Belongs to Mr. Fridge

Belongs to Mr. Fridge
Everything's Going to Be Okay, Maybe



"You want some snacks, don't you?" tawar Riki which will be close to the Caca house area.


"No, Om. Go straight home, Ca want to immediately find a good tutoring," said Caca who refused Riki's offer.


Riki takes Caca to the front of his yard, after picking up the helmet Caca was wearing. Riki immediately left the courtyard while Caca went into the house.


He immediately cleanses the body and prays, after finishing Caca to the kitchen to see foods that he can make a stomach booster.


Caca to the family room and turn on the TV so as not to be too quiet this house, after it is finished. Caca went straight to the room to pick up textbooks as well as mobile phones to find good tutoring information


His fingers are so agile on a flat screen, that he gets online tutoring from an application. Caca read the comments of people who may have also learned there about the app.


When he wanted to get into the application listed the price of tutoring and also the level of his school, Caca immediately fell silent and out of the application.


"It's Mother first, deh," said Caca dialed Milda's number. After a few seconds of waiting, the phone is connected.


"What's up, Ca?" asked Milda who immediately opened the chat.


"Bun, Ca wants to take online lessons. The monthly cost price is not until 200 thousand, can not Bun?"


"Why not around here?"


"Later, there's no one to shuttle Caca, Bun."


"Ohh, jeez. You just go in, later if the payment just tell Mommy how much, yes."


"OK, Mommy. Sorry to bother you, yeah."


"Yes, no papa."


Caca turned off the call and logged back into the app, as the center of the horn's focus made Caca stare towards the closed door.


"Who, huh?" caca asked and stood her feet closer to the door.


"It's for you, Cil," said Riki, who was at Caca's doorstep without opening his helmet.


Riki's plastic outstretch was immediately taken by Caca while staring at the man's face, "Make what Om?" tanya Caca looked at the contents of the plastic.


"Let you focus more on tutoring and learning it," said Riki who Caca knows for sure the man smiled visible from his slightly narrowed eyes.


"Thank you, yeah, Om. But, Caca already got his tutoring place, really," said Caca.


"Where?"


"Online, Om. It's easy to stay home while studying."


"Judah, yes spirit!"


"Yes, Om. Thanks," said Caca smiling.


Riki stepped towards his bike, not usually he felt something bad was going to happen. As he was about to climb into the motorcycle seat, he saw Caca who displayed a smile on his doorstep.


'Lo why Riki? There will be nothing, so do not overdo it, Riki's mind and breathe out slowly.


He rode his iron horse and went back to work because it was not yet time to go home. Caca closed the door again and brought in plastic containing various snacks from Riki earlier.


"That's a lot," said Caca smiling looking at the contents of the plastic.


He tidied up the scattered table and arranged the book back to the room, Caca also laid his body on the mattress and saw the white asbestos.


"Can't you, huh? Creating dreams? But, how will Mother, and also Om Riki?" caca asked imagining about what would happen the next few months.


"Oh, yes! I also have not made a KTP, better take care of it from now on so it is not complicated later."


Every want to realize the mind, it sometimes has to bury other dreams. We cannot force things to follow all our dreams.


Something must be sacrificed, including; time, energy, love and perhaps tears in order to make that mind come true.


One notification sound made Caca get up and take the flat object given by Riki on the nightstand.


[Ready, I want you to see the twilight. We haven't seen twilight in a long time, have we? I'm on the road to your house.]


The message from the person was able to make Caca who was overthing with the future immediately rise up and get ready.


"Yee ... look at the sunset!" caca exclaimed happily and immediately opened the wardrobe.


It does not take long, he is ready with casual clothes but still looks neat and elegant. Caca also did not forget to lock the door and bring the key into his bag of cream colored sash.


"Huh .. fortunately I was the one who waited," said Caca sitting on the porch bench waiting for the person to come.


The clock showed four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was good and without any cloudiness. It supports that there may be a sunset in the afternoon today. Caca had prayed before before getting ready to go out.


The motorcycle was already in the yard, Caca walked towards the person with a big smile, "Aren't you tired of it?" caca asked looking at the person who owned the bike.


"No papa, once in a while before you have to struggle with the test," explained Riki by glancing at the courtyard of his house whose door was tightly closed.


"Om, what about OOTD, Ca? Okay or not?" tanya Caca rotates showing her appearance using a plisket skirt, white shoes, tunic and also a 130cm rectangular hijab.


"OK, really," answered Riki looking from top to bottom Caca's appearance.


Caca immediately picked up the helmet and put it on, he walked to the back seat and rode it by holding onto Riki's shoulder.


"Have you?" ask Riki who wants to start the engine.


"It's over!" exclaimed Caca with a slight scream.


"What do you want?" ask Riki on the way to a place that will be able to see the twilight clearly.


"There you go, Om. Kan, there is usually such a sale," said Caca who still remembers if around the place there are usually many street vendors.


"No one is there?" ask Riki who is afraid if it turns out there are no traders.


"No way, Om. Today is sunny not cloudy definitely traders know if many people see twilight on the bridge."


"Yes too, yeah."


"Yes, dong!"


However, Riki is not his name if he is not selfish about everything. If asked why Caca was so stupid for wanting to hang on with Riki, the reason is because, 'You are sick, but not with you much more hurt, ' Caca's mind looked at Riki's face through the mirror.


Sometimes love blinds us. There is someone who is very good if with him we do not have a sense of whether to be forced?