He's Mine (Sharing Love)

Learning With Camer

"Kok you didn't say Dek, if there's an appointment with Ahmed at the store?"

"Hehehe. forgot Bun," Anggi replied, with a smile adorning his embarrassed face.

Of course Anggi was embarrassed, because he could forget the meeting with Ahmed when he got off the school bus.

"I'm sorry, I'm forgetful." Anggi apologized to Ahmed.

"What is Anggi. I actually came here to ask for help from Auntie," said Ahmed explained about his arrival.

"Help?"

"Auntie can help you?"

Anggi and Anjani, together when asked Ahmed. The two of them were confused by Ahmed's words.

Finally, Ahmed said what he wanted. That is asking the mother Anggi, to be taught how to make Indonesian cakes, or Indonesian cuisine.

"Would you like to open an Indonesian restaurant?" asked Anggi, after hearing the explanation given by Ahmed.

"No. I just want to learn. Who knows, tomorrow-tomorrow could be his son-in-law Indonesian. Hehe..."

Anggi and Anjani look at each other. And shortly afterwards, Anggi laughed. Guessing that, what Ahmed said was just a joke.

"Hehehe... You joke it's not funny" said Anggi, on the sidelines laughing.

But it was different from what the mother thought.

Anjani thinks that, this Ahmed is telling his heart. Although not directly. And this was not realized by Anggi.

As a parent who has eaten a lot

the salt acid of life, of course Anjani knows the implied meaning of Ahmed's words earlier.

But Anjani just smiled. He did not acknowledge it, or give any response.

"Can you be Auntie? For matters of materials, I will bring my own," said Ahmed again. Requesting approval from Anjani.

"You're not in school, son? Some mothers aren't cooks or cooks either."

"I home schooling Auntie" replied Ahmed telling.

Ahmed so tell about the school, which finally did not go to formal school.

Since he moved to his papa state in the middle east, Ahmed went to school with a home schooling system. Three meetings for a week. With the teacher coming to his house.

And now, since moving to the United States again, Ahmed continues his schooling using the same system as when he was in his father's country.

Moreover, he currently also holds his family business in the culinary field. Especially the cake shop, which is not only in this apartment building. But there are in some other outlet stores.

"Yes, young entrepreneurs" Anjani said in response to what Ahmed had told him.

"Not even Aunt. I'm just learning and still a beginner. And this is also a family business. Not my own."

As it turns out, Ahmed is not the type of guy who is proud of what he has.

Anjani and Anggi, both smiling. Heard the words that Ahmed had just spoken.

"How's Auntie? Can Auntie help me?" asked Ahmed, who wanted to know how to answer from Anggi's mother.

"Tante is not a cook Nak Ahmed. But, if it's easy to learn anyway, Auntie can help."

Ahmed smiled happily, hearing the answer given by Anjani.

"Thank you Auntie. I can start when to come to study?" It seems, Ahmed can't wait to get close to Anggi in his own way.

"Emhhh. Aunt is home. Not working outside either." Anjani finally wants to also accept a request from his friend Anggi.

"Ok Aunt. Thank you very much. I'll start tomorrow. But, that's if Anggi's gone home from school."

Even though he is still a teenager, and Anjani is Anggi's mother, Ahmed knows that it is not a good thing.

He understood, if the existence of just alone with Anggi's mother, can cause a lot of gossip and the existence of demons that follow them.

This is certainly approved by Anjani and also Anggi himself.

"Oh yeah Auntie, Anggi. I can only bring this cake. The only thing on the counter was this. Haven't made any more for that cake from the middle east."

Ahmed handed over three boxes of cookies, which were in a paper bag with his store brand. He just put it on the table. Not yet handed over to the host.

"Well, I'm bothered to bring all these hands" said Anjani, who felt that what he was carrying was too much.

Different from Anggi. He opened a box of cookies. He wanted to know what cakes Ahmed had brought.

Moreover, Ahmed said that if, these pastries are middle east cakes. A cake she usually likes.

Apparently, not only kebab brought by Ahmed. There are several other types of cakes, which are indeed characteristic of middle eastern cakes.

And everything is certainly liked by Anggi.

*****

In a holding cell.

Clarissa was no longer shouting as usual. He was more silent, and unwilling to join his fellow prisoners.

In Clarissa's heart, she didn't want what she experienced yesterday to happen again.

'When did the police come to pick us up for a hearing or just testify? I want to get out of this cell. Even if it's just for a moment.'

Clarissa longs for the same freedom she used to be. He doesn't want to be in a holding cell. Moreover, if the occupants are also the same as those currently in the holding cell along with him.

He shuddered in horror, remembering what he had experienced yesterday.

'Actually, what was put in my mouth yesterday. Why do I still want to vomit until now?'

Clarissa had no idea what had gone into her mouth yesterday. And of course now it's in his stomach. Because yesterday, he was able to get it out. In fact, he finally fainted, after swallowing it.

He thought that, what was currently inside his stomach was not an ordinary thing. It is decent food.

Clarissa thought that, it was some kind of medicine, or...

"Ugh! Yuck!"

Suddenly, Clarissa felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Hoe! Yuck!"

"Huh, can you just shut up?"

Madam asked with a snarl at Clarissa. He was angry, because Clarissa was constantly like the one who was about to vomit.

"Oii, warden?"

Madam yells to call the prison warden, to come immediately and provide assistance to Clarissa.

Moments later, the prison guards came closer to where the prison cell was located. With a fierce face, the prison warden asked all the prisoners in this cell. "What's screaming?"

"Look! He was like someone who wanted to vomit earlier. Just take it to the bathroom. If he vomits here, this iron cage will get dirty later."

The prison warden only smiled obliquely, hearing the words spoken by the madam.

But since the warden saw Clarissa's pale-looking state, he couldn't act ordinary anymore.

Quickly, he immediately contacted the medics guarding this detention house. To come check on Clarissa.