
"Come Aunty!" Dito Sahut. Who can't wait on the porch. This afternoon we will go to the park. I kept my promise to Dito. Mas Agas hasn't come home from the office.
"Dear, Aunty help Omah for a moment" I replied. When helping Mom to bed.
"I'll take Dito first, ma'am!" My pamphlets to Mom.
"Yes Kay. Be careful on the road" said Mother.
I also passed from his room. Rushed over to Dito who was impatiently waiting for me.
We were ready to go on the motor matic that I used to use. And after it's ready. I put up a motorcycle. Towards the city park.
After a while, we arrived at our destination. Dito was very enthusiastic to see the children his age were playing cheerfully.
I asked Dito to buy boba. A lot of drinks are sold in that place. And also bought my favorite eggplant in the village hehehe.
"Yummy.. Aunty!" Dito was happy. Maybe the first time tasting egg rolls. Street side street food.
"Dear, yes if Dito likes it. Spend it!" My word.
"Aunty. Dito wants that!" Dito pointed towards the windball seller.
I also agreed to Dito's request. After buying it Dito was cool to play while kicking the ball.
I was indeed a little careless while accompanying Dito. Because I opened my phone to open the message. WhatsApp from Tia My sister.
When I looked towards Dito. That little boy is not in my vision. I stood up to look for him. I panicked immediately too. Bad thoughts are in my brain.
"Dito!" I screamed when I saw him chasing the ball down the street. From the front, we see a motorcycle at high speed.
There was a man who pulled Dito into his arms. I also breathed a sigh of relief that nothing had happened to the little boy. I immediately approached Dito who looked still in shock.
"Dito is okay?" My toot. Bring Dito into my arms.
"It's okay Aunty" Dito replied.
"Thank you, Mommy. Have helped my nephew." I said to the man who helped Dito.
"Yes alike. I happened to be passing by" he replied.
The man looked at me with a sting. I became awkward with his gaze.
"Have we met?" Ask me.
I was silent too. I am no stranger to this man's face. I know him but I don't know where?
I was surprised to hear the man call my name. Does he know where my name is? While just getting acquainted yet.
"I, Pradika Mahameru. Your schoolmate!" Evidently. Developing smiles.
I try to remember. Because my memory is not good enough. Probably because of too much daydreaming hehehe. After a few minutes I finally remembered the man before me. She is Dika. Friends when I was in high school.
"They! Oh gosh. I didn't even recognize you!" My solute.
"Just remember?" Her speech.
"Ko you're here Dika? Didn't your parents move to solo?" My toot. Because after I graduated, Dika's parents moved to Solo. I was close to Dika. But we were not dating. Because I don't feel equal to him. Dika is spelled out to be while I'm just a daughter of oddballs like the Father.
"Yes Kay, my parents are in Solo. Only I work in this city" he explained.
We talked a lot on the side of the road. The car pulled over in front of us. I also knew it was Mas Agas' car.
"Dito!" Sahut Mas Agas's. My husband stared intently at Dika. A look that means no dislike.
"This one knows Dika. My SMa friend!" My speech.
They also shake hands. Mention each other's names.
"Mas was Dika yang..!" I haven't been able to continue my words. Mas Agas cut my conversation.
"Come Boy! We're home!" Mas Agas. Grasping Dito's hand.
"I Want to be with Aunty Om" Rengek Dito.
"The Same Om. Aunty was busy again," Sindir Mas Agas told me. Then he passed by with Dito . Hurry up to drive home in his car. I also just took a deep breath, looking at Mas Agas' behavior. Which I think is very childish.
"I'm sorry about my husband's attitude! He is like that if the same one who just knew," I said unkindly to Dika.
"Yes. Relax Kay! Oh yeah, can I have your phone number?" Said Dika.
I also agreed to Dika's request. After that, I paid my respects to Dika. Azan magrib is soon. Anyway I'm afraid Mas Agas will think things through.
I'll get a motorbike at the park. Then I took the motorcycle home.
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