Kaira Unconditional Love

VIVI'S DAY 8

"Look at me, it's really hard to hide something from both of them" said the word

"Well you hide what man?" Tanya kaira plain and managed to make the word magic

"Ee.. dgga no sii ka. means rich today that is" answered the word nervously looking for an excuse.

Kaira nodded innocently "ooo...."

While in a different place a large matic motorcycle carrying vyan and anya drove and began to enter a gate that was more tight like a gate that contained ondel dolls ondel on the right and left sides.

a yard that covers an area of about 1 hectare is thick with the nuances of betawi customs from the start of the yard that looks neatly arranged as a martial practice, around the look of fruit trees, fruits, even on the right side there is a saung located above a fish pond, on the left side of a house with an ancient betawi style but looks very well maintained stands a wallless hall that looks a variety of typical Betawi musical instruments such as tanjidor, drums, kecrek and others.

Anya gawked at the magnificent traditional residence

"This is lo yan's house?" He asked as he entered the gate and saw a middle-aged man bowing his head at vyan

"Why old?" Sahut Vyan stopped his motorcycle and parked it between two luxury cars and several trill motorcycles.

"Huh ancient? Yes, this is very aesthetic" said anya while circulating his gaze

"this is my babe's relic house" said Vyan honestly

Then he began to take her step towards the door of the big house

"Assalaamualaikum.." said vyan loudly.

"Waalaaikum salam den" saw a woman who had aged out to greet them

"Udah said do not call den. emang I jerky mak" said vyan annoyed.

"Emak is afraid of being scolded by his mistress enyak den" said mak romelah slowly.

Mak romlah is a domestic assistant who has served the vyan family since vyan's father was young.

"Special mak rom can't call me den. Call me entong... You know what?" Soft vyan vapors

"Yes tong, mak understand" said mak romelah with his sweet smile

"Where is your mom?" Ask vyan again

"After mak callin ya" said mak romelah while back in

"Eh son is happy to come home" he greeted warmly

Vyan kissed his mother's hand with reverence, and so did he

"Masya Alloh sakep very neng" said Nyak sofia praised aya

"Suitable pisan ama cute child handsome" he said glanced and praised his son

"Knownya.. this is just memen iyan" said vyan introduced anya to his mother.

"Anya is aunty" said anya

"Don't call aunty neng, call sily aje" said enyak sofya friendly

"Yes. tan... uh good" she said awkwardly.

"Gue change his clothes first" said vyan

The muttering then leaves anya and nyak sofya.

Enyak sofya took her to a wooden chair typical of betawi in front of the terrace

"Sit neng" said Nyak please

"Yes good.." said then mak romelah came to bring drinks for him.

"Well, you know that guy Iyan dimane?" Ask nyak sofya

"The same temen often hang out with vyan nyak" he explained

"Meanmean ama temen iyan who is an artist of course too?" Tanya nyak sofya plain and managed to make anya dumbstruck

"Artist? Does emang vyan have any artists? Ask her astonishment

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