5 Billion Girls

Talking Friend

The apartment.

Viona already looks fresh and also neat wearing clothes that fit her age. As usual, Viona is going to the kitchen and doing her job as a woman, cooking food for them today

"Bi, can I help you?" asked Viona approached bi Marni who was slicing some ingredients.

"Eh, non. No, non Vio just sit down. Let auntie cook for non-eat." Bi Marni did not let Viona sleep over the things she was working on.

"Auntie don't worry, I can. It's better that aunt sits down with Vio doing all this. I'm sure auntie's tired of coming here, let me cook." Viona did not want to trouble others even though that person was assigned to accompany and serve her.

He also took the knife in Marni's hand and kept it. Then, Viona embraces Marni's shoulder and invites her to sit on a chair near the dining table.

"Non, aunt ..."

"Vio mad, loh, bi. This time let me serve aunt. Auntie's tired of shopping, tired of traveling here, then let Vio serve aunt." Viona led Marni to sit on the chair.

He still forced the middle-aged woman to keep quiet doing nothing.

"Non, it's aunt's job, it's supposed to be auntie who cooks." Bi Marni again stood up uneasy having to let Viona work. He is paid to serve Viona in every way.

Viona is back in Marni's place. "Let me, ok. Aunt stay here and let me do the cooking."

Then Viona took over the ingredients Marni had sliced. Deftly, look for the flick and white so good at using a kitchen knife like a reliable chef.

Marni who had doubted Viona's ability to be silent a thousand languages, she was astonished at how great Viona was in processing. Marni hurriedly recorded the action until it was reported to her master.

"Non, how long has it been cooking?" marni asked so curious teenage girls of the age of Viona was already proficient in stringing various kinds of cuisine. If you remember today, children will not be able to cook or use a kitchen knife as closely as it is.

"Can be said from small, bi. Maybe since I was school conscious," Viona turned her head back with a smile. He resumed his activities of cooking fried rice squid ala Viona. He was happy because there was a talkative friend and certainly did not feel alone anymore

Marni continued to record Viona's activities secretly so that the girl did not know about it. Then, Marni sends her video to her employer.

*****

Bram's Residence

"What's? Is it not wrong to ask me to marry again? No, Ray won't, Pah. Until whenever Ray would just marry Elena. Despite not having children, Ray will still love Elena." Ray did not expect his father to ask him to remarry when his marriage was just 6 months old. In fact, Ray loved Elena so much from the beginning of their meeting. Although Elena is busy working and rarely comes home, Ray always faithfully waits for his wife to come home.

"Didn't you want to have children? You're twenty-eight years old, Ray. It's ripe to have children. Papa is old, you can't wait for your wife to get pregnant if you're half a century old. Papa doesn't know when you're called, so before you're called almighty, you want to see you have children and want to play with your grandchildren."

It's not that Bram doesn't appreciate his son's choice, but that he feels there's something odd about his son-in-law. However, Bram is yet to know for sure what makes him awkward. In addition, he missed the figure of a tiny baby present in their lives.

"But you don't have to marry again. Ray will persuade Elena to conceive Ray's child. And if Elena wants to, don't force Ray to marry Papa's chosen woman!" Raymond, of course, did not agree to this. He would still maintain their marriage without a third person.

Raymond stood up to leave his father's office. However, it stopped when her father spoke again.

"Well, Ray accepts Papa's terms. But Ray's convinced Elena's gonna want to carry my son." Then Raymond got out of there.

Shortly after Ray's exit, Bram's phone rang that a message had come in. He picked up his phone and saw who was sending the message. It turns out that Marni, the housekeeper she was assigned to accompany Viona.

Bram opened the video footage, he watched it through to the end. A faint smile rose at the corner of his lips.

"He's good at cooking, how to use a variety of kitchen utensils reminds me of someone." Bram murmured in the heart.

*****

"Papa was really crazy, when his son was told to marry again. It's good to have Ray betray Elena." Ray's hasty steps towards the car park. He's going somewhere soon.

*****

Apartments

"Hmmm, your cooking is delicious. Turns out aunt lost far." Bi Marni admitted that Viona's cooking is amazing. His tongue could not stop continuously enjoying the delicious dishes on the table.

Viona smiled, "auntie could. I'm still learning to cook, bi. My cooking is less than great with aunt's cooking." He was humble, not arrogant for someone's praise and certainly always felt if whatever he did was still considered amateurish.

"Auntie doesn't lie, non. Non Viona cuisine is delicious. The proof is that aunty continues," said bi Marni while feeding a spoonful of food into her mouth.

"Thank God that auntie likes it. Sometimes I like to be confused by their taste." Viona finished her food again.

Bi Marni was done eating, she took a glass filled with drinking water and drank it.

"Non, can you ask me something?" ask Marni after putting the glass on the table.

"May as long as I can answer." Viona's a girl who's easily familiar to anyone. When meeting with bi Marni, Viona immediately talked a lot. Her cool and cheerful looking child makes anyone comfortable around her. It's just, there aren't many colleagues he has.

"If you can tell who non Viona's parents are?" marni carefully asked the round-eyed girl's personal matter. He saw a gloomy face from the look on his face.

"If non can not answer it is not necessary, kok, non." Marni is not feeling well, let alone seeing Viona's sadness makes her believe something has happened to the girl.

"It's okay. Actually I don't know where my real parents are either. I only know my parents are named Ronald and Natalie. But it turns out they're just my foster parents." With nothing to cover, Viona tells her life story.

There were many tears that he had shed, there were many wounds that he had received, and there were many insults that he had received from his adoptive family.

Viona cried so much in Miss Marni's arms. The girl told her life story, the burden of everything she was carrying now felt lighter after putting everything out. It may be true, people say, sometimes we need our problem stories to lighten the burden of our minds a little.

"It turns out this girl's story is so poignant."