
In the evening Mrs Ratih made a small thanksgiving for the graduation of Beautiful. Beautiful friends who come are just a few of his close friends.
Mrs Ratih prepares dishes and snacks for later. He helped his two children. Gavin took out the table and chairs in the living room with the help of Saint. After that the carpet was held because later the show was made only lesehan.
Around Isha's end, all the Beautiful friends arrive. They immediately gather in the place that has been provided. Then they continued to talk.
Sisil who arrived a little late, he entered the house alone. He saw Gazi who was about to come out. Gazi looked at the girl for a moment and then turned his eyes to another direction.
Sisil smiled gently at Gazi, he looked back at Gazi who had looked at him too. Their eyes stared at each other for a moment and lasted approximately one to ten seconds.
When he realized Sisil finally ended his gaze then went into the house. Gazi who still stood outside remained in his position. And after that he came out to sit in the same security guard Saint.
"Kok Den Gazi didn't join?" ask Santo.
"No ah, sir. It was an abege children's show." he replied as his eyes focused on the phone.
"Den Gazi lived with Papa Aden for almost two years. What about Den Gazi.?" ask Santo.
"Enak, Sir. I think I live here with Papa and Mama Ratih." he replied happily.
"Yes, Den. I'm also a hiccup. They're both fine. I was considered like his own brother. Even the first time Mr. Gavin moved to Jogja, Den Raka was still a child around the age of ten years, I was even told to sleep in the upper room, which is opposite to the room Den Raka." explained Santo.
"Oh which is now occupied Beautiful.?" ask Gazi.
"Yes, since Non-Beauty is already big, then used Non-Beauty, I moved to the bed behind the one near the kitchen." replied the Saint.
"Yes, Sir. My mom and dad were really good people. I'm happy to stay here." said Gazi.
"Oh yeah, Den. Mr. Santo can do something, can't you.?"
"Yes, please."
"Why Den Gazi did not study in Jakarta alone. It will be close to Bu Kasih." asked Santo.
"I don't want to, sir. You see, the jam is making you dizzy." he replied briefly.
"Yes, yes Den. Jogja only if it's work hours are also jammed." replied Santo.
When they were chatting again, suddenly in the guest room rame-rame. Sontak Gazi stood up to the living room. And it turns out that Sisil had a knife in his hand. His blood poured out until it dripped onto the carpet.
Gazi spontaneously grabbed Sisil's hand and then wiped it with the shirt he was wearing today. Then it was sucked so that the blood stopped flowing. It was spontaneous he did because reflexes wanted to help. Then he stood out to throw the blood away.
"Dec, get me the P3k box right away,!" gazi's Order.
"Good, Brother.!"
Madam Ratih and Gavin immediately came out and saw Sisil's condition. And it seems like it's okay. Just treat it, and the blood has also subsided.
"Why did that get there.?" ask Mrs Ratih.
"Yes, she wants sliced melons to help you beautiful, Ma. But it finally got the knife." replied Beautiful.
After opening the P3k given Beautiful, Gazi deftly cleaned it with alcohol and he gave red medicine and then closed the cassa and closed the plaster.
Sisil was flattered that Gazi's actions were heroic, and made him misbehave.
"Thank you, Sister Gazi." said Sisil as he glanced at Gazi.
"Together, next time be careful." replied Gazi flatly.
Gazi stood up and went into the house. He went back to wash his hands. Now he is sitting in the living room with his father.
"Zi, why don't you go out with your friends. Time at home." said Gavin.
"Lazy, Pa. In part, if you come out, of course, you will spend money too, dear waste money that is not clear" replied Gazi.
"Geez, Zi. Not that Papa is arrogant or tells you to be extravagant. But if it's just a way to hang out with friends it's impossible to spend a lot of money, son." replied Gavin.
"Yes too, Pa. Only Gazi has been trained since childhood to live frugally as Mother said." replied Gazi.
"Well, your mother was always calm, motherly and never neko-neko. In the past when she worked in Papa's office as an Office girl only she could finance Om Dito's school. He was indeed the one to save. Maybe it was because he had lived a hard life, Zi." explained Gavin.
"Maybe so, Pa." replied Gazi.
"Oh yes, what money does Papa love each month less.?" ask Gavin.
"Not Pa. Even more so. If there's any left of Gazi's tube." replied Gazi.
"Truly, for practice costs or what.?" ask Gavin again.
"Not Pa. Everything is enough." replied Gazi.
"Oh yeah, don't you want your own car.?" ask Gavin.
"Make what, Pa. Kak Raka's car was enough. Even if it is not used, it can be damaged by idle." replied Gazi.
"Yes already if so, later if indeed you want to buy your own car say it's the same Papa." said Gavin while patting his son's shoulder.
"Yes, Pa. That's easy. At home there was a three-car. Papa's car, Mama then Kak Raka's car. Suppose Gazi had his own car to fit his garage." Gazi's answer made Gavin laugh.
"Hehehe., I'm right too, Zi. Papa didn't think that much. What Papa thinks is that Papa's children have the same rights." replied Gavin.
"Papa could have. Take it easy, Gazi using his car, Kak Raka alone is enough." replied Gazi.
At about eight o'clock in the evening, the ceremony was about to be finished. Now there are only Sisil and Dio who still live and just help clean up.
"Son Dio, Sisil. Don't bother. Later let Aunty who settle with her brother." said Bu Ratih.
"It's okay Auntie, just stay this way. We also do not want to go home yet." replied Sisil.
"Gazi, please help his sister dong, son." call Mrs Ratih.
"Good, Ma."
Finally, Gazi came out and helped his sister clean up the remnants of the event. When he saw Sisil helping to lift the plates, Gazi spontaneously approached him and helped Sisil.
"Your hands will still hurt, don't lift this one. Let's let it be brother." said Gazi.
"Oh yes, Brother. Thanks." answered Sisil.
Finally the plate was handed over to Gazi, then accidentally the hands of the two touched. Their eyes looked at each other. Gazi looked into Sisil's eyes, and vice versa.
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