He's Mine (Sharing Love)

Night Guest Day

The day soon passed. The afternoon changed, and now, the afternoon had also changed with night. The twilight in the sky of Jakarta, has changed with the twinkling of colorful city lights. Make the atmosphere of the capital, always festive even at night.

At Sofie's mother's house, Sekar who had just come from campus, opened an ice closet. He wanted to make ice syrup, to eliminate the thirst that came. While picking up the syrup bottle, he noticed there was a salty bowl of Bogor.

"Well, seger here. Who buys, a lot. Four bowls? well, fitting one-on-one," mutan Sekar, then take one bowl of salted Bogor available. He thought, if there are four bowls, it means he also gets a one-piece ration.

Now, Sekar brought the ice syrup he had made. He also brought a bowl of pickled water that had been in the fridge. Before long, he walked towards the middle room, which looked quiet. Perhaps, his father and mother were at an event, and Yasmin had not yet returned home, or was in the room.

Eating in the middle room. He enjoyed the hankering Bogor, while playing mobile phones, replying to incoming messages from his friends.

"Ih, this tumben is delicious salty, not as usual. The seasoning is also fitting, not too spicy or sweet," said Sekar, twirling the bowl, to see the plastic packaging used for the pickled container. In the plastic packaging of the bowl, there is a business name that Sekar knows.

"Lho, this is a house cafe owned by Jani, who brought it? Did Jani come, or did Abi go to work, and now stay at home, as usual?"

Now, wondering about the existence of Bogor pickles, which he is eating right now. He immediately turned his head to the stairs, as he heard footsteps intending to descend from the top floor. It turned out to be Yasmin, her sister, and her guess was right, that Yasmin was home, but in the room.

"What is it, brother?" yasmin asked, looking at Sekar who was looking at her

"Nothing. Who is this ashinan? My brother had already taken it and ate it too. You know, try it," replied Sekar, while showing the sauerkraut he held. He pretended, did not recognize the writing on the plastic packaging earlier.

"Oh, Abi's the one who brought. He said, take it from his wife. I haven't tried. I put it in the fridge. Brother does not eat first, even eat pickled. What about stomach pain?"

Yasmin, answered questions from her brother, Sekar, and explained also about the asinan Bogor that is currently enjoyed. He also said that if Abi's mas_, in the upper room, was resting. But, he also did not like the habits of Sekar, who originally ate, and did not pay attention to the condition of his stomach that was empty.

"Is there an Abi?" ask Sekar, make sure. He does not care about the words and questions of his sister, Yasmin. He could not wait, to hear the answer from his sister, Yasmin.

Yasmine just nodded. But, he also took the sauerkraut bowl in Sekar's hand, then began to taste the pickles. It seems, Yasmin was curious, with what her brother had said, about the salience.

The salty suit had entered his mouth, Yasmin began to chew and felt the taste of the pickle. He couldn't deny it, if it tasted good. The combination of spicy herbs and fresh fruits that exist, make him delicious and want to eat it again.

"Well, that's right. This is delicious, and not the same as the one at the stall near the campus huh Kak?"

Now Yasmin admitted, if Bogor made by her brother-in-law, Anjani, it was delicious. He immediately bribed again, and did not wait for Sekar who still wanted to eat as well.

"Eh, it's Brother's. You take it yourself there to the refrigerator. Well. don't spend Yasmin!" Sekar, yelling annoyed, because Yasmin ate the pickles continuously. In the fridge, there is still.

"Pelit ah, that's not okay" Yasmin said, sneering at her brother.

"Eh, this isn't about stingy. But you have your own part. Ma'am Jani, bring four sauerkraut bowls, which means, each one can be one for us-us. Dad, Mom, you and brother. This thing, brother part, you're there yourself!" Now, nagging because of his sister, who ate his share.

"Said he had a taste. Now, ask again it's okay. Mine, eat it again later," replied Yasmin, defending herself.

Sheep, just smiling wryly, hearing the words of her sister. He felt wrong, because earlier, he tang requested that Yasmin try hers. If Yasmin wants to eat again now, it's not her fault.

Finally, Sekar drank the syrup earlier, and moved from where he sat. He wants to go to the kitchen, and clean his old glass himself.

Before long, from the outside, there was the sound of a car stopping. Yasmin. He wanted to know who came to his house these nights.

"Who's deck?" ask Sekar, shouting loudly from the kitchen. He also wanted to know, who came night and night, to the house.

"Assynoltom..."

"Wallaikumsalam..."

Yasmin answered the greetings from the guests who came. He immediately moved from where he was sitting, and saw who came to the club to visit the house these nights.

"Sorry, is Sofie's mom there?" ask the guests who came.

Yasmin, carefully observed it, though it would not be noticed by the guest. He also began to guess who this guest was.

The guest who came to the house, was a woman with an approximate age, who was at about Yasmin, not much different age from her sister-in-law, Anjani. This guest, has a fashion sense that looks socialite. This is seen from the bag and also the clothes worn by the guest.

"Who is it?" yasmin asked, pretending to be indifferent and not paying attention to the appearance of her mother's guest who had just arrived

"I'm Risma. I know Sofie's mom, when there was a seminar yesterday at the town hall. Coincidentally, I just moved to Jakarta from Bogor. This was right through the area, and already informed Sofie's mother, if I'm going to stop by," replied the guest, by introducing himself as well.

"Oh, mom's friend huh. Just pantes, social appearance like this," Yasmin said in her heart. He certainly could not have said that in person, in front of his mother's guest, who introduced himself by the name, Risma.

"Emhhh... does Sofie's mother exist?" asked Risma, who was feeling bad, because she was seen by Yasmin with a probing look.

"Ad. a. there is a coke" replied Yasmin, stammering. He was nervous, because he was caught watching his mother's guest.

"Who's deck?"

From the back, Sekar appeared, who immediately asked, who came to visit.

"This is Brother, mother's guest," replied Yasmin, as soon as Sekar was nearby.

"Oh, yes, I have. Call mom there deck," Sekar orders Yasmin to call her mother who is in the room.

"Eh yes-iya Brother. I'll call mom first!"

Finally, Yasmin walked quickly to the back. He went to his mother's room, to let her know if any guests were coming.

"Let's Tan, uh. mbak.. uh, what do you call him. Sekar confused. if Aunt, still young, if mbak.. ah, just come in and please sit."

Sekar became confused, when he wanted to call what was the right call for his mother's guests. Finally, he simply invited the guest, to come in and sit in the living room.

"Call anything can be deck. Mostly, I'm not much different from you, or your brother, if I have a sister. Hehe..."

His mother's guest, it turns out, has a good sense of humor, and not only fashion sense and appearance that looks fashionable. The guy, too, impressed smart. This according to Sekar.

"Eh.. has come yes Risma. Sorry yes, I even overslept, but the night was not so late."

From the back, Sofie's mother comes along with Yasmin, who was in charge of waking her mother up. She was now, sitting in the living room, along with her mother as well. While Sekar, back in and up to the top floor, to clean himself first. Later, he intends to get off, when dinner arrives.