Hot Duda: Love For Rangga

Warmth of the Family

"What's your money, Ci?" ask Anne that night.

Saint and Anne were already such familiar old friends. Especially with a humble Sacred personality. He did not feel himself in the least and considered others inferior. She doesn't even hang out in the kitchen to chat with Anne and Aunt Merry. He was also familiar with Mr. Agus, a man who was already among the elderly, who worked as a gardener in my home. And I tell you the thing that makes me a little sad, from last night, Suci doesn't want to just have dinner with me, she prefers to eat a lot with the others. I secretly want to eat with them, but prestige. I don't know how to start.

"Eh, there's Mister" said Anne as she watched my arrival. "Is there anything you need?"

I'm shaking. "Nothing" I said. "Just want to sit here. Can, right?"

Duh, stupid question. Time to sit at the kitchen table of my own home -- I need permission?

"Your master is funny, Ann," Saints commented gigglingly. "It's his own house, asking permission?"

Anne simply smiled, the girl would not dare to speak pretentiously to me, as would Saints and Aunt Merry.

"You guys just keep chatting. I also want to know how old you are?"

Hm... The saints are becoming more and more. "Cieee.." said he. "Some one's kepo."

"Just want to know. Who knows if you'll be having a birthday soon, I can prepare a surprise gift for you, right?"

It feels like I slapped my own mouth. The more I was lured, the more I couldn't control myself.

"Really, huh?"

"Hm."

"The lady must be something special."

"Yes, chatty...."

He giggled, then replied, "My two months are twenty-one years away. November Eleven. Remember, yes, sir."

I'm nodding. "okay."

"If Master?"

"What?"

"When is your birthday?"

Silent. It's hard to answer that question. For I myself do not know the exact date, when I was actually born into this world.

"Twenty-five December," interrupted Aunt Merry.

"OKAY. Twenty-five December," the Holy Word repeated, as if recording in the heart. "If I may know, how old is Master now?"

I smile. "Basic kepo!"

"It must be old. That's why it's a shame, isn't it?"

"About!"

"So how many? Hm? Fifty?"

Eh?

Everyone laughed out loud.

"I'm not that old, Miss...!"

"Yes, yes, sorry. Just kidding. So how many?"

"Just like you're twenty-one."

"Ah, lie. I don't believe."

"i'm serious. Twenty-one. Plus ten, plus one."

Instantly the Saints again giggled. "Tuh, right, right. You've been head three. It's tuwir..," ledeknya.

I also glared. "Thir thirties are ripe age, you know!"

"Don.. whoa, dong...!"

Like I'm not an employer, I'm laughing at everyone. And for the first time, the image that had been attached to me and I was maintaining - just decayed. But I was happy, my heart was warm among their laughter.

"Oh yes, Mr--"

"Call me as usual, Bi."

"Hm, okay. You want to eat here, right, son?"

Silent again.

But actually my heart was screaming inside - assuring me: I want to....