LATHIS

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“Papapa, Fyl. Don't worry so much,” said Arka, because he felt sorry for Fyla who had taken care of him from midnight. In fact, until the girl was willing to permit school to keep her sick self.

“How not to worry, my man who has nabok your head. Dizziness again, yeah?” ask Fyla quietly, not as sniffy as usual.

“Yes, a little dizzy,” muttered Arka. Fyla who was feeling anxious just stretched out her hands to lightly massage Arka's head.

Arka closed her eyes to immerse Fyla's massage in her head. Fyla massage is very comfortable, so that makes Arka complacent and almost asleep, if only the dhuhur adhan is not reverberating.

“Udah mendingan? If you are still dizzy, do not need to pray first,” asked Fyla.

“Udah meningan, really. Pray, deh. Want to pray berjama’ah?” tawar Arka's. Fyla was silent for a moment, before finally nodding in approval to Arka's invitation.

Arka and Fyla wudhu in different bathrooms. However, what was finished first was Fyla, so now the girl is preparing the equipment that she will use to pray with Arka.

Not long after, Arka had finished berwudlu and immediately went to the place that had been prepared by Fyla. They both prayed solemnly. Until finally, at the end of the prayer, Arka turned her body towards Fyla and thrust her right hand.

Fyla was silent for a while, before finally grabbing Arka's right hand and kissing the back of her hand.

“We are rich husband-wife, well?” tanya Arka was interspersed with her kekehannya.

Fyla fell silent and looked at Arka cynically, “not wanting me to have a husband like you. Recalcitrant, naughty, ngerepotin again,” ketus Fyla while turning her face.

Arka was silent at Fyla's words. In retrospect, it was also true what Fyla said. He looked down and folded the clothes he was wearing. Fyla turned towards Arka because she felt that there was no reply from the man. He could see the look of sadness from Arka's face that seemed to be busy folding her alphabet.

“Arka? Sorry, didn't mean to offend. You don't take nicotine, really. Just naughty as recalcitrant,” great-grandson Fyla because it feels bad has hurt the man again.

“Casual aja time. I'm not papa, really. Better honest bitter than sweet lies,” reply Arka. Fyla became even more uneasy, because of her remark, Arka became offended like this.

“Arka, don't mean like that,” great-grandson Fyla while looking down.

“Iya no papa, really. Do not feel guilty,” reply Arka while standing.

Immediately, Fyla took off and folded her face with her alphabet, then she pursued Arka's steps to get out of the room.

“Where are you?” ask Fyla who is tailing behind Arka. Arka paused for a moment and turned her head towards Fyla. “You ate,” replied Arka.

“No food, aunt again I asked for monthly shopping, not home yet. What do you want to eat? I made it,” asked Fyla while lowering her head.

“Ah, so. Yes already, just aja.” After saying so, Arka turned back her steps to enter the room, but was held back by Fyla's tiny hand holding her right hand.

“Arka, don't ever think that you're busting me and the rest of this house. That's not true, I say you ngerepotin also not really. So, do not feel sad like that,” said Fyla with a single breath.

Arka smiled faintly at the way Fyla was trying to convince herself, “iya.”

After hearing the reply that was thrown from Arka's mouth, Fyla could smile happily and breathe a sigh of relief. Really, he felt very guilty when he saw Arka's face earlier.

“So, what will you eat?” ask Fyla again.

“Gue can already eat food other than porridge?” ask Arka.

Before answering, Fyla first checked Arka's body temperature by sticking the back of her hand on Arka's forehead and neck.

“Bby. Your condition is normal,” reply Fyla.

“Mau shrimp flour with chicken geprek,” said Arka who just got a sharp shot from Fyla.

“Boleh does not mean you have to eat a spicy chicken like a pock. I don't want to masakin. Replace!” ketus Fyla with her chest closed.

“Ih, Pill. Don't do it, dong. I want to eat chicken, do not care. Use 10 chillies aja,” persuade Arka while wiggling Fyla's arm.

“10 your chili! It's pedes, Arka. 5 chili?” reply Fyla with a tinge.

“Yes, very little. 8 chillies, deh?” bargain Arka who instantly invited a punch on his shoulder.

“5 or nothing. Don't like nawar I don't sell and I also no longer bargain for items like ****** out there!” hardik Fyla as she steps her foot toward the kitchen. Behind him, Arka tailed with a frowning baffled forehead.

“Emang ******nawarin item, well? Since when?” asked Arka confused while continuing to follow the steps of Fyla who was taking things for her to cook.

Fyla just silently did not want to reply or answer Arka's questions, he did not want to later arise questions again from Arka because he felt he did not understand.

