I Shoot Your Love 2x

Final Exams

The relationship between Dimas and Erina continues to improve. Dimas seemed to have begun to successfully melt back the hardness of Erina's heart. Even if just greeting each other for Dimas is enough. Most importantly Erina was already kind to him. Erina is now willing to respond to incoming calls or short messages that she sent. Although the contents of the phone and the message are very short and only for a short time.

The final exam day of 12th grade is approaching. Each student is prepared for the final exam. As of now, all 12th graders get additional lesson hours. It's exhausting for sure. But that is the kind of ritual that must be lived.

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The day of the final exam has arrived. All students are closed. Except the 12th grade who will take the final exam for the graduation requirement.

Serious and tense faces adorned almost all the students who were taking the exam. The atmosphere of the school was quieter and quieter than usual.

The exam began. All students are very serious about filling and answering questions for questions. Same with Dimas. He meticulously worked out all the questions given by the school.

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The 1-week holiday given by the school really makes the students very happy. They can be free to do any activity or anywhere they like.

Ddrr... Ddrr....

Erina's phone is shaking. Chika's name was on her phone screen.

"Hello Chik"

"Hi Rin, is it busy?"

"No. What's up?"

"Yuk road. Beeth at home continue."

"Where?"

"Children go to the Mall. At 1 o'clock we pick up. Loe's ready for it."

"OK "

Exactly at 1 pm Tasya's car was parked in front of the fence of Erina's house. Erina immediately came out to them and got into Tasya's car. Today Erina and Gank spent her time in a Mall in Jakarta. Immediate holidays are really fun.

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House Dimas

Mother Devita is busy making pudding and cakes in the kitchen. The fragrant aroma of cake batter that is in the oven spreads throughout the room of the house. Wulan smiled at the look on the face of Mama Dimas who was serious with the prospective food he was making. Wulan slowly approached and greeted him.

"Morning aunt, what else is it?" greet Wulan friendly.

"Oh, Wulan. Morning." replied mama Dimas in a crisp-sounding tone.

"Auntie is busy. What else to do?" ask Wulan repeating

"This aunt again makes the same cake pudding for dessert. This is Dimas Loohh's favorite pudding." Devita's mother explained.

"Oia? Brother Dimas likes pudding too huh aunty?"

"That's great. This is precisely her favorite food from childhood. It was a time when Dimas was small if again mengambek aunty pudding this must be directly diem. In fact, he did not like the same thing as ice cream." explained Devita's mother with a small laugh. Wulan just nodded.

"Oia aunty, by the way, Dimas' sister has no boyfriend yet?" asked Wulan in a cautious tone.

Mother Devita looked at Wulan for a moment then smiled amusedly as Wulan's face reddened in embarrassment.

"Do you like Dimas?" guess Devita's mother without a stale ado.

"Ah, no aunt. Wulan is just that"

Mother Devita smiled faintly. He knew that what Wulan had just said was a lie.

"Until now, Dimas has never told his aunt that he has a girlfriend. But if you do have the same taste of aunty children, later aunty can convey to the person" said Ibu Devita slightly teasing Wulan.

Cup

(One kiss dearly landed on Devita's mother's cheek)

"Dimas, are you home?" said the mother surprised.

"Udah dong Ma's. What's your mom cooking again?" asked Dimas while paying attention to all the dishes on the stove.

"Mama Sama Wulan again make the same pudding your favorite marble cake"

Dimas only thinned his lips while nodding his head.

"Where was the test? Can you?"

"Can dong Ma... Mama's child is a smart child" said Dimas, showing his index finger to the temples of his eyes and playing his eyebrows.

Devita's mother only chuckled and shook her head at the reply from her son.

Ting...

Devita's mother's smile suddenly turned frantic as the sound of a notification came from her large oven.

"Oia Wulan, the cake looks like it's dead. Help you out." said Mama Dimas deliberately told Wulan to Dimas see that Wulan was a woman who was diligent in the kitchen.

"I-iya auntie" replied Wulan nervously.

"Be careful, baby"

Wulan carefully removed the hot cake from the oven. The very fragrant aroma of butter really spoils the sense of smell and tempts the tongue to immediately taste it. Dimas approached the marble cake that had just come out of the grill. Dimas' natural reaction was like a child's joy at seeing food, making Wulan giggle with great happiness.

"Hmmm.... It's a really fragrant cake Ma... It must be delicious." said Dimas while pointing his nose and sniffing the end of the cake aroma is still hot.

"This is Wulan loohh. Is it pretty cake?" said her mother lied. Wulan turned her gaze to mama Dimas, surprised by the words she had just spoken.

"Oia? Seriously? Is this you Wulan who made?" asked Dimas with a big smile.

"Bu-not Ak... " Wulan's mouth was gaping as her words were directly cut by Mama Dimas.

"Yes seriously doooonggg.... Silently Wulan is a cook loh Dim. If she becomes a wife, her husband will be very dear. Wulan is a cook"

Wulan's face this time was completely red like a crab saos padang because her mother Dimas flattered her with praise that made her float. Moreover, his flattery in front of Dimas directly.

"Well, that's right to be a wife. Must be a cooking pinter to be loved by her husband" said Dimas flat without flattering intent. But Dimas' words made Wulan misunderstand. His smile broadened. Plus Dimas' friendly gaze towards him made him even more happy that morning.

"Kak Dimas want to try the cake? I cut it off " said Wulan offering.

"Ntar aja. Still hot. I change clothes first" Dimas replied as he passed leaving the two of them. Wulan breathed a disappointed receiving treatment from Dimas who again ignored her.

"Prophey, Dimas his son is like that. Often menggeleselin, but originally he is good really" said Devita's mother with a small laugh. Wulan nodded slowly and smiled.

That morning Wulan helped finish cooking with Mama Dimas until it was over. The smiles of the two expand when they see the pudding made is frozen with a tempting look.

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