed to get to where he should be.

The car accidentally stopped at a point near Asthma's house. He wanted to see what the girl's life was like. However, Rey is impatient and constantly asks the same questions. Where did they go, and for what?

"Rey, look at the house," Bagas pointed to the house that was blocked by the hedges. "Give the pen back to the house, please. I'm so nervous."

"This pen? Why don't we go down together, we can face it together." Rey replies trying to escape her feelings that are like giving a warning to be vigilant.

Bagas does not want to lose with Rey's mainstay. Just once, he had to clear. Cupping both hands showed her eyes. Don't imagine it because it's not funny. It just feels like weird. Not very absurd behavior for a Bagas Fernando.

However, because of that. Reyhan gave up, then left the car. Bagas just looked through the windshield of the car. His best friend's footsteps continued to lead to a simple house with a fence of leaves. It didn't get there. The cell phone, then contact the owner.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Asthma. Did you forget me, Bagas?" tanya Bagas pretends to be mellow with a soft voice, a connected call like luck that sided with him. "Aspie! Did you hear me?"

Unilateral discussions, making Bagas suspicious. Why is the call connected, but there is no sound? Maybe the call was unintentionally answered. For some reason, instead of worry comes to hit. The initial intention was to let Rey alone to meet Asthma. But now he decided to come down.

His long footsteps quickly crossed the footpath, passing through the hedges. He did not expect. Silence call from across is not because of bad things. Rey and Asma looked at each other without blinking. Are they both in shock?

So, did the attempt work? Curiosity buried him deep, he again changed his facial expression. Then, say hello to distract Rey and Asma who turned to him. A small smile adorned his face.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Bang. Do you know where my house is from?" asma asked casually but her voice was so clear as if she was interrogating a thief.

React alone, Bagas scratched his head that did not itch. "On that, I asked your Mas, really. Lupain, time not told to come in. Cape loh, driving from Temanggung to Kebumen."

Can't you drown a friend like Bagas? How could you, speaking a lie like that? Wanted to curse, but only piled up sins. I want to complain, free. Friends like Bagas, will not easily give up in any trivial situation.

Asthma opened the door wide, stretching out her arms. "Please enter. I'll make you a drink first. Sorry, there are no chairs. So sit down, yeah."

A beam of light from outside illuminated the entire room with an area of four times three and a half meters. Walls with two colors, some hand painting and a calendar. Under the yellow floor of the ancient ceramics, while in the middle of a carpet with a size of twice a meter and a half red color.

Let alone valuable things. The electronics are there, just an old-fashioned TV and whether it's still on or off. Who would have thought. Living asthma at home is very simple, even very much what it is. Rey tried to stay quiet, observing what was about to happen.

"Rey, don't bend your face. Smile a little ....,"

"Bang, the coffee, all for my brother's friend" said Asma came carrying a tray of two cups of black coffee.