Behind Ayesha's Silence

Super Wicked

Aunt Mika ventured to look at the Princess who was already angry. This was the definition of the power of love in his eyes. Whatever the Princess said she must have accepted. Most importantly, don't pull himself out of Mas Vino's house, love his death. It's comfortable, how else? 

"Why did you slap Ayesha, Mika?" The Princess repeated her question for the second time. "Mom's answer, Mika, don't make your high blood fall out!" The Princess patted her own forehead many times. "Why can you fight Ayesha? Ayesha, isn't that your niece, Mika? Your son too, right? You should have loved her more, her mother is dead!"

"I didn't mean it, Mom." Finally Aunt Mika admitted. "I was provoked by emotion. Yeah, well, Ayesha's really the same with me!"

Hearing Mika's explanation that did not feel guilty in the slightest, the Princess grew even more burning, of course. "Heh, no matter how fast he is with you, you still can't be violent!"

Instead of getting more complicated, Aunt Mika replied, "Yes, sorry, Mom."

"Sorry, sorry!" The Princess still does not accept his actions towards the favorite grandson. "So, now I ask, why did you guys suddenly fight like that? Mica, Mika! You are twenty-seven years old, why is it still like a child? Think, Mika, think! Ck! Later if Ayesha does not feel at home living here, how, ha? Time he had to go back to Jakarta again, anyway? Who wants to take care of him there? Vino must be busy!"

"Yes, I don't know either, Mom. I didn't I, I said that? I didn't mean it, Mom." 

The Princess put on a super fierce face here. "Ssssttt, quiet! Forget that one. Now you have to help me, Mika."

Aunt Mika frowned, looking timidly. "Help Mother?"

The Princess nodded. "Help Ayesha, reassure her, staying here is the best. For him and his future."

"Haaa, I'm sure?" 

Again, the Princess nodded. Conclude smile.

"Well, how am I gonna persuade him, Mom? I just met the same I don't want to! This mother is weird!"

"Sweird, weirdo! You're the weird one. The nephew himself could not get along. Right, bad?" The Princess glared sharply. "You're that, Mika, nothing has changed in the past. Like a kid, selfish, narcissistic!"

"Well, how come you're mad at me, anyway? Which is it, Ayesha, Mom? I wasn't. Geez, who the hell, can stand being so blinded? Am I his enemy? Anyway, why should I apologize anyway, ma'am? He's the one who should be, he's the one who started!"

"Ganas!" Tired of arguing with Aunt Mika, Eyang Putri called Mbak Nanas who was still busy with doughnut cake in the kitchen. No other and no, the goal is to ask for his help, take Ayesha for a walk to the bookstore. In addition to all the lessons, the Princess also wants to instill a love of reading in her. "Honey, please come here for a moment, Pineapple!"

***

The Smart Beautiful Trio was still engrossed in a video call when Madam Nanas knocked on Ayesha's room door. Actually he himself was still making doughnuts earlier but the Princess Eyeang called, giving a special task. 

"Excuse me, Ndoro Alit!" 

"Yes, Miss Pineapple!" Ayesha exclaimed from inside the room. His voice sounded joyful, unlike anything he had imagined before. Not as much as the Princess worried. Ayesha is fine, bright cheerful. That's what he is when he's with two of his best friends. Grief of any size can pass in the blink of an eye. "Just a second!"

Chalcis, kriiit …!

"Ndoro Putri ordered me to take Ndoro Alit for a walk to the bookstore."

"Buskey!" Reflek, Ayesha gave a response. "What time is it now, Miss Pineapple?"

"Fifth hour, Ndoro Alit."

"What time is dinner?" Ayesha's excitement instantly turned to panic. Kenzy will soon be joining the video call conference. Masa, he even ran away? Not very pleasant! "Ayesha hasn't had a bath either, Madam Nanas. Do you know for yourself, how Ayesha takes a bath? Minimum fifteen minutes. Not yet changed--"

Ma'am Nanas cut Ayesha's words increasingly flowing like a waterfall. "OK, okay. That means Ndoro Alit can't come with me for a walk to the bookstore, right?"

***

"Cross!" Call Bude Laksmi while adding cheese on butter-coated bread. "What do you think, Ayesha, what?" The middle-aged businessman, the owner of natural beauty, looked at the Prince with all his feelings. His attention was really directed at him. 

"Yes, not how, Mom. It's just normal." Kawab Mas Latitude. "What's the matter, Mom?"

Bude Laksmi half glared. "Why indeed? Lah, so, you don't understand why I'm the same as Eyang Sekar did introduce you two?"

The cold within Mas Latitude warmed up instantly. A sincere smile is created perfectly on her sensual lips. It is undeniable, he is happy to be acquainted with Ayesha. Spek Bidadari, the problem. More exotic than Barbie. It was just his physical appearance, not yet the kindness and sincerity that radiated in the look of his eyes. 

"Cross!" 

"Me, Ma?" 

"Where, how?" Bude Laksmi leaned towards Mas Lintang. "You want to have a serious relationship with Ayesha? Yes, although bule but his son is good, really. Anyway, I noticed you guys were compatible, anyway. How's it?"

Mas Lintang spent a piece of bread fresh with chocolate jam in the mouth. Chewing slowly while thinking about everything his mother had just said. Foolish, if there is a man who does not want to marry Ayesha. 

"Romo has also agreed you are with Ayesha, Lintang. Agree, actually."

"Yes, how are you, Mom?" Mas Lintang put on a confused face, covering up the joy, happy feeling that was pounding in the niche of the heart. "Ayesha, isn't she a child, Mom? He was only seventeen years old. Poor thing, will it be early marriage?"

Bude Laksmi who did not expect the response of Mas Lintang, increasingly deluded. Almost choked on her favorite warm cinnamon tea.  Luckily Romo who had just entered the dining room took water quickly. 

"Well, what are you, Lintang?" Bude Laksmi asked after surviving the choking threat. "Yes, isn't the wedding now, Le? The wedding will be later, if Ayesha has graduated from school. Piye, ta?"

"Well, right." Romo added, making Mas Latitude warmer, melted. "Now acquaintance first, approach first. Let's familiar. That's it, latitude! Father's childhood, don't you understand? This example of your romance, do not use for long can immediately greet your mother. Do not use a show refuse to reject everything. Directly accepted into marriage. Yes ta, Ma?"