Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 113

" Talking again what are the children of the mother?, how does it look so serious?", Siti joined her two daughters because the work of cleaning the house is finished.

The mothers who had helped him also now returned to their homes because the day was getting night.

" Just a casual chat, Mom", replied Dita who did not want her mother to know if she did not understand what her ideals were.

" That's what the two of them are talking about?, it's 9 p.m., tell Asna to end her conversation with Wowo, before your father tells them", Siti told Dila to remind her that time is getting late.

" Mom only talked to them, mother is older, so they will listen, do not Dila who said, later even be wrong catch" said Dila.

Since then, Asna and Wowo have been sitting together on the sofa in the middle room. But Dila is not comfortable to join them, not because of anything, just maybe they want to chat alone and deliberately sit separate from Dita and Dila.

Siti immediately stood up and approached Asna and Wowo, seen them talking to each other and Wowo also say goodbye to Siti, and, after sungkem on Siti a few seconds Wowo stared at Dila who was standing not far from his position. Just nod with a smile, then go to the living room to say goodbye to Toto and Indra, then go home.

Likewise with Asna who participated in saying goodbye to Siti and Dila.

" Why you are still dumb, it's night, now you just sleep, let alone you Dil, already pregnant big must rest a lot, do not like staying up late".

Dila complied and went to the living room first, meeting Indra, saying if he wanted to rest first.

The next day El woke up very early, only 3 o'clock El had woken Dita because he was hungry.

" Aunty El wants to eat rice, El hungry", muttered El while rubbing his eyes.

Dita who played games on her phone until 12 o'clock still felt very sleepy. " Well can not be held until tomorrow lapernya?, Aunt still very sleepy El", muttered Dita still with closed eyes.

" El laper Aunty.... El laper.!", El spoke louder, and got out of bed, about to get out of Dita's room, but Dita immediately held El.

" Yes already Aunt get me a meal, El here, do not go out, later even disturb the rest if you go out and noisy".

We went straight to the kitchen, looking for leftovers last night, and there was still a lot of food in the kitchen. No need to wake Dila up, Dita directly took rice and pecak gurame for El.

While waiting for El to eat his food, Dita so think, how the struggle of her brother when she used to be a nanny El, if now El is big enough and can eat alone, if now El, if it used to be Dila's sister who fed El whether in the morning, afternoon, or night.

Sleep must be intermittently awakened because of the whimper El, not to mention if El is sick or Dila's own brother who is sick, will certainly be very troublesome.

Successful life also needs a struggle at first, especially Dita knows very well that her brother is the type of person who does not give up easily. " If only I could imitate the nature of hardworking like sister Dila, even want to be what in the future I have not thought, but it has been this big, soon 17 years of my age, I should have found out what the purpose of my life was", Dita's mind while throwing thorns, and choosing the meat of the octopus for El to eat, Dita observed El who ate so greedily.

Suddenly I thought of something, "El, if Auntie Dita knows what El's ambition is?", Dita asked El who still enjoys her delayed dinner.

El looked at Dita while swallowing her chewed rice and drinking water from the glass she held. After spending the new water El looks thinking.

" El has many ideals Aunt.., if Fatma's grandmother asked what El's ideals, El will answer it according to El's wishes at that time, El again wanted to be what, so what, El, sometimes want to be a pilot, sometimes want to be an architect, sometimes want to be a doctor, everything El kepingin, depending on the situation and conditions, hehehe".

Dita only grimaced to hear El's answer, an innocent answer from a child who was still very innocent. But Dita became ashamed of herself, because even a child as small as El alone already had the desire and ideals to become something. But he doesn't know what to be yet.

" El, tomorrow what if we go for a walk to the market?, in the badog market (food market) there are many food vendors, market snacks, market snacks, you can choose any snack there must be, you would like if tomorrow a walk there. Tomorrow replace the brother who bought El deh... El can buy anything at all".

El seems to think. " What's the badog market like in the Aunty Dita mall?". Dila had never invited El to the market. Not because it does not want to, it's just that Indra's house in Jakarta is located far from the traditional market. Closer to the supermarket or mall.

Not to mention the Darsih bi who usually shop for vegetables and cooking needs every day, it also does not have to go to the market, because every morning there are traveling vegetable sellers who tour the elite housing complex. And the merchandise is quite complete, can order a menu of cuisine for tomorrow if you want to cook something special.

That's why El thought, maybe the badog market Dita meant was a kind of mall in Jakarta, where there were various food vendors.

Dita chuckles at El's question. " The badog market is like a traditional market, not a mall, if the mall is definitely clean, cool, fragrant, neat, if the traditional market is sometimes muddy when it rains, if the mall is clean, sometimes the smell is different too. Anyway, later we go for a walk, later El will see what a badog market is like".

" There are so many foods that are not sold in the mall, so later El can try those foods" Dita murmured.

" Has El never eaten the food in the market?, what is sold there that is not in the mall?", El was again curious.

Dita began to think, "em... there are various kinds of market snacks such as cenil, getuk, lupis, awug-awug, eye wheel, apem, golang galing, painting, onde-onde, pukis, and so on, and other wet cakes are many more, can not Auntie Dita mention everything".

" Continue snacks that are preferred by small children such as cilung (papeda), cilor (Aci telor), cobwebs, plugs, egg rolls, unyil martabak, penyet banana, sausage and baso bakar.... Yes anyway there are so many snacks in the market, later if it is quite clear we leave. Later El can choose his own to buy any snack" said Dita excitedly.

" Seriously El can buy anything?, is not scolded by Ms Dila if the snack is a lot?", asked El, asked, because usually Dila who set what snacks that can and should not El eat. Dila is not over-protective, it's just Dila the type of person who prefers to prevent rather than treat.

" We eat it secretly, let's not be caught with Madam Dila. How if we buy snacks at the market, we continue to the park close to the badog market, we can eat all the snacks we buy there, we can eat, kan Bu Dila so do not know we buy anything".

El laughed with excitement because he was happy. Dita does not know the risk of danger of snacking carelessly, even though he is big, but himself still likes to buy snacks .

And when the sun began to show its light, Dita and El were getting ready with trending clothes to jog with the main purpose is the badog market.

Dita say goodbye to her mother and sister to invite El jogging. Dila there is not the slightest bit of suspicion if their true purpose is to the badog market. That's why Dila just allowed them.

" Be careful on the road, if Sunday morning usually rame the streets" said Dila advised, who was answered compactly by Dita and El with their thumbs up.

" Dadah bu Dila, El run first", cried El while running to follow where Dita stepped while smiling brightly.

" Where do El and Dita go this early in the morning out of the house?", Indra who still wears used sarong last night sat on the porch of the house while staring at the departure of her son and sister-in-law.

" They want to jog, at most muter-muter complex here, Mas want to make sweet tea?, make fried banana tea that mom made" asked Dila.

" May, but just a little sugar, yesterday your mother made sweet tea, it tastes rich sweetness compote", whispered Indra did not dare hard, afraid to be heard by the mother-in-law.

Dila smiled to himself hearing Indra's words, indeed his mother was accustomed to making sweet tea was very sweet, according to the taste of the father. Unlike Indra, whose type does not like tea is too sweet. " Yes Mas, Dila knows the taste of Mas Indra" said Dila while entering the house, about to make sweet tea for her husband.

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