Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 25

" Kak Dila why?, how did he bump?", El who knew Dila tried to duck so that he was not seen by his Pakdenya so wonder.

Dila just put her index finger in front of her lips to keep El quiet." Hussst...!".

After Pakde Didit was seen far from his position now Dila sat in his original position.

" Sister was just trying again, if you take the train while bowing how it feels" said Dila reasoned.

" Bial know the time so El is still a child huh Brother?".

" Yes right", it turns out that El just believes Dila's speech. Making Dila regret his actions, Dila would no longer lie to El, because El so believed everything he said.

" Sister Dila has also recovered the pain on the cheek?".

Dila tried to understand El's words, feelings since yesterday Dila was fine, "sick on the cheek?", Dila repeated El's sentence.

El nodded, "That's a bullet of items here".

Dila immediately laughs grumpily, " Oh do you mean El tompel brother?, that's again last brother, later if you go home will be used again", replied Dila honestly.

" Beautiful sister there are no items on the cheeks" said El honestly.

Dila smiled with El's innocence.

" Yes. Kak Dila know, but El's father does not like to see Dila's sister is beautiful, so must use items on the cheek, so El's father is not angry".

" Ooh.

Dila berlumi, a child as small as El, is still very innocent and innocent, like a blank sheet of paper that has no graffiti. It is the parents and the environment who will make the scribbles on the paper, and form the paper into a beautiful painting that will become an expensive and valuable work of art, or just a formless streak that will eventually be thrown into the trash

The train finished touring the mall, Dila and El got off the train and approached Ms. Fatma who had been waiting for them while looking at various games in the time zone.

" Granny.., El had gotten on the train, El's bitch wanted to play it", El saw a rat-hitting game, and pulled Dila's hand towards the game.

" El hold the hammer, later if there is a mouse that nongol come out, El hit it with the hammer, okay?". Dila had previously borrowed a short chair for El to ride and stand on it, because El was too small and had not yet arrived to play a rat-hitting game. Dila also inserted a coin, and El immediately hit the nongol rat with such enthusiasm.

" Just yesterday Dila came to the house, but El was very close to her, but somehow I also liked Dila's character, she really sincerely loved El", fatma said in her heart, while looking at the excitement of El and Dila trying to hit all the rats that appeared.

After getting tired of playing at the rat, El took Dila to the closed room used for karaoke. " Now we sing Yuk Nek, El wants to sing my balloon song there are five".

It turns out that El likes to sing also Dila just knew it, Dila also chose the song according to El's wishes, it turns out El has memorized quite a lot of songs, there are rainbows, there are rainbows, the lizard on the wall and my balloon were five.

After getting tired of all the games, and also singing, Ms. Fatma took El and Dila to the toy store, "would grandma want to buy a toy for El?", el asked when El found out the grandmother was picky child toys.

" Yes dear.kan yesterday grandmother did not bring souvenirs for El from the house of Aunt Indri. So now El can choose for himself which toy?". Fatma was indeed very indulgent to her first grandchild.

El looked confused looking at all the toys on display in the toy store. Dila who knows El is confused tries to help El to make his choice.

" El had to buy something that could play and learn, El took this, it seemed like it was not home yet", Dila showed a puzzle of animals and fruits.

El agreed with Dila's choice, Dila smiled to herself because now El turned out to be very obedient. And so did Fatma, she was so impressed with what her nanny said.

After picking out some sort of puzzle, the three of them moved to the ice cream outlet.

It turns out that not only ice cream is sold at the outlet, there are burgers, kebabs, seblak and french fries.

Ms. Fatma ordered all the menus because it was noon and it was time for lunch too, was about to move outlets, but it looks like El already really wants to enjoy ice cream, so the lunch is burgers, kebabs, kebabs, french fries and seblak. Don't forget Ms. Fatma ordered 3 cups of chocolate ice cream.

As Dila was enjoying her food, somehow Kunto's face suddenly flashed. Remember the day that Dila was bought by chocolate ice cream, also when Kunto came home from work while carrying seblak. Dila also recalled the time Kunto hugged her that night. Something very unexpected and beyond shadow had happened in his life.

