Is It Wrong Not All Right?
Mothers...
At the very least, now Win is not the only person who becomes Fina-Win's friend can be a friend, friend, girlfriend, or whatever Fina needs. Fina now has Fuji and Letta. The three of them became familiar, even to create a Whats-App group called “The Girls”.
The three of them made an appointment at the cafeteria and agreed to bring each other supplies from home. Fina carried the fried noodles with her eggs. The most practical menu. But what about taste? don't be underestimated.
“You need to drink first no?” Letta asked. They sat at one of the canteen tables, separating with a gang of guys. 3 rice omprengs with a variety of looks on their table. Canteen, any day is always crowded. So no need to ask again his condition.
“Should have been, yes. Nobody has a drink, right? I also had a drink designed by guys.. But rame it you want to ngantri?” Fuji pointed at the queue at the brewer who was tiled with his chin.
“Gak pa-pa. Than not drinking. I can't eat no drink. You guys are normal, right?”
Fina.
“Gue pesenin yes, bentar. You guys eat first.” Letta immediately rushed over to buy the drink they used to order.
“Letta is like that. The loyalties are passing.” Fuji tells Fina the character of Letta.
“Antara loyal same thirst, sih.” joked Fina, he has started to deft with both.
“Yes too, sih.” They both laughed.
Fuji opens the lid of his ompreng, looking at the tempting rice and chicken soy sauce seasoning.
“Kamsahamni—“ Just now Fuji wants to devour rice and chicken pieces in his spoon, someone first snatched it, took Fuji's first feed from behind. Dery. The man's head appeared from behind, adjusting his body to Fuji's sitting position.
“Em... So yummy. Who's cooking?” said Dery without sin while blasting food in his mouth.
Fina grabbed Fuji's hand which was located on the table, like it was giving strength. “Yang stoic, yes.” He said with a sad look.
Fuji nodded with a face. From behind came one more guy.
“I also want dong bribed.” Win teases Fina. His eyes were fixed on one more ompreng which was still tightly closed. “Whose it has?” Win tries to touch the toothpaste, but is immediately opposed by Fuji.
“Don't!! It's got Letta!” Fuji. was puffing around, his hands sticking forward, warning.
“This one, nih.” Fina floated a spoonful of noodles towards Win.
Win opened his mouth and pampered like a baby boy. “A.. More dong, Mah.”
“HEH!!” Dery. “Kok already Mama-Papa?”
“E-no that means, Der.” Win confusedly explained to Dery the tulalit.
A moment later Letta came to bring 3 drinks with 2 back. “Finally..”.
“Udah y'all back there cage. Don't bother us again eating.” Fuji expels Dery and Win. The expelled, return to their original place.
“Lo bring what, Let?” Fina was curious about Letta's ompreng that had not been touched by the slightest wind.
Letta opened the toothpaste. “Tadaaaa...”.
“Fried rice? What pake is that? Fuji looked astonished to see the mixture in Letta's fried rice.
“Pake pineapple.”
“Hah? Pineapple? Is it good?”
“Nak! Try deh.”
Fuji tasting. Turns out Letta wasn't lying. Fried rice combined with pineapple creates its own delicious flavor.
“Fin, want to try?” Letta offers Fina.
Fina woke up from her daydream. He moved his head to the right and left. “No, deh. I have tried. Delicious, Kok.” Fina agreed with Letta. Pineapple fried rice is a great recipe.
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Fina came home with energy that had been sucked because she saw Letta's pineapple fried rice. There are always memories in the pineapple fried rice. Sweet memories. So sweet, it becomes bitter when the sweetness is over.
Fina opened the door handle of the house. He walked with a boneless body into his room. In the doorway of her room, Fina stood up. Pensively. His proposal was straight staring at the usual bed. In the past, before feeling the pain of loss, before the waves hit, Fina often fell asleep in the lap of her mother, on the bed. Gently stroked while playing soothing music. Fina still remembers every moment how flickering her mother's fingers rubbed her hair, and how shady the music on each note.
His now-empty bed threw him back into that good time.
“Bu, later if Fina is already big, Mother remains the same Fina, right?” ask Fina who was 7 years old. I looked up, staring at his mother's face from her lap.
The music kept flowing, giving it tranquility.
Nadia could only reply with a smile. Destiny no one knows. Fina was too small to get that answer.
Nadia did not stop rubbing the base of Fina's head lovingly.
“Fina scared Mom go. If you go, who will cook pineapple fried rice for Fina?” Little Fina returned to chattering as she pleased.
“Later you will grow up to be a great adult woman, Fina. Which can cook pineapple fried rice itself, more delicious than made by Mother.”
“To whom does Fina elus-elus hair? Fina doesn't want to elus-elus alone.” Fina was weaving her lips, while folding her hands on her chest.
Nadia chuckled at the temperament of her beloved child.
“Later you will meet the person who loves you sincerely. Which will stroke your hair softer than Mom,” said Nadia. The smooth sound is no less surprising with relaxation music.
Nadia looked down, found her son was already sound asleep. Nadia has a smile. He continued to carry out his duties of petting the Fina rambt among the musical accompaniment, not wanting to disturb the comfort of his little daughter.
A sincere person who will stroke your hair softer than Mom? Unfortunately, Fina did not hear that.
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