INTROVERT LOVE'S
Episode 7's
Already Familiar
To shorten the story of the most awaited and unwanted day, eagerly awaited because who does not wonder what it is like to wear a high school uniform with new school equipment? Unwanted because who can give up so many memories? Split up and leave loved ones? Yes, I love schoolmates and all teachers even though I don't know if they are. Then one asks, what kind of farewell is happy?
As one of the requirements of graduating all third-graders are required to perform one performance at the end of the year art stage, it is clear like other stories about a closed human being, he said, not a single classmate offered me to join their group until in the school cafeteria a human-female elf approached and saved me.
“Skill your guitar is qualified yet?”
“Ha?”I choked because the meatballs I chewed were not completely swallowed.
“If you have, I want to ask for help,” he continued.
“What help?”
“Yeee, just asked for help already crying.”
“I choked, Ra!”
“Ha ha ha, we can choose friends randomly, right? For the farewell art show later? So, I want you to accompany my poetry with guitar.”
“Serious?” I can't believe it.
“He em.”
“Musicalization poem?”
“Yes, the poem I made myself so your guitar quotes should not disappoint.”
“Siap, where is the exercise? Start when?”
“At your home ? Just learn to cook cakes with your Mama, can every weekend? Saturday and week?” Ara's eyes sparkled but still lost shine from my eyes, my chest felt glowing, disco lights lit up there. I'm very happy.
You guys never did? in the school period hoping to get a picket schedule on the same day as he likes, or really wants to sit close to him, can one group to do the task of the teacher who
all of that in order to see it closer and longer? That kind of feeling that I was feeling, I made sure for the next month during the training together, my chest would be filled with flowers.
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Mama is busy, the aroma of cooking up to the room, for my angel's kitchen business is more comfortable doing it yourself. One thing I'm very grateful about food Mama often gives a surprise, once I asked ‘Ma, like good jengkol rendang, yes?’That day also when home school rendang jengkol already presented on the dining table or ‘Mama when to cook banana compote again?’tomorrow I have breakfast with banana compote. What other gift do I need?
“Mamaaaa.”
“Heii, have arrived,” Mama stunned.
“Again, Ma...” I turned, Ara ran to the kitchen, grabbed my mom and kissed her cheeks. Like knowing each other for a long time.
“Loh, who's really pretty, this?” Temptation Mama.
“Maaa ..” Face Ara flushed.
I was amazed, the dongker suit he was wearing made his grace more radiated, his long-stretched hijab made me feel guilty staring at him.
“Hanan, the water is full!” exciting mama.
“Eh yes, Ma. Sorry.” I realized that the syrup I wanted to move into the teapot was already flooding the floor. Mama and Ara were compactly laughing.
One thing that most people may not realize, love sometimes makes people careless.
Five shirts I've worn and I took them back, ‘Why is it that fast he's familiar to Mama? Am I pretty handsome? No, I'm actually a sweet kid. Why the shirt? Why not a shirt? Is this at home? Mmm, or a jacket? It's cold today.” In front of the mirror a small debate occurred between me and myself until a decision could be taken wearing a shirt that was also dongker colored.
Mama chuckled from outside. I was embarrassed, rushed out of the room.
In the living room Ara was busy breaking one egg after another then put it in a frying pan, looking very serious.
“How many items?” I approached.
“Four,” answer.
“You make how many baking sheet?”
“Mama says two aja.”
“Bolu?”
“He em.” Ara.
“Iya, beginners can start from sponge first.” I tease.
“Hilih, soks-sokan.”
“Yodah means you need to add eight more.”
“Iya chef,” Ara replied. I'm holding back the laughter.
“Keep especially?”
“Sugar is equal to butter and then stirred until evenly.”
“How long?” tanyanya seriously.
“Until tomorrow,”.
“Hanan!”
“Sampe expand and evenly dong.”
I'm snapped.
“Then it is?”
“Directly enter the edges, stir evenly.”
“Tepungya how many?”
“One sack,” I replied.
“Nih.” Ara pointed her fist at me. For the umpteenth time I laughed
contentedly.
The dough had gone into the grill, Ara was busy watching the oven, from the front door Mama gave a thumbs up, I understood this was like a conspiracy between two really great team members, Mama smiled, I understood, how much I loved him.
That day we did not become a practice, Ara spent time with Mama at the store, talking about many things about cakes and other things, too, Mama also seems to like the beautiful woman or all the mothers who only have one child
treating other children outside of their own?
