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A Chef
"Assalamualaikum," greetings people from outside with occasional knocking on the door.
"Waalaikumsalam," answered Mama Dayana immediately unlocked the door. While Dayana who is still sitting on the sofa just look at it.
"That must be them" Mama Dayana said as she passed her still dumbfounded daughter.
"Aaa .. You've come!" mama Dayana shouted while hugging someone. Dayana who could not see the face of her friend immediately rose and saw.
The woman did not come alone, there was a man behind her who was holding towards the automatic page she turned her back to Dayana as well as the two women who were still at home hugging.
"Hay, who is this?" silki-friends asked Mama Dayana while pointing towards Dayana.
"Eh, hay Aunt. I'm Dayana" Dayana said, kissing the woman's back in reverence.
"So, is this your son?" tanya Silki stared at Mama Dayana. While the topic of conversation is only able to smile.
The man finally turned his body and accidentally when his body turned I looked at him, to make me surprised and round my eyes directly.
'Well, her?' ask me to move in and immediately throw away the view.
"Oh, yes, this is my son's name is Aldo" said Silki introduced his son.
The man named Aldo immediately smiled at Mama and kissed Mama on the back.
"Oh, if so, we'll just have a chat in order to have lunch" take Mama inside. I went in first and turned off the television.
Pick up your phone and help you lower the plate and glass, "Where's your husband?" ask Mama to Silki.
"Have good luck, work first. He said he also wanted to meet your husband first," replied Silki who sat next to Mama.
While I sat next to Mama, I occasionally glanced at Aldo who focused on his phone and made me finally busy with the phone as well.
"Heh, Yana! Even busy with your own phone!" reprimanding Mama nudged my arm and made me stand flat for a moment.
In fact, again funny writhing various posts on social media. Must stop because of the sniffle of Mama.
"Hehe, I'm sorry Ma," I said to turn off the phone and put it on the table.
"You too Aldo, later if you want to manage the work can not?" asked Silki who Aldo did not care at all about Mama's reprimand to me.
Aldo just shut up and put the phone in his pocket.
"Eh, you're not yet acquaintances. Acquaintances first, dong," explained Silki with a smile.
"We're familiar" Aldo replied briefly with a flat face. Mama and Silki looked shocked.
"Huh? You guys ever know? When, where?" asked Silki with a row.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew Aldo?" mama asked me who was shocked because Aldo said so.
"Don't meet Ma on purpose, his name was just I knew," I answered honestly.
"Where are you?"
"Halte, Ma."
"Oh, yes, Son Dayana. Where do you work?" silki asked staring at me with both hands on the table.
'Ck, should it be someone's job? Kek aja aja, I also ogah same time his son. What is my job?' my inner.
"Heh, you were asked instead of daydreaming!" my mother protested by nudging my arm. Makes me realize that I was just daydreaming.
"If Aldo, he's a chef at one of the best-known five-star restaurants in Paris" Silki said, staring at his son.
"Wah .. so insecure, nih, Auntie. Where to make the food a lot more, definitely lose this Aunty cuisine," said Mama with a clumsy smile.
"I'm also still learning Auntie" he replied with a faint smile.
"Oh, yes, Yana has a boyfriend?" silki asked and made me instantly scratch the nape that did not itch.
"Not waiting for your child!" cut Mama off just like that when I haven't answered Auntie Silki's question.
"Eh, Mama. No, my aunt already has a boyfriend, really," I replied quickly and hopefully trusted.
"Huh? Who's your girlfriend? Does it exist?" mama asked with a face that did not believe my answer.
As for Aldo, I saw him throw away his face as if he was swearing at me because of my answer.
"Haha, there's no need to be ashamed if you're single. Aldo is also single, really," said Silki nudged Aldo's elbow and made our gazes meet.
However, I quickly decided on the look, "Judah if that is the case, we just eat, yes. Let's be strong about our children" said Mama.
Ha's? Discussing kids? Mean what? Who wants to talk about, there is nothing to talk about either.
At the dinner table only the sound of the twang of a spoon is heard, "Assalamualaikum," greetings someone by opening the door.
We all looked straight at the man, "Did you eat first, didn't wait for us!" papa said while embracing the shoulder that I can guess is papa the Aldo.
They walked towards the dining table and sat on the remaining bench, "Eh, this is the wrong sitting position," Papa criticized.
"Yes, my goodness Pa. Just sitting down to eat should be the right position, what?" I ask who knows the dark nature of my first love.
"Yes, dong. Let's be nice, Yana," said Papa and only made me shake.
Our dining table consists of 6 benches, 4 facing and two more facing. And my position is now sitting next to Mama by sliding the bench.
"Well, you're next door and Aldo is too" Papa said, and I couldn't help but stand and put the bench back in place.
I took my cell phone and leftovers on the plate, not wanting to have much debate. Besides, just eating is not possible until it makes me gerogi or others.
After the seat was arranged with Papa's wishes, we went back to eating with Papa who occasionally laughed with Pram.
Suddenly the phone next to me rang making Papa and Pram stare at me.
I smiled awkwardly, holding in shame, "Sorry, I'm allowed to pick up the phone first," I said as I looked at the faces of everyone including Aldo who turned out to look at my phone earlier.
"Yaudah, don't be long," Mama and I ordered away.
In the living room, I finally picked up the phone in a voice that I made as small as possible.
"What's Arya doing?" Yeah, that's the guy who just made me have to endure the embarrassment.
"What are you doing? Still at school?"
"I'm having lunch at home and I have guests, so if it doesn't matter much later, yeah, call."
"Oh, sorry I don't know."
"No papa, it's a long time ago, yes."
Immediately I turned off and accidentally saw Aldo staring at me, seeing me who knew him looking at me he immediately threw a glance at his plate.