“Fyla, yes. I'm again, here. Emang ****** nawarin item?” ask Arka again while shaking Fyla's body to the right and to the left, so it managed to make Fyla feel furious.

“What nawarin bitch?” ask Fyla back and plainly Arka replied, “his body is mediocre.” Suddenly, Fyla immediately chuckled softly at Arka's reply.

Arka's forehead frowned again, she still did not understand and felt dissatisfied with Fyla's reply.

“Emang body it goods?” ask Plain arka.

Fyla chuckled softly, before finally answering. “Not. The body is not a thing. But, nothing is offered if it is not goods and cooking ingredients, right? Well, here is the position of the***** it sells the body. So, suppose he sells goods or rent goods. Where the item itself was his mediocre body,” Fyla explained, Arka was silent for a while before finally nodding slowly.

“Udah understand?” asked Fyla while glancing at Arka who was sitting sweetly through the tail of her eyes.

Arka nodded slowly with her gaze fixed on the neatly arranged fruits on the table. He wanted to eat it, but was afraid of not being acquired by Fyla. As a result, he just fell silent while playing his finger on the dining table.

Fyla approached and asked, “mau what fruit?”

“Mau apple,” Reply Arka.

Fyla took the apple that Arka meant, and peeled it and washed and arranged it on the plate. When he finished, he served him in front of Arka.

“What else do you want?” asked Fyla who was answered with a soft belt by Arka, because now she was focusing on eating her apples.

Fyla returned to work on her unfinished cooking. It mengolek chili and friends to make it sambal geprek.

Moments later his activities were completed, he immediately arranged them and took them to the dining table, where Arka was located. Just as Arka was about to take out a piece of the hens, Fyla directly hit her hand slowly.

“What, anyway? How to hit-hit?” ask Arka ketus.

“We ate the same Mr. Tejo and Bi Inah,” replied Fyla with a hand that took rice and put it on four dishes that he had prepared beforehand.

“But, already hungry,” muttered Arka while wiping her stomach that felt rumbling.

“Sabar. I call Mr. Tejo the same Bi Inah,” said Fyla while holding back his anxious smile to see the face of Arka who was starving.

A little while later, Fyla again sat on the dining table chair next to Arka and Pak Tejo and Bi Inah who sat in front of her. Fyla invited Mr. Tejo and Bi Inah to take it first, because he always glorified the older ones.

“Please Sir, Bi.” Fyla smiled at the two workers whom she already considered to be members of her own family.

At first Mr. Tejo and Bi Inah refused, because they felt awkward. But, because Arka also persuaded, they both finally wanted to.

After Pak Tejo and Bi Inah finished taking the side dishes they wanted, now it was Fyla's turn to take the side dishes.

“Arka, what side dish would you like?” asked Fyla while turning her head towards the languidly seated Arka.

“Mau chicken geprek two, the same flour many ware,” replied Arka spirit. Fyla chuckled softly at the change of Arka. He immediately took the side dish mentioned by Arka and put it on a plate belonging to Arka.

Fyla eats quietly without spiciness, because indeed she likes spicy food. While Arka was not too resistant to spicy, he was confused because of the spiciness and always drank until the drink ran out.

Fyla stopped eating her seeing that. Then walk towards the sink and wash his hands thoroughly.

“Arka, don't eat it. Later, you are only full because of the water, there is no content,” Fyla scolded while sitting her body beside Arka.

“Enya not much cabenya, so pesesesan, right?” reprimand Fyla while wiping the sweat on Arka's forehead using the back of her hand.

Then, he took over the Arka plate and began to separate the real-looking sambal onto his plate. Now, in the Arka plate live chicken draped with a little chilli and shrimp flour. Arka immediately opened her mouth as Fyla thrust out her plate.

“What, anyway? Want to eat a plate? My guy nyodorin plate even open his mouth,” said Fyla.

“Suapin,” Reply Arka.

Fyla rolled her eyes lazily. But he kept on carrying out Arka's wishes.

“Baby base,” taunts Fyla who is avenged by a plot upset by Arka. Fyla just laughed softly because judging the Ark turned out to be very exciting.

“Gue is not a baby! Just like being bribed, let his hands not dirty,” reply Arka by pointing Fyla's hand at the end of his sentence.

“Best could, anyway. Eat but not get dirty. Fortunately I am good, if evil I have poisonin using rat poison,” ketus Fyla while thrusting his hands that already have rice and chicken geprek into the mouth of Arka.

Arka was silent and did not open her mouth this time. It managed to make Fyla frown in confusion.

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