How can Dila hug a man who is not a brother, relative or girlfriend. But Dila continued to think positively, because at that time Kunto was fragile and needed support. Dila only gives support to a friend when he is fragile. That's all Dila was trying to instill in his brain.

" What's wrong with my brain, there must be something wrong", Dila's mind, but his hands reflexively clenched his own head slowly.

" Oh no El, just now brother reflex suddenly want to see the head of brother , hehehe", Dila chuckled to himself.

" Well, remember someone who saw this food?, what is a young man?, from the village?".

Dila only grimaced to hear the question of Ms. Fatma who was more impressed a very precise guess. Sometimes Dila thinks that maybe Miss Fatma has a sixth Indra who can know everything.

" Just think about this Mother pesen food a lot, what can be done", Dila did not want to admit if the guess of Ms. Fatma is very appropriate.

" Calm down, if not spent let it go".

It turns out that's the habit of the rich, buy various foods, and leave it alone when not in the meal.

Dila's shrinking soul instantly thrashed. Not agreeing with Ms. Fatma's mindset. Instead of Mubadzir, Dila also ate everything so enthusiastically, from Seblak, burgers, kebabs, fries, and ice cream. Maybe until night Dila's stomach hasn't finished grinding all the food that's in her food at this time.

" El wants to go home, do you want to play again?", asked Fatma, after they finished eating, and was enjoying chocolate ice cream slowly.

El glanced at Dila like a child seeking approval from his mother.

" El has to take a nap, Mom, so we should just go home, it looks like El is also tired" said Dila.

" Yes, we're done, we go straight home, later the grandmother comes to the house El again yes, in the house of the lonely grandmother, grandfather is still in the office".

Dila became curious about the work of Ms. Fatma's husband, whether how much her monthly salary, could make a house that big and very good, not to mention paying for cleaning and other arts every month, can make a house that big and very good, must be a lot of salary. But of course the curiosity is only stored in the heart. It is not appropriate for Dila to find out who and what the work of her employer's parents.

At 1 pm they reached home, El had been sleeping since he was still on the road, Dila was carrying him into the room El. The removal of El shoes and socks. Just Dila came out and went into her room put her bag.

" Dil, where is this?", apparently the driver of Ms. Fatma brought a large bag that had been placed in the trunk of the car.

" Oh yes sir here, let me put it in myself", Dila grabbed the big bag and brought the bag into her room.

" Bought what is the same big madam?", asked bi Ana who suddenly nongol in front of the door of Dila's room.

" It is not bought Bi, it is given used clothes have Non Indri that already do not fit".

Hearing that Ana was immediately not interested anymore, Ana walked out, to return to the living room to continue her work of wiping glass.

" Used clothes that do not fit, there is no hope to ask for rations", muttered Bi Ana, she was more puffed up than bi Darsih, and away from Dila's very slender posture.

But suddenly Ana stopped and turned back to look at Dila's room. " It looks like something's different from your face, but what is it?, I'm a little pangling".

Dila just remembered if the tompelnya has not been installed. Dila hurriedly took the fake tompel out of her bag and put up her tompel again without anyone's knowledge.

" What's different?, so I'm kuel huh Bi?, because greasy out of the streets".

Bi Ana seemed to think.

" Once, maybe I was the one who saw it wrong, forget it, understand the eyes are old, so sometimes like to run away if you look at it from a distance".

This time bi Ana really went from Dila's room, Dila is grateful that bi Ana did not realize that she was not bedwetting.

Dila went to the kitchen to get drinking water, at that time Bi Darsih was making melon juice for Bu Fatma.

" Dil, Mr. Indra came home after rest, the plan was to have lunch with El, but auntie told you again to go with the big lady. After lunch alone, Mr. Indra went to the office again".

" Maybe Ms. Fatma forgot not to tell Mr. Indra earlier" thought Dila.

Dila chose to go back to El's room and intended to take a nap next to El, because it turned out to play around was also tiring.

El room feels more cool than Dila's room which is not too spacious?, maybe because there is AC, unlike Dila's room that uses natural AC, aka a fairly large room window. Just a few minutes to stretch himself, Dila was already soundly asleep.