I'm Not a Wingless Angel

MEET AGAIN

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Heavy rain did not dampen my steps to find the coffers. In fact, in times of heavy rain this is the order even smoothly. Many people are lazy to go out, but they really want to eat something. It's almost 09:00 at night, but thank God my order is still good. Thankfully, customers only order food. I stopped at a whitewashed mansion that was no stranger to my eyes. I smiled before finally coming down to deliver the order. A security guard stood up to greet me, then smiled as if he had realized something.

" Union" he said as he opened the gate. I just nodded while returning his smile.

" Want to deliver a food order, sir, on behalf of Sandra's mother." I said after the security guard stood in front of me.

" Owh. yes uni. That's the name of the madam, who didn't deliver the time." he explained.

" Owh... Trus, how about sir, you just take the order?" my many.

" sir... Just send me here my order!" a voice arrived - suddenly answering my question earlier.

" Please uni, have been waiting for the madam." the security guard invited. I stepped through the gate, towards a woman standing on the porch of the house with a friendly smile. The closer I got, the smile slowly disappeared, the frown on his forehead coming out, like he was remembering something..

" Ondeh.." I was shocked to hear his screams, the whirring could even beat the sound of the rain.

" Let's kid, let's go up here." I climbed a few steps to reach the porch where he stood. He patted my shoulder as soon as I was near him.

" Come in, let's go in first." he took my hand to enter his palace. After removing the coat and attaching it to the small chair on the porch, I entered through the door of his tall and large house. " sammaaass.... The dimaasss!!" I gasped at her screams for the umpteenth time. I was really confused, the first time I met him, he looked meek. But today, I saw it as very powerful.

" Sit down, son, please sit down." I obeyed his orders.

" Yes ma. ya." suddenly a male voice sounded, and I looked at his presence in shock. Sure enough my guess yesterday, the face of the men who helped me when my bike broke down is not foreign. I had seen his face, he who welcomed his mother home with an anxious face at that time.

" uh, uni" he said as he pointed at me and smiled. I returned his smile with a smile as well.

" Have the bike healed?" ask without letting go of a smile.

" Waduh. waduh. You remember him, don't you, Dim?" the woman asked her son.

" Remember mom." she replied. The man named Dimas told of our meeting when my bike broke down. The woman laughed at her son's story, I just smiled.

" I want to say thank you to the uni at that time, but when I turned around, the uni was gone" he added.

" Yes, sorry...What's your name, son?" the woman realized that she did not know my name.

" call me at ma'am's." I replied.

" OK Di, put you here. Mama Sama Dimas would like to thank you very much for your help that day" he said later.

" Yes ma'am, same" I replied.

For almost an hour I sat and talked with the woman, she was a cheerful person also authoritative. Then I realized it was time to go home. I had to shut down my application directly, it was too late for me to continue my work. Dimas left me with his mother to tell me. The woman gave some blue sheets of paper, which I did not know the actual amount, to pay for her order, of course I refused it because the price of the food she ordered was not that expensive. But he insisted, even put the sheet in my jacket pocket and threw me away in a joke.

" Hey heart, son." the message was before I went down the porch stairs.

" Yes ma'am, thank you so much again." I said goodbye and stepped away to my motorbike which was still parked outside the gate. I quickly start the motor and gas to go home. Many times I have thanked for my fortune today. Remember the eldest and youngest who asked to buy a new bag. " Thank God, son, tomorrow we buy a new bag." I said in my heart, tears running down my cheeks, imagining how happy they were tomorrow.

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Mrs. Sandra

" Dowager son two." I exhaled my breath hard. It's going to get harder, especially to match him up with Dimas. I don't care about his age of 3 years older than Dimas, nor about his widow status. But, his kids? Can it fit with Dimas? She lost away to Nadia the matre, but she was nice, she was polite, and I liked her. I wouldn't know if I didn't try. Dimas also likes children and I also need children in this house to keep my brain sane.