IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Model kebaya mom

My day went by with feelings that I felt were getting more complicated. More and more I am required to understand many things. Just to understand myself, I feel incapable.

"does anyone want to accompany papa to the wedding? "

ask me when we were all sitting in the living room.

"tumben pa, usually the same mom" I said

"mama there's an exhibition tomorrow morning" she told me.

"wah, exhibition. Where ma, the streets there ah home from school" exclaimed adek with happiness.

"in moll x" replied mama briefly.

"sister tomorrow's schedule is not tight? " ask papa to me.

"no, the beginning of the semester is still loose. What time is papa's event? "

already several times I accompanied papa to meet coworkers, after previously adek who more often come everywhere. Now adek often refused on the grounds 'many tasks'

"that's why tomorrow you leave the vehicle online only. Noon papa pick up to campus ya"

after discussing some of the things, he also got an agreement between me and papa.

Adek indeed from the past likes to walk in other molls with me who prefers to use free time to sleep.

This late mama event, there must also be someone targeted equally adek. In addition to enjoying a walk in the moll, I really like it again when shopping.

Not waiting late, after there is a deal with papa I immediately go into the room. In addition to praying Isya also to reply to Dian's message. How many messages have come in. If it is not answered, it will continue to be sent.

After the incident, Dian became increasingly routine absenteeism, even until he got an answer. Sometimes I feel uncomfortable, like an overprotective one. I told you that he doesn't have to worry like that. But for free, the explanation of him again made me shut up. Will a person who loves always keep it that way?

Finally I gave up myself, which is important in the real world he's not that protective. After all protective is only what concerns the uminya.

He never asked anything personal.

Maybe Dian knows a lot about me. From Melan or from another friend who had been a spy for him. In the midst of a warm attitude he can still be indifferent style as unfamiliar when on campus. I can understand and it's getting better for me. Not dealing with that guy is better. Fondled the campus star guy. That's enough in the mass SMA first. The masses that people say are the most pleasant, to me, are troublesome.

There are no tasks for tomorrow so I can sleep faster. Unfortunately, it has not yet replaced the sleeping lights mama has knocked on the door with adek.

"why ma? " ask me to investigate, because I saw my mother carrying something.

"sister try, mama has the latest design kebaya" said mama while thrusting the clothes in hand.

"but ma, should ya wear something like this? " ask me while turning the shirt towards the mirror

"iya donk kak, papa's friends must be entrepreneurs. Must donk perform well, let's not be shy" chirped adek. As if he understood the most, in fact he is the one who is more often an assistant papa.

"who knows if there are such lyrics" continued adek babble

"what the hell are you decking"

he likes me the most

"nah gini sis" mama helped me try and tidy up.

"momorrow to be ready" asked Mama

"can mama" replied q a little reluctantly. Not because his kebaya is not good.

"eh ma, who's wearing make-up? " again chirping.

"adek, what the hell. Like going anywhere. No, no make-up make-up. Don't listen to me ma"

"but actually also said adek kak. Moreover, my sister finished activities on campus. Keep it fresh if you wear make-up. No need to be thick"

"but Kay left from college. How to make-up. Kay can't"

"sister asked for help with a friend who used to play here. Who, Siska yes. Mama see she always polishes her face even if it's thin"

Secretly attention is also this one mother. I don't want to call Siska. It would not be a big thing for Siska as she was already used to keeping make-up sets in the car.

"count-count as a model mom sister, help promotion. Yes ma"

and this one sentence made me completely unable to resist.

After all the business is done, I can sleep too.

"who is brother? " ask me who was a little surprised when I saw that Jo's car was parked.

"antarin mama" replied Brother Jo briefly

"where? " again I asked because it didn't look like Jo's mother

"in the boutique"

the short answer from Brother Jo made me choke. Right now I drink my favorite milo milk.

In a boutique, it means dealing with clothes. Is it to attend the same event as Papa?

"eh this baby grandpa early in the morning is already beautiful fragrant again"

I turned my own thoughts to the little baby in Jo's lap. And it makes me even more sure that his mama is in a suit.

"to campus what time is Kay"

"it's ready too. Stay online motorcycle taxi"

"why use an online motorcycle? "

"later to pick up papa, want to meet papa to the condangan"

"who's at hotel x? "

"less know ya"

a loud voice from the front. Two mama is already crowded what if a group of mama-mama?

that woman is yes.

"eh Kayra's. Already going to campus" said his mother brother Jo

"yes aunt" I answered briefly.

"Johan invites Kayra to go with aunty, instead of taking an online taxi? "

Again Jo with courage

"kok ride ojek online. Yes mbak let together with Johan aja" and the mother gave support

"Kayra wants? "

breathing was relieved because my mother was still asking for my opinion. I didn't want to tell them to go with me.

"no need to mention Kayra. Like your grandfather, you guys are already considered like your own children" hearing the words of his mother Jo so bad to refuse.

"iya aunt. Kayra get the bag first"

After all the saying goes immediately enter the car. Mom brother Jo asked me to sit in the front. But just as I was about to open the door, there was someone in front of Melan. Along with his motor. For a moment I pegged, somehow it became so heavy to open the car door. While from the back of the car already gave the command

"ayo Kayra, come in"

a little smile, to greet the people who cross there or to agree commando.

"that wasn't Rahardian? "

ask Jo after the car has driven a few meters.

"yes sister"

"means you know each other? "

"yes, know"

"but why while on campus he's like he doesn't know you. Never nigger say hello, talk"

"feeling brother is possible"

because I don't want to talk about it any further I'll switch the conversation to an invitation I'll attend later with papa.

I asked his mother Jo. And sure enough, we'll attend the same event later. Good that means there's someone else I know there.

After dropping off her mother, our sister Jo headed straight for campus.