Love After Him

Chapter 5

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"A-sister?"

"Yes this is my sister Lun. Why, are you surprised?" ask Mr. Raka.

Sara set her eyes on me. "Bak Luna thinks I'm her boyfriend, huh? hahahaha many who think that Mbak, just calm Mbak not alone really." Said Sara while giggling.

"I'm the same Mas Raka is six years old. I'm a gini, Ma'am. Very spoiled with him. Because we used to deket really. Raka was always there for me. But after Mas Raka went to college and continued working, I rarely met him. I miss you, Mommy." Further.

"Addded, the last girl was a bitch. I'm having a hard time meeting Mas Raka. Fortunately, he wasn't my brother-in-law." Again with a face that looks ugly.

Mr. Raka was just smiling when he heard the words of Sara, his sister.

Ah stupid the hell I am. Anyway, want him who cake, I should not be rich gini. How I became complicated myself gini anyway. I grimaced.

"Sara, where's Mas's coffee? Let's talk outside, shall we?" Said Mr. Raka with a smile looking at his sister.

"Yes, come in, Mom. I was ready just now. What would Luna want to drink? juice, coffee, tea, or what?" Sara asked as she wrestled spoiled in Pak Raka's arms. Oh gosh.

"Luna likes iced coffee. Please pass one yes dear" Mr. Raka answered Sara's question for me.

Sara gave me her thumb, and then she called someone.

"Mer, please bring me the coffee I ordered. Keep making regular iced coffee, two. Please bring it here. I am now in the shop. Not for long. Thanks"

Sara then turns off her phone connection without releasing her hand from Mr. Raka. Then we walked to the boutique.

"Which art, Sar?" Ask Mr. Raka.

"Some, he'll be here later. Come on in" Sara let me into her button. Yes, of course this boutique belongs to him, because I saw his name on the signboard in front of this building. "Sara Boutique"

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Entering the boutique, the scent of flowers was smelled by my sense of smell. The smell is very special. Sweet with a little touch of wood, but not my favorite scent.

At the entrance, we were greeted by a sweet woman dressed in a white blazer paired with jeans, making her look casual but still a tredi. Her hair that was painted golden brown rolled into a sweet bun. You know, like that famous coffee-flavored bread.

"Welcome to Sara Boutique" she said politely. He looked down for a moment while smiling. It says Adisty on a small signboard embedded in his chest. When I was nearby, I could see him wink one eye at Mr. Raka. I shudder. Horrified. While Mr. Raka looks indifferent when passing through it.

Vintage shades are so felt when entering this room. A peach-colored long sofa with a beautiful wood fringe greeted us in the waiting room area. Then a long wooden table with glass ornaments on the top, placed in front of the sofa.

Underneath, there is a dark purple fur carpet that is in line with a variety of sofa pillows arranged in such a way. Above the long table has been perched with sweet tall flower vases containing lavender flowers. Several editions of the latest fashion magazines have also been presented on the table.

Boutique walls painted in peach color, combined in harmony with transparent dark purple gordyn. It looks like the gordyn does not function as a window cover, but only functioned as a sweetener room.

Some unique and antique paintings are embedded in the walls. There's six paintings, if I don't miscalculate. One of the paintings is a face painting of a woman and a little boy about three years old. The woman in the painting was definitely Sara. But I don't know who the little boy he's carrying is. Does Sara have children? I don't know.

In the center, there is a white bone threaded staircase that connects the first floor with two. Hundreds of different types of men's and women's clothing and models are neatly arranged and hung in transparent glass cabinets that are in every corner of the room. There are five dressing rooms available here. This woman is very smart to organize her buttons. Not yet to the back area, I was already amazed by the decoration of this building.

Before long, came a young woman about 19 years old, came carrying a tray containing three cups of drinks. Sara took one by one of the drinks. Then he put it in front of us. My drink is the same as the one in front of Sara.

"Mas, Ma'am, please drink it. This is the famous dalgona coffee, Ma'am. Please try it." Smiling words.

"I'll excuse you for a moment" he continued.

I'll get my drink. Although not too thirsty, but the curiosity of popular drinks that lately are being discussed makes me impatient to try it. Light brown foam with a sprinkling of powdered chocolate on top looks very tempting.

My coffee ice cube with straws already available. I watched slowly the foam change color because it was mixed with chocolate powder and maybe milk on the bottom. Then I slowly inhaled the aroma of coffee. Hemmm, fragrance ... Then I sipped the liquid with the foam topping.

Slowly, the taste of the coffee goes into the throat. Chilly. Ah, delicious. I feel like I'm being beaten by Mom. It feels so comfortable. Then my eyes closed for a moment.

The bayes? hahaha I am like this when I drink iced coffee. I can't express that feeling with words.

Suddenly it was like something was on my lips. Something that felt soft moved from the middle to the right side of my upper lip. Whatisthis? I opened my eyes slowly.

"There's foam on your lips. Drink coffee rich little boy." Mr. Raka's voice surprised me. She laughed softly while looking beside me. The finger that just wiped my lips had been pulled back and now there was a lump of tissue on the table.

I looked to the left side. Feeling uncomfortable. I don't know why I smiled at what just happened. From the corner of my eye, I caught someone who was at the entrance watching me. Look at his eyes sharp, I don't know why I feel uncomfortable.

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Sarah returned five minutes later. He was holding a boy whose face was exactly the same as the face in the wall painting. Wearing a collared white shirt and knee-length beige pants, the boy looked extremely adorable.

Mr. Raka got up from the sofa next to me. He waved to the boy.

"Hey bro, Whats up?" His greeting to the boy then he changed his body position so that he rested on both knees on the floor.

"Om Akaaa, I miss you" Pekik the boy saw Mr. Raka who was in front of him.

"I miss you, bro." He answered, lifting the child in his arms, then kissed the cheek of the child.

"It's a big darling Om, can you help Mommy keep the boutique?" the candle to the child.

"Boro-boro helps Mommy, her worm work continues, Om" Sara approached them both while pointing at her smartphone featuring a worm game. Apparently true, this kid is Sara's son.

"Mommy is transparent, Om. Acen cebel." Both of his lips came forward, and both of his hands crossed the sign he was upset. Very amusing.

"Hey, whiz can get angry like this. Om Raka said, Arsen should obey what Mommy said. Can't sulk. Arsen is big. Okay?"

"yes Om. But Mommy also can't even telus the same Acen."

"Yes, baby, mommy, I'm sorry. Promises will not be angry often. Forgive me, please?" Sara took both of her sons hands. Then Arsen hugged her tightly.

"Arsen, look at Aunt Luna. Acquaintances try" Sara's words made everyone look at me.

"Hi Aunt Luna, I'm Acen. Nice to meet you"

"Oh hi Arsen, nice to meet you too." I answered. Suddenly Arsen approached me. Then

"Are you gonna be my uncle's wife?"

Shock. This little boy suddenly asked me that question. Oh Arsen, where did you learn from, baby?