Love At SMK
Chapter 40
Prisha walks with her mother. They look so familiar without a bulkhead. But Prisha still maintain courtesy and speech as a form of respect to her mother Ratna.
"Yet. It's like there's someone on it" Prisha pointed towards the dimly lit porch of the house because of the less bright lights.
"Yes nduk. Who's the night night comes here. The feeling of the mother's customers no one promised to come here"
Prisha and Ratna stepped onto the terrace. Less lighting makes them not recognize the figure sitting on the floor. Their steps were getting closer, but they did not recognize the figure sitting with his head bowed. Prisha walked behind her mother's back while holding her mother's hand tightly. He was so afraid that the person on the porch was a bad person who wanted to harm him.
"Sorry who are you? How is it in my house?" Ask Ratna. The downcast figure immediately raised his head and stood closer to Ratna and Prisha. Prisha did not dare to look towards the figure.
"Did you introduce me, I'm Rama. Her older sister Prisha. I came here to see Prisha" replied the figure who turned out to be Rama. Prisha immediately opened her eyes and took off her mother's hand. Then stand beside his mother. He was a little surprised by the behavior of Rama who seemed to return to his usual attitude even tend to pay attention to him after bad events at the outbound location. He also wondered why Rama could know his house, while Prisha had never taken Rama home before. It was only he felt when Rama did not ask for directions when driving him home. And now he arrived at Prisha's house again.
"Oooh Prisha's friend. Why not just go in. Father in the house" Ratna walked towards the door and let Rama in.
"Monggo, please come in"
"Thank you buk. I'm just here." Reply Rama sungkan. Ratna went into the house and called out her father's name while looking for him. Then back again out of the house to meet Rama and Prisha who are still the same sculpting.
"Your father's where the hell is Sha. Why do you look for nothing. Habit, if you go unpartisan" said Ratna who was confused looking for the existence of Wijaya.
"Ooo yes. Mom forgot. Last afternoon, Mr. Rami came here to tell the kendurian to run out of magrib" Ratna said later
"This mother. I know how to grumble" Timpal Prisha.
"The name is old too. I understand being forgetful. The important thing is not to forget about the dependents of people's stitching orders"
"This is why you're standing here. Comein. Let me make you drink" Ratna invited Rama into the house. Rama prefers sitting.
"Thank you ma'am. Don't bother. I'll just sit here. I was just daunted" replied Rama who then sat on a plastic chair that was in the Prisha house. Finally the three of them sat on the terrace while enjoying the breeze of the night.
"Sir. Here I bring sweet martabak for you. Make a break. Let the spit recover its strength" Rama shifted the white plastic containing sweet martabak cardboard.
"Thank you brother" answered Prisha while taking the package given by Rama. He seemed reluctant to eat it. But because of his mother's reluctance in the arm, he understood that he should keep opening and eat it even a little to honor the gift of Rama.
"Here I also brought massage oil. Who knows who can do your body that feels pain due to a fall" Rama thrust massage oil that he rogoh from his jacket pocket.
"She thinks I'm a mother-and-mom times huh. Oil massage dikasih"
