I'm Not the First

Chapters. 4

"Grandmother Asmirah was too praise and exaggeration, I also just learned again my cooking skills thanks to special education and special training from Grand Lady Hilda Winaryo," Asti said.

Everyone laughed at Asti's words. That night became their dinner for the last time before Asti left for the Capital of Jakarta.

Bu Hilda looked at her second granddaughter Asti's foster sister, "Asmirandah please help your sister to clean things up, pity your brother if you have to clean everything alone," she asked Bu Hilda.

Ms. Hilda walked away leaving her two faithful grandchildren in the kitchen.

"Any Grandma, but Asti has conditions! Can you?" Ask Asmirah with a hopeful and meaningful smile.

Asti took a quick glance at Asmirah before answering the questions and requests from his cousin's sister, "what do you want and why despite all the conditions if you want to help others anyway," asti who stared pushyly at his sister.

Asmirandah smiled wryly, before answering the question from her brother," a-nu i-tu kak help my work from the teacher would you?" Asmirah asked expectantly but somewhat stuttered as she spoke.

A few moments later, they cleaned the entire kitchen room so that mice and cats did not come into the kitchen if they were asleep.

After they ate as usual, Asti cleaned all the utensils and cookware and ate it he washed it clean. Asmirandah joined her grandmother in the family room to watch one of the private television shows.

Asti glimpsed at his grandmother being, "It's a good time to talk to Grandma about the offer from Mbak Azizah, bismillahbornrahmanirrahim hopefully yes," Asti hoped.

As Asti walked towards the family room, his grandmother and his sister Asmirandah were watching soap operas on one of the private television stations that depicted the flying fish.

The 24-inch glass screen is still black and white, but the picture from the TV is still very clear. They have not used flat screen tv because they do not have more money to buy a new one. Asmirah and her grandmother laughed out loud seeing the acting of one of the soap opera artists.

"Yes Allah.why well this is a beautiful artist but, the role is always evil and make the emotions of high mothers, if only being the main character would definitely be praised by all the people who watch," asmirah.

"Yes, what are you saying is true once but, surely the salary is high huh?" The Bu Hilda.

The arrival of Asti who was sitting in the middle of them turned their eyes diverted for a moment.

"Grandmother, I want to talk to Grandma" he said, playing the end of his shirt by twisting and twisting the end of his shirt.

Bu Hilda did not reply or respond to the words of her first grandchild. He only glanced at Asti and turned his attention to the television.

"Grandmother, Ms Azizah called me to help her work at her employer's house, can I come there?" Ask Asti carefully who is sitting her butt on that teak chair.

Her grandmother only saw her grandson's face. Then back sipping coffee that still puffed the smoke with fried bananas and fried cassava as a complement and his Grandma drinking friends at that time.

Asti looked expectantly and anxiously at her grandmother. Actually from a long time ago, he wanted to go to the Capital of Jakarta, after knowing if his birth mother was still alive and living in the City of Jakarta, Jakarta, from that was also a strong reason to make him interested in receiving requests and offers from his brother.

"If you want to go to work please son, Grandma will not hinder you, Grandma can only pray for the best for Grandma's grandchild" he said while holding Alisha's hand.

"But, what about Grandma, I'm sure grandma would be lonely without Asti here and who would love Grandma if I left," asti said accompanied by tears that had been stuck at the end of her eye pelup finally fell as well.

"It is not necessary for you to worry about it all, go God willing, my grandmother will be fine" said his grandmother Bu Hilda who persuaded her granddaughter, who was, then wiped away the tears Asti had already flooded her face.

They hugged each other and expressed sadness because they were going to separate the next day. Asti will also follow in the footsteps of his older cousin to work in the big Capital of Jakarta.

"Grandmother is hard to let go of my granddaughter, but for your good and your future! Grandma sincerely to release you to Jakarta, Grandma prayed that with your departure you could meet with your parents," her inner Bu Hilda who quietly wiped her tears that represented her sad feelings.

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