
Cara's mood was really bad because of last night. Until this morning at the dinner table no one spoke. Worse Hafidz asked, "last night what are you doing again?" All were silent, no one answered. Finally, the father opened his voice. "Consecret. Later if you tell me not to be a surprise." Perhaps the father's answer is enough to make Hafidz believe, but Cara is sure if her sister will ask someday.
Because the mood is bad, Cara bravely skipped school. At first, Randy will drive him, but the girl is alibi if she has already ordered ojol. Although it is, but the goal is not to go to school, but Cafe Sejoli which is still not open. Therefore, How to wait in front with a jeans jacket covering his uniform so as not to be caught if he is still a student. Soon the cafe will open. Maybe in about 1 hour. It's okay, Cara's used to waiting.
The Foul Pickle: Lo skipped school, yeah?
Spicy Curry Si: Y.
The Foul Pickle: What's up, anyway?
Spicy Curry Si: Gpp.
The Foul Pickle: He said that if a girl says gpp it means nothing. Come on tell me.
Spicy Curry Si: Gpp, Ka. Mending to focus on learning.
The Rotten Pickle: This is my permission to go to the toilet.
The Busuk Pickle: Lo do not want what I said last night. That Raca will always be there for Cara. So, where are you now?
There is no reply from Cara. Without much thought, Raca quietly walked out of the School climbing. The guy forgets that the bike is still inside. Hit him on the forehead. "****** so, anyway, Ka," he said with a waistline while pacing unclear. It is impossible if he has to go in again to pick up the bike, while there is Mr. Dono guarding on the fence.
Unwilling to confuse it, Raca chose to intercept the angkot. Take the bike later. Now the Raca wants to just accompany Cara. It can be ascertained if Cara is having problems and Raca can not be wrong purpose. The only place is Kafe Sejoli.
When he got there, the cafe had just opened, but Raca could see a woman with long hair who was no longer braided was sitting staring at the street. "Because I've relaxed truant until I left my bike just to make lo nemenin, then therefore you have to tell me the same story."
Honestly, I was surprised. Fortunately, he did not fall back. "Ngagetin, you know."
"Let heart gymnastics" said Raca grimaced. Trying to comfort Cara but the girl did not want to turn her head in the least. "Typically girls need how many hours, anyway, until finally want a story?"
2 Hours after Raca asked like that, finally How to lift my face. "Gue laper, Ka. You want to buy me, don't you?" Raca thinks she'll get an answer.
The servant that Raca called came, "yes, Mas. So what's the message again?"
"Fried rice 2 equals milk tea 2."
"Because it's already in at 10. Do you have a free voucher here?"
How to remember, 2 days ago they exposed the voucher, but I don't know where the voucher was. "My Boeing, I love you to lo, Ka."
"Now," said Raca, take her phone and open the case. "Well," said the man sumringah when a voucher he found.
"What's free to eat, mbak?" ask the way who is interested in the voucher.
"All you can eat, brother. But it has to be a message and it has to run out. If not, you have to pay."
"If that's add chocolate toast 2, well, mbak."
"Sir, my order can't be free?" tanya Raca pointed to 2 glasses of espresso that had been used up.
"Sorry, Brother. Valid from 10 and 1 order receipt."
"Jude, ma'am."
How to hit Raca's arm while laughing after the waiter leaves. "Want to, well, are you equally free?"
"Lo is also kali. You should thank me because it is simple voucher. Fortunately, I didn't throw it away."
"Thank you handsome Raca."
"Relangin again," said Raca teasingly.
"Related."
Raca was happy finally How to laugh. He hugged his chair from the side. "I won't let go until I tell the same story." How to hit Raca's burly arm to get her free. His power still loses. "Yes, I'll tell you."
"Because what?"
"Lo don't be surprised and don't tell anyone. Promise?" tanya How to extend her little finger which is directly hooked by Raca's little finger. "Promise."
"Actually, my family is not as warm as you think. You've been talking as necessary since my father got out of prison." Of course Raca was shocked and did not expect that. But the man did not want to interrupt Cara's words, afraid of being sprayed. "Father is free after 6 years in prison. Memories of 6 years ago are still in my memory. The day I blew the candle with the number 9, the police came to pick up the father and bring the father. That's what I knew from Mom, you became a cop. Since then, I've been opening stalls. At first it was small near the village. Forced to open a shop for my life with Sister Randy, plus pregnant mother Hafidz. When I was 12 years old, I just understood that you are not a policeman. Brother Randy said that you were in jail for misusing office money. But I never believed in that. Until after the first day of MOS, I was free. I thought my family would come back first. Full warmth. But it turns out not. Mother changed. No more attention to me, Randy, and Hafidz. I didn't like you before and when you were in jail. In fact, all I know is that my mother always wronged me. Especially after being released from prison, you do not work. Every meal, I must have blurred my father. Instead I want to finish this problem and prove to Mom that you are not wrong."
The story that almost made Raca not believe. So all this time the fellow kept a really big problem. So this is the thing that Cara once said that she would be embarrassed if the story. "Trus the same relationship bokapnya thick eyebrows what? Were they business friends?"
"Yes. I used to make business with Om Budi. All I know is that their business is moving forward. And I do not know what has happened between my bokap the same Om Budi. Moreover, after my bokap was detained, Om Budi the same family moved to Jakarta."
"I finally understand the problem. I can be sympathetic if there may be a misunderstanding between your bokap lo same bokap the brow thick."
"Want it, Ka, I want to settle this matter."
"It'll be over soon, Ra."
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"Amel! Yeah, well, the horses' toys."
"But, Sir. Amel's still playing with the horses."
"Tomorrow again, can you. Let's get down."
The 8-year-old boy was over 7 months old according to. At the age of which is quite large, still likes to play horses. Don't know if his father's back often hurts at night. "Here, my father," said Heri lifting up his daughter and sitting on her lap.
"Amel, tomorrow-tomorrow don't play with your horses again," said Nani who came carrying a fried banana and put it on the table.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"Kan, Amel's grown up. No pity what you are," replied Nani who was sitting next to her husband.
"Heavy amel, huh, sir? Dad's back hurts, right? Let Amel incandescent," said Amel the little one who changed the position of sitting on his lap to face the father.
Heri shook her head and pinched her daughter's nose. "No. Amel is not heavy. Father is strong. Until the big Amel was still able to carry Amel."
The father's answer made his daughter smile. While the wife just shook her head. "From tomorrow you're called Cara, huh?"
"Who? Why, Sir?"
"Father likes it when you're called Cara."
"But Amel's name is good, too, sir."
"Jas. Anyway, I'll still call you Cara."
Tears are falling remembering a little memory of the past. Where his father said if he could carry him even though he was already big. His father was always there for him. Always wanted Cara dandanin to be a clown. Always wanted to be a horse for him. He said the most important thing is how to be happy.
"Lo why else?" ask Raca who realized that How to cry.
"Since then, you've always liked to call me Cara instead of Amel. He kept promising to return home if my nickname was changed and he kept his promise, Ka. I don't know what Cara means."
With her phone, Raca searches for the meaning of Cara's name. "It was written here in Vietnamese, meaning precious jewel."
Howa's crying broke to no matter if the whole angkot saw her with a confused face. So for you, Cara is a precious jewel. Cara was never ashamed to have the father of a prospective inmate. For him, he was a guardian angel.
"Bang, Bang left!"
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