Love Sejagat, Love Friend

Busyness

After the incident in the BK room that caused me to be suspended for a week, my days were just passed by helping Mamak make cookies. I used to only help Mamak make cakes in some parts that Mamak asked for, now I've done it myself. From shopping to the bakery, then preparing on the kitchen table, following the processed Mamak recipe, to holding the oven and packing everything I do. While Mamak phone parts some customers, and Mamak like just being a supervisor when I work. Maybe in this way Mamak punished me, but for me this became the most valuable lesson. One day in the future, this Mamak venture will be developed by me. And I want to manage everything, so Mamak can rest. My dreams.

" Mother today, the cake I made will be sent where ?" Ask me while packing some kind of pastry into a small jar. There are five types of cakes that I make today, there are cheese nastar, caterpillar painters, snow princess kukers, creamy milk crackers and brownie cookies.

" House on Dahlia IV Street. Are you right on order ?" Ask Mamak back.

" Yes Mak, Mamak already checked."

" Yes already sip. 10 small jars you neatly arranged in this box box yes. Mama wants to call the message." Mamak thrust two levels of the duplex material box for me to arrange the cake in a jar. I nodded in accepting it. Mamak stepped into the living room calling his booking.

After everything was done in order, I wrapped it in a large plastic so that it was easy to carry. My mom came up to me to see my performance.

" The order said, this afternoon at 04:00 you deliver. Mamak has asked Mr. Sukri for help the taxi driver in front of the alley for your anterin."

" Yes, Mak."

" It's still noon, I want to rest, Mom. I'm still two hours to sleep."

" Yes already. Quick break. But finish the kitchen table first. It's a dirty mixer just as the container washes first. Here's the chocolate powder too, the rest's the rubber. Tidy up, keep it in the regular closet." Mamak.

"Yes Mak." Reply Lazy. Hm, Mamak is getting more and more telling me that I'm home. But that's okay, the important thing is to treat Mamak's disappointment last week.

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I can finally rest in peace. I will be dropping off orders later in the afternoon. My fourth day helping Mamak was exhausting. Before going to bed I checked my social media, I was talking about Kak Bintang's profile. I want to know what his last development after a few days I got a suspension. I pull the screen down on his profile Kak Bintang, there is one photo post silhouette of the face of a long-haired woman. But in the photo does not include a title about the purpose of the photo. My mind began to drift looking for the intent of the Star sister post.

' Is he in love? with who?' My inner.

I started to remember when I came home from school after a poetry contest, Bintang was hugging at a crossroads not far from school. But at that time the woman's face was not so clear because it was covered in hair that was scratched to the side of her face.

What is that woman in the photo of the Star ? I pulled the screen down again, no more new posts. I put anyone who liked the Star sister post that approached the silhouette of the woman. But nothing looks alike.

In the depths of my heart, there was a slight scratch that was enough to mark the heart that I seemed to be taking a step too late. I was too confident that the Star Brother was not so close to any woman. In fact, it was precisely the Star Brother who showed that he was close to women. Although still mysterious.

I let out a deep breath, I turned the events that had passed. The wound in the match will get wider. Just like not accepting the reality but I force myself to open my eyes wide that someone I love already has a sign of ownership of someone else, and it's not me.

I drowned myself in my sleep fantasy. It was as if the Star Brother had come to declare love to me. I accept it happily.

" Dari will you marry me?" The smile of the stars is so real. Without waiting I said "Yes, brother. I want to." Our eyes were very close to each other. Reading each other with two twinkling eyes of light. Then we needed it very tightly as if we didn't want to let go of each other.

" Sister, don't ever leave me."

A smile spread across my face with my eyes closed. Dreaming is beautiful and free. But my brain made me realize that I had to swallow disappointed again. Awake Dance, return to your real world. Don't fantasize.

A tear didn't just come out, my eyes were closed, but my otaku was still awake. This rest does not make my brain also rest.

The shadows of Earth and Dian suddenly appeared past my eyes. They just looked at me with a cold expression. My eyes quickly opened. Remembering something.

Ah, I almost forgot them. But Earth since the last call I didn't pick up when it happened in the suspension, to this day she hasn't told me anymore.

How is the Earth? My heart ripples when I say your name. There is a longing that is only realized in the deepest part of my heart. These few days don't meet like this no-man's heart, no matter which way it goes. The earth is indeed the one who has always been there for me, filling the days of friendship with his joy and ignorance.

'How about the attitude of his mother after the attitude of Mamak so, is there no good reason to be able to greet each other again? Aren't they friends from the past?' I murmured in my heart.

My mind drifted far away, bringing closer the sleepiness that began to enter my face.

"Ah... Rather than me dizzy, I better take a break." I adjusted my sleeping position comfortably. I was slowly sleeping too.

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At half-time at 04:00 pm, Mamak woke me up. Although my sleep is not enough, I have to deliver my Mamak's order. After taking a shower, I changed my clothes and combed my hair. Oya, a little explained myself, that in school I did wear a hijab. Because the school rules that make it. While at home or outside I do not wear a hijab. Maybe it can not be guided like it, so not ready to apply every hijab anywhere. Let that be my business. Hehe...

" Mom I'm leaving." My pampit tote one big plastic cake. I put my bill and phone into a small bag. Stepping out of the alley met with Mr. Sukri who was ready to take me to the destination.

" Sir, you'll come home and I'll go down across the street." Yeah." Point me towards a house in blue. House number A-20.

" Why come down there?" Ask Mr. Sukri.

" I'm no longer necessary. But you don't tell Mamak ya."

" Why are you neng?"

" Ish, already. My father just follow what I say. Later the cost I added, the important thing is that you do not tell Mamak. Okay?"

" okay." Mr. Sukri agreed.

'Well, that's dong sir. Not much nanya. It's good to be able to work with." My mind is a little mengkel.

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