"God, since when did I marry your aunt?" asked Priambodo irritated by the new nickname Putri.
"My aunt is married to Uncle Fery, Uncle." said Putri with a face looking scared.
"Never mind what you call me! we have to go now." said Priambodo getting off his motorbike.
"You have no rope?" Priambodo asked to Putri with both hands on his hips while looking at Putri's two large suitcases.
Immediately Putri entered the house, and a few moments later Putri was out with lots of ropes.
"This is Uncle, the rope." said Putri while giving the rope she was carrying to Priambodo. Putri did not understand why Priambodo asked her for the rope.
"You must be wondering what this rope is for, right?" asked Priambodo in a cold tone while carrying a rope and two suitcases belonging to Putri.
Putri just stood there watching Priambodo raise two suitcases on the back of the motorbike, then tied them very tightly.
