He's Mine (Sharing Love)

Table Number 17

A car driven by Abhimanyu, taking all his family, to an Indonesian restaurant.

In America, Abhimanyu is no longer afraid, to drive his own car.

This is because, traffic in America, is more organized and disciplined. Road users, nor are they original. They comply with traffic rules, much better, than in Indonesia.

That is why, Abhimanyu does not need a driver, just to be able to leave and go home from the office to his apartment.

In the past, Mama Amel had given him an offer, to occupy his family's ministry, which is in the city of Atlanta.

But Abhimanyu refused. He will be more comfortable, if he is in an apartment that is not too big, because it will be simpler, for his small family.

Abhimanyu thought that, living in the Mension would make his family feel sad, and uncomfortable, if one day, there were family members of Amel's mother who came.

Even Awan, Mama Amel's granddaughter, chose to live in a modest flat, rather than in their mension, or a larger apartment than her current one.

Abhimanyu praised the attitude of Awan, who was not like other young men, who were proud and happy, to use the facilities and facilities he had.

"Dad. Where are we going?" asked Anggi, who was in the end curious as well, where his father would take them all.

"Would you eat Indonesian food?" answer Abhimanyu, with a question too.

"Yep!" anggi answered enthusiastically.

"What do you want to eat, vegetable or anointing?" ask Abhimanyu again, by mentioning some types of typical Indonesian food.

"Emhhh... soto Medan or soto Betawi no Yah?" answer Anggi, by asking about some of his favorite soto.

"Adek, that's a food request all soto?" ara asked, responding to Anggi's question, to her father.

"Belgium!" said Anggi while grimacing towards her brother, Ara.

"Later ask the same service yes" said Abhimanyu, who smiled at the voices of his two children who were arguing.

"Later on, you two don't keep arguing over dinner." Anjani warns her two children.

"Yes Bun. But not promises either. Hehe..." Anggi said with a cry, hearing the words of his mother.

Ara just kept quiet, heard the words of her mother, and pinched Anggi's arm, because it was impolite to say the words of her mother earlier.

"Ihhh Brother. It hurts!" Anggi complained about her brother's pinching, on his arm which now hurts.

"You again?" ara asked, positioning her fingers, her hands, who were ready to pinch her again.

"So!" yelled Anggi quickly, dodging his sister's pinch.

"Sir, Adek. Ahh, "" said the mother, stopping the two who were fighting.

"Sister Bun," said Anggi complaining.

"You," said Ara quickly.

"Sister who nyubit Anggi!" yelled Anggi with annoyance.

"Huuu.." poked Ara, while turning her lips.

Abhimanyu smiled to himself, looking at the two children, from the rearview mirror, which was on it.

While Anjani, can only breathe, while shaking her head hearing the two back fighting and arguing about something that is not important.

Moments later, the car entered the restaurant's parking area.

"Yeee... right up!"

Anggi exclaimed happily, when he saw the Indonesian restaurant building, which has Indonesian characteristics as well.

"yeah. His Indonesian servants are also Yah?" ask Anggi, who can not resist his curiosity.

"Look at yourself later on inside." Abhimanyu did not answer Anggi's question, but asked his son, in order to find his own answer, while already inside the restaurant.

"Sgratimin," said Ara, with his tongue sticking out his sister.

"Geekk!" sahut Anggi, do not want to lose.

"You can be polite, right?" anjani asked, reprimanding the two children, in order to be better, and not constantly mocking each other.

"Mother don't want to yes, if you can't be polite later."

"Yes Bun," answered Ara and Anggi, simultaneously.

And the two of them, looking at each other, because without command, can answer questions from the mother with the same answer, aka compact.

"Don't" asked Abhimanyu, when his two children no longer argue, and behave better than before.

"Just mad mother, if you are still like that," said Anjani, threatening both.

"Yes-iya Bun. Sorry," said Anggi, hugging his mother's hand, spoiled.

Ara, position herself beside her father. So, he held his father's hand, just like Anggi, who hugged his mother's hand.

The four of them, entered the restaurant, with quiet steps.

"Sit where is Dad?" asked Ara, when she saw that some tables in the restaurant still looked empty.

"A little while" answered his father, then took the phone in his pants pocket.

"Oh, we go to table no 17."

Abhimanyu told Ara, after seeing his cell phone.

Ara looked around. But, it seemed that he did not see the number 17, in the row of restaurant tables, neatly arranged with a sufficient amount for a small family, like this family.

"There is no 17 Well" said Ara, who did not find the number 17.

"It may be on top of Kak" said Ara, who saw the stairs, not far from where he stood.

"We'll just ask the waiter." Anjani gave an opinion.

"Bun-bun, look!"

Anggi asked her mother to see what she showed.

Apparently, what was asked by Anggi earlier to his father, he could find the answer.

All waiters of this Indonesian restaurant, are Caucasian, and not Indonesian. All of them, the servants, also wear the uniform of the waiter, which is a mixed batik pattern, from various regions in Indonesia.

"Well, the batik motif is unique."

Anggi and Ara, could not help but give judgment to the uniform of the servants.

"Sorry, may I know where is table 17?" asked Ara, to one of the servants passing by.

"Oh, table 17 is on top."

The answer given by the servant, made Ara and Anggi look at each other with surprise.

As for Abhimanyu and Anjani, only smiling and nodding politely, at the servant who was now resigned to retreat from them.

"Don't you hear? He speaks fluent Indonesian and there are no bulls."

"Yes Deck. So embarrassed Brother, the English snob," said Ara, who never thought that, the waiter at this restaurant, spoke good Indonesian.

"Look," asked Abhimanyu, so that the two of them would come with him up the stairs, so that they could get to the top floor, where table 17 was located.

"Kok bother on top anyway Well? Under the clock is wider, and easy, if you need anything when you want to call the waiter." Anggi again said, protesting.

But Abhimanyu only smiled faintly, and remained silent. Thus, Anggi would no longer wonder, or say anything, to chimed in on the answers he said.

Ara and her mother, stepped up to follow her father and her sister, Anggi, who had already reached the top.

"Mother. Ara wants to go to the toilet first yes," said Ara, who could not help herself, to go to the restroom first.

"Yes already.You dare yourself right? do you need Mother interracial?" ask Anjani, make sure if Ara dares herself to the restroom.

"Yes Bun, how dare."

"It will go up straight away when it's done. Keep looking for table number 17 huh," said the mother again, and let Ara go alone to the restroom.