Fistfuls

Mama's Home

"Please go in, sister, Salma is inside, and come to dinner together." Gita invited his guest who was none other than Salman Salma's brother.

"Thank you, I'll just wait here." Salman sat on the sofa in the living room, it feels bad with both parents Gita, if it comes directly to eat, even though the goal is to pick up Salma.

"Follow dinner as well as brother, we cooked a lot, baby if not finished. I know," said Gita with a small laugh.

Salman said he followed the Gita into the dining room. Turns out there were only three of them, the Gita family went nowhere.

The three of them had come home from the mall directly to Gita's house, using a Gita car driven by Indra, because Fajar chose to follow Taka who seemed to go in a pool of emotions. Didn't want anything to happen to his friend and brother.

"Let's eat brother, this is all we cook," said Gita as Salman sat in one of the chairs.

Salman frowned in disbelief at Gita's words, "Salma cook?" tanyanya astonishment.

"Yes Bang, he's the most ardent cook. But he is also the one who destroyed our cooking," replied Alya who looked annoyed as she glanced at Salma.

Salma said she did not feel guilty in the slightest.

"Yes Bang I just help prayer doang, who cook Alya side dish, if the pudding and his friends Gita, I accept it well," now Salma also replied.

"Well let's eat, it doesn't matter who's cooking too" Gita interceded.

They also had dinner together, but Salman felt strange because in the house there were no Gita parents, wanted to ask questions but it did not taste good. Finally, he only kept the question in his heart.

Finished eating and cleaning everything, after that both of his best friends also say goodbye home. Not to forget Gita gave some pudding and cake that she made earlier with her two best friends.

"Sir, was it in Gita's house? Where are his parents? Same is his brother who didn't exist at that time?" Salman was still curious about the state of the lonely Gita house.

Both of them were already in the car towards their residence.

"That was Mama Gita's house when she was not married, actually now Gita has not lived there, but lives in her stepfather's house. If in the house that was actually there were parents who adopted the twin of Gita, but they have not returned," explained Salma and the older brother nodded in understanding.

"Gita looks good, even though she's a rich kid" Salman said suddenly, causing his sister to turn to find out what her brother's words meant.

"He is good, does not look at others from his wealth, to the extent that in the past he was used equally his friends. But what makes me sorry he always fails in love problems, even his ex-girls become the same he also because he wants to use. They knew Gita was the son of a rich man, and looking so innocent it was certainly easy to trick, "Salma told me a little about Gita's life.

His brother looked enthusiastic, it seemed like he was a little interested in the girl. But would the Gita accept it? Their age is far away. Salman breathed a heavy sigh.

"Why Bang? Interested in Gita? Tumben is attracted to girls, usually interested in the same infusion interval," Salma sneered.

"CK, if people like it, it's fighting. Not even retreat before struggling, not really stubborn Bang! Pantesan singles only from birth,"

"Yes, my most beautiful sister. If so give her number dong," Salman hopes his sister will give Gita number.

"No! Just ask for me, ask for Gita myself. Go directly to his house. I just want to give you info that in the next week Gita will live in the house that was, besides find out for yourself, let it feel the struggle," Salma refused raw, but, it turns out that just his brother the girl did not want to give the number Gita, especially with other people have certainly refused it.

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After the departure of his two best friends, Bu Nurul and Pak Ahmad returned home. Gita immediately welcomed the two. He had told Bu Nurul if he would stay in the house for a while, but even so it felt bad not to wait for the two of them to come home.

After a while of chatting, they finally decided to enter their respective rooms. Gita returned to work on the thesis that was soon finished. He hopes to get away soon and will soon catch up with his twin brother abroad.

At nine o'clock in the night, the girl came out of the room intending to fetch some drinking water below. It turned out that he met Bu Nurul who was sitting in the living room, watching television. It seemed like the middle-aged woman was watching the soap opera visible from the flaming television screen.

Gita sat down by Bu Nurul's side, "Not slept yet?" tanyakanya.

"Not yet neng, I have not drowsy at this hour. Usually the mother sleeps when the soap opera Behind the World is finished, but if tired also sometimes early sleep," replied the woman.

"Why hasn't Neng Gita slept?" ask Bu Nurul.

"Not yet Mom, just checked out a college assignment. And this happens to be thirsty" he replied.

They returned to chatting lightly, Gita felt like she was talking to her Mama. Bu Nurul was so understanding, responding to all the stories he told.

"Mom if I live here, how?" ask Gita, want to know the opinion of Bu Nurul. If Bu Nurul feels comfortable in the house, maybe Gita will think of a way to live in this place.

"Don't dong Neng, tell Mama that Neng Gita lives here. Fear Mama will think that Neng Gita does not like Mama married again. So according to Mother, Neng Gita should stay in the house. If you want to stay here it is okay, like now if Mama is not the house," replied Bu Nurul.

"Yes ma'am, I understand" she said.

The two of them continued to tell me until almost midnight. Gita has never been that close to Bu Nurul before. But for some reason after chatting for quite a long time he felt comfort while with the woman.

Gita returned to the room feeling a little calmer, because she told about her feelings with Indra and everything she felt when close to Indra. Not without reason to tell stories like that with Bu Nurul, because if telling stories with the Mama is not possible. Of course her mother would feel guilty because of her.

Seriate.....

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