Friend But Manja

Ch. 2 - Nia and Mami Sandra

“Mi, Nia.. papi home. See who's coming.”

Tasya pulled two suitcases of distress, then looked at the sharp papi who first entered the house while shouting to greet the residents of the house.

“Tasya knowsin, this is Mami Sandra and this is your sister Nia,” said Papi Tasya kindly while pointing at the two women in front of Tasya alternately.

Tasya responded with a makeshift smile, while her sunglasses had not yet been removed.

“Tasya sure tired, Nia.. anterin your brother to the room, yes.” Mami Sandra is trying to make friends with Tasya.

“Ayo Sya, your room next to me kok.” Nia walked up the stairs first, not caring for Tasya who was confused by her two suitcases.

Her stepmother and birth papi had disappeared along with Nia who climbed the steps one by one.

Tasya so remembered with a granda bodyguard that the number is somehow dozen. If only Nia was a Grandpa bodyguard, Tasya would have asked him to salto and give him two of his flagship karate moves.

That's what Tasya did while in America if the Grandpa did not want to obey his wishes.

“This is your room, Yes. And here's the key.”

“Go lo,” said Tasya after receiving the key from Nia's hand.

Nia smiled kindly at Tasya who was unlocking her room.

“Eh, I have been an assistant psychologist and know the faces kayak lo tuh fake, Lo equally nyokap lo both crocodile females know gak.”

“Welcome to my country.” Nia left Tasya indifferent to her.

“This room? Ah well, my bathroom in America is also as big as this room.”

Tasya opened his glasses rough and then dropped his body on the bed, “Buset, not very good this mattress. Grandpa... pick me up.”

“My money is enough to accommodate the burden of life during my stay here?”

Tasya counts the cash in his wallet of five million rupiah, “Can be two days if my money is only this.”

“This card is my only hope,” Tasya plays his platinum class credit card.

“But this card can be deactivated as Grandpa, ngak, ngak. I have to turn my brain, I can't hang my life with anyone including Grandpa.”

“Tasya not so rest?” mami Sandra was sitting in the dining chair.

Tasya did not care about Mami Sandra's greeting, which he thought was fake, he still walked to the refrigerator to pick up a can of cold drinks.

“Tasya can take a drink or any food in this house, right now Tasya also his son papi. Just like Nia is free to do anything in this house.”

Tasya closed the refrigerator that had been opened, after hearing Mami Sandra's remark, she was reluctant to take a canned drink from the refrigerator, or maybe just touch the goods in this house.

“Sya where you're going, you don't rest. Not cape abis flight, just another afternoon loh.” Nia chased after Tasya who walked quickly out of the house.

“There is no afternoon, day or night for me,” Tasya said before gasing his car.

“Mami!” Nia yelled at her mom.

Mami Sandra immediately approached Nia, “Nia... why?”

“Jaga mami greeting, don't get rich so again the same Tasya. Mommy wants to be scolded by papi. And also Tasya's attitude is not the same that we have always imagined.”

Mami Sandra rubbed the top of Nia's head, “Mami knows. Are you not afraid that dear papi moved to Tasya?”

“Can't papi do that.” Nia left her mother upset.

***

Tasya came out of an alfamart with a can of drink in his right hand, while his left hand was busy playing with a bag of scrapes containing snacks that he hung on his arm.

Tasya again runs the car, this time he wants to see the atmosphere of metropolitan Jakarta.

Every Billboard that displays advertisements, especially products in the field of fashion, Tasya a little interested and then rubbed his stomach.

“Argh, find a meal first deh.”

Tasya again parked his car in front of alfamart, but not to shop to alfamart again.

“So I want my brother ketoprak is in this area, but how come there is no ya?”

Tasya continued walking through the streets of the complex until he found a wheelbarrow with a ketoprak.

Actually Tasya people are flexible, as is and not complicated. Buying ketoprak for money is not his style.

The social soul in him is quite thumbs up, while in America Tasya willing to keep his car far away to be able to play with friends whose social status is far below him.

Tasya would rather hang out with such a person than hang out with a person who likes to show off the wealth of his master with a series of hypocritical words that make Tasya want to vomit if she hears them.

“Bang Ketoprak 1 serving, eat here yes.”

Tasya sat on one of the neatly lined plastic chairs.

“Bang I used to ketoprak one serving, cepet bang already laper this.”

Tasya's eyes glared even though covered in his flagship sunglasses, Buset.mbak think I bought ketoprak because of a prank, Tasya cursed in the heart.

“What complex is this bang, rame bang.” Ask Tasya to ketoprak's brother who is preparing an order for 2 customers.

“Mbak Transfer, yes? It has been six months here is a very rame especially if the night, biasalah because this complex is the safest entrance to the new road that is usually made for wild races.” Ketoprak.

Tasya's mouth forms O's furup while nodding.

“Enak really tough, change take aja.”

“The money is very big, Makasih mbak,” shouted brother ketoprak because Tasya has gone far enough.

“Let's run the second plan,” Tasya smiled sweetly while wearing the seat belt in his car.

***

“Jam just got home, where are you from?”

The words Tasya heard after opening the door.

“During America you always come home at this hour? Bad habits you do not bring to Indonesia.”

“Night does not mean bad, depending on what it does.” Answer Tasya.

“You are aware no, now what time is.” Papi Tasya's voice was slightly raised.

“Jam 2 why?” Tasya has climbed the stairs one by one.

Sound of breath from the person under the stairs, “Rest”

“Cih, so strange.”

Tasya poured out his body and grabbed a contract document that he had previously held.

“At last during the school holidays I have positive activities that can generate money.”

Tasya opened his Instagram account, but not for long a notification from the incoming email.

“From granda?” Tasha opened the email message.

“What document is this, which I really have to do, the office person. But, but there's money. Grandpa is cool.”

“Emang sustenance it can not be far from the child solehah.”

Tasya began to open the school tool in the suitcase and arrange it on an empty table that is already available.

Tasya spent the first night in Indonesia cleaning things and then wrestled with his laptop until the sun almost appeared.