The Love of the CEO of the Fridge
Get-togethers

“So gini, Om want you and Cindy who represent the stall om in the game tomorrow.” Mr. Surya said with a serious face. Tama nudged Cindy to ask for an explanation.

“This year, mom and dad are coming. Cindy and Tama later anytime. Pity later Tama burdened, let alone father and mother always champion one every year.” Cindy refused the father's request.

“Not to be afraid, Cin. Your father and mother's strongest opponents aren't there tomorrow. The chances of winning are greater.” Mr. Timo said excitedly.

“The strongest opponent? Meaning the Suminto family?” ask Cindy who tried to remember the participants of the game. Mr. Timo nodded. Cindy was quite surprised because the family did not participate. “Why not attend?”

“He said, the wife again has a schedule to take care of changing names, so can not come.” Mr. Timo replied casually, as if changing names was a normal activity like washing clothes.

“Eh yes, why did you change your name, Mo? Girang Suminto's name is good?” This time, Anita was curious. Mr. Timo shook his head because Cindy's mother's question was considered strange.

“The name of Girang is okay fitting we are small to teenagers. After aunty, guess what her nickname is?” Mr. Surya and Bu Anita nodded in understanding. Not everyone wants to be called “Tante Girang” by everyone, right?

Tama listened seriously, as if her life depended on the absurd talk just now.

In Cindy's eyes, Tama's seriousness was adorable. The man is serious about everything, and thinks everything should be good and perfect. Truly the result of too hard upbringing from parents.

“You want to come, Kas?” whispered Cindy, while her parents and Mr. Timo were busy gossiping about the other sellers at their place.

Cindy was a little worried that Tama would refuse. Therefore, the woman immediately pulled out the last card. Tama raised an eyebrow at the sight of Cindy's 26th card.

“You're willing to use your last card just to ask me to join the game?” tanya Tama, but with the hand that took the card.

“Free? This game is very important to my father and mother. What I'm asking for is not just to come. I'm asking us to win.” Tama frowned. He who has been in the business world for a long time, knows clearly that no one can guarantee 100% win.

“I can not guarantee if we will win,” Tama whispered with a little shame, because it was unable to meet Cindy's request.

“Ya, already. If you're coming, can you?” Cindy asked with a pleading face. The game they were about to follow was just guessing the word, but Cindy asked as if they were going to the Olympics.

Cindy sighed as Tama finally asked why this game seemed like a matter of life and death for the Cindy family.

“Kas, big small something it depends on us. For my family, it's an important game, because it means they introduced you as part of the family.”

“Not a problem, Heat. I like,” replied Tama softly. Cindy smiled at him.

“What are you two whispering about? Again planning another perverted act?” ask Mr. Timo who suddenly got closer. Cindy immediately pushed Susi's father out of annoyance.

“Enak. No, Dad. About Timo. We're talking about the game later,” explained Cindy who looked at Mr. Timo with annoyance. Mr. Surya nodded because he understood very well the nature of his friend.

“You're coming, right?” Pak Surya's question was answered with a nod of Tama and Cindy.

***

On the day of the race, Pak Surya's home page was full of his fellow sellers. Despite yesterday's lack of sleep due to financial problems, the refrigerator man still came to keep his promise.

“Tama, can you help Om nyatet the name of the participant there?” Mr. Surya pointed to a group of fathers and mothers who were sitting casually under a shady tree. Tama dutifully.

“Good day, Father and Mother. I Tama and asked Mr. Surya to record the name of the participant.” Tama has not finished talking but immediately pulled sitting to join the hangout.

“Cause first, son. It doesn't have to be too official. Oiya, whose name are you?” ask a bald man named Karyo.

“My name is Tama, Sir. “ Tama nodded respectfully. Although a little awkward, he felt quite comfortable with them.

“Nak Tama is CEBAN who bought our goods first, right? Thank you, son. May your windfall continue, like the flow of the WC faucet that forgot to turn off.” What a terrible parable.

“Enak to CEBAN. He's the CEO, who owns the company. Isn't that right, Nak?” ask a mother named Dinah. Tama nodded.

“Tama is an example of a child whose request is clear. Lah, my son asked him for a job that earned him money just by shaking his legs. Uh, even a tailor, but thank God the stitching practice” Pak Karyo explained while chuckling.

“Yeah, then, same as my son, the Siti. Want to get a job whose money comes only with a hand, uh even a satayman. Not only that, but the marriage is the same as the foot shake. Signs my granddaughter will be a disco dancer nih.” Everyone laughed at Ms. Dinah's explanation.

“So, Nak Tama, the plan, when to marry Cindy?” ask Mr. Karyo. All eyes looked towards Tama.

Hayoo, what was Tama's answer? guessed in the comments column.

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