
Handa Rista Cha, I'm going to Zia's apartment. Do you want to come?
^^^Chandra Putri Mau come, but pick up yes. Icha motor again in the workshop!^^^
Handa Rista is not really a motorbike?
That feeling is long!
^^^Chandra Putri Iya, severe damage. Kayak abis spanked by pencak silat residents 😂^^^
Handa Rista There is a lo, yes I have picked it up. Buruan prepare!
NOT FOR LONG!
Icha smiled faintly staring at her chat message with Handa, then stuffed the phone into her uniform pocket. His gaze shifted to look at the small bird that was eating voraciously, in a medium-sized cage placed on the floor.
"Had Wulan, so don't mess with gini dong. Icha tired of tau purisinnya!" The girl pouted, watching her beloved canary eat splattered everywhere.
"It will spill its water, Wulan recalcitrant! Tauk ah, Icha before Wulan!" Folding his hands together with a frown, Icha still looked at the bird with a look of dislike.
"Why are you?"
The heavy voice of someone startled Icha who was staring at the annoyed Wulan, quickly the girl turned to the source of the voice. It was seen that an adult man was folding both his hands while staring curiously at him. "Kakra is coming home?" tanya Icha frowned.
"Don't you like it when you come home?"
"Not that, Icha likes to come home!" With pleasure the girl ran closer, then hugged the body of her brother who she had missed so much. "Icha kangen tau!"
"So, I miss you too!" cakra said returning her sister's embrace with a smile.
The girl let go of her embrace, then looked at the older sister with a cheerful smile on her lips. "Why are you home too?"
"Eum... Papa is back home too! You haven't changed your clothes yet to play with Wulan?" Cakra tried to divert the conversation, "Why haven't I changed my clothes yet?"
Icha patted her head suddenly, then gave a wide grin realizing that she had not changed her uniform after coming home from school half an hour ago. "Icha can forget!"
"Yes, sister, Icha to the room first!" The girl immediately ran towards her room, after seeing a nod from her Brother. Cakra who saw it was only able to shake his head with a small smile, realizing that until now his sister was still innocent like a child.
Sorry Brother, Cha!
In the bathroom, Icha was busy cleaning herself. After a few minutes he came out with a fresher body. The girl went straight to the wardrobe, looking for a suitable outfit used by her to go to Zia's apartment later.
Must be beautiful, let Gala like it! Eh.. means not to be ugly, like a bird Kak Nanda!
Icha stopped her movements, then scratched her non-itchy head while thinking hard.
But Icha has never seen the bird Kak Nanda, who knows the bird is handsome like Kak Gala! Ish's... Icha think what the hell?!
The girl patted the eel then shook her head, then picked up her favorite shirt trying to forget what she was thinking. Not wanting to look at Handa furiously, Icha hurriedly put on her clothes, then tidied up in front of the large mirror in the room. Not to forget the girl wore thin lipgloss, to help add a pink color to her slightly pale lips.
After feeling ready with her look, the girl stepped out still with a sweet smile on her lips. Seemed in the living room Kak Cakra was sitting alone, with a laptop lit up on his lap. Icha who did not intend to ask permission, immediately walked quickly while bowing her head so as not to be caught by her Brother.
"Where are you going?"
The heavy sound of Cakra instantly halting his steps, Icha closed her eyes for a moment then slowly turned her body towards the Big Brother. "Cakra, Icha will pretend not to see!" said evasive.
"Oh so the story you want to cuekin big brother that?" ask Cakra with a faint smile on her lips.
"Yes, so fail!" He pursed his lips while folding both hands, sulking.
"No need to talk! Where are you going, how neat?" ask Cakra as he approaches.
"Eum Icha wants to.. go with Handa!" answer Icha quietly with his head slowly lowered.
"Where?" tanya Cakra. Slightly suspicious seeing her sister suddenly acting unusual, like she was hiding something from him.
"Icha want to go for a walk, I just want to go with Handa!" answer me a little confusion.
The girl who was still lowered her head, her round eyes staring at Cakra with a hint of fear. "Icha wants to go with Handa. Want to see Zia!" answer doubtfully.
Hearing that, Cakra rounded his eyes in disbelief. "You're still friends with him?" ask Cakra in a half-height tone.
Hearing that extremely unusual tone of speech made Icha gasp in shock, her head lowered again while linking her hands in fear. "Eum Icha...."
The chakras close the eyes, holding the breath with tightly clenched hands. Realizing that Icha is starting to get scared, he tries to control his emotions. "Son, I told you, far away Zia. Why don't you hear Brother's word?"
"Why did you, brother?" Icha looked back at her brother for an explanation, since the postoperative incident her brother always asked her to stay away from Zia for no apparent reason. Of course in the position of Icha it is a big question mark, because after all Zia is a good and loving child. "Why does Brother always ban Icha beteman from Zia?"
"Don't ask too many questions, Brother said! Back to the room now!" order the Chakra while pointing to his sister's room.
"No, Brother Cakra why? What's wrong with Zia, she's good!"
"It's not time you knew! You better stay away from him from now on, if you love your brother!" command the chakras without objection.
"Icha love Kakra, but when is Kakra? How long will new Kakra tell you why?" ask Icha back to stare at Cakra no less sharp, "Icha do not understand why Icha can not win with Zia!"
"Don't fuck Cha! You want Papa to know? You want Papa to get angry again?"
"No matter! Ifa wants to go first, Handa is waiting ahead!" The girl started to step on her feet, no matter if her papa knew about what she was doing. But just a few steps walk, his hand was already firmly gripped by Cakra.
"Dengerin what Brother said, Cha. Get in the room now!" command the Cakra with great emphasis.
Iche grimaced with pain in her wrist. "Sick Sister, Icha just want to see Zia doang kok!" said pleading.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?"
The baritone voice of a man suddenly surprised the two people who were fighting, seen Rico with his fierce face approaching his two children. Cakra immediately released his grip, standing before his Papa as well as Icha who was now bowed in fear.
"Why are you fighting?" rico looked intently at the two children.
"We're not fighting anyway" replied Cakra trying to be as normal as possible.
"You said you wanted to go to the room, didn't you, Cha. Yes it's there." Cakra rubbed his sister's hair affectionately, then gave the code to immediately enter the room.
"Eum... Go to Pah's room first, sister!" pamit Icha then ran towards the room.
"When will your stupid brother come in handy?" here Rico is before leaving the living room for his room.
Cakra only cursed in silence, staring at his Papa's departure with an expletive in his heart. His hands clenched tightly, not accepting what the man who had just said was his Papa.
While Icha who had not had time to enter the room, momentarily stopped her steps. Tears suddenly glided free to hear what his father had said. It is not a new thing, but still there is still pain that re-scratches the gaping wound.
When did Papa love Icha?
The girl rubbed her wet face violently, then stepped her feet into the room. He sat behind the door with tears coming back. After a long time of crying in silence, now his mood had begun to calm down. The girl recalled Handa who was waiting for her in the wild, she immediately took a cell phone to contact the girl.
Handa Rista Lo, what is it in Dalem?
Cha buruan woy, I'm tired of waiting.
Eventually, I stayed!
Cha's? Don't tell me you're sleeping again!
^^^Chandra Putri Mbb, Icha can not join Nda 😌^^^
Handa Rista Lho! Why emang?
^^^Chandra Putri Wulan cambek, do not want to eat because it does not become fooled by the birds Kak Nanda!^^^
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