Mandatory Filled

Satu

Four years later...

"Din, are you sure you're not coming with us?" Ask one of Dina's friends who is having a sidekick. His hair was shoulder-straight, wearing a super tight shirt and draping a totebag on his left shoulder.

"Gue has a state duty," Dina replied as she tidied her books on the table.

"Well? Pursuing your widower's neighbors?" The sarcastic girl named Tika.

Dina nodded vigorously, "tu, you know."

Tika snorted, then landed her butt on Dina's desk. "Lo don't cape what's chasing him?"

Dina straightened her body, "as long as this self is still breathing, as long as the blood is still flowing profusely and as long as this heart is still beating, I will continue to try to chase after him whom I love" said Dina full of confidence.

Tika screeched, "sure it's love? Not just obsession?"

Dina frowned, "why are you so?"

The slender-bodied girl got off the table and patted Dina on the shoulder who was almost two years of being her close friend. "Lo ever think about how she feels?"

Dina shakes. Tika smiled thinly, "never terbesit in your mind, to make him happy? But happy she is not the same lo, but with another woman."

Again, Dina shook her head.

"Lo sincere about her being with another woman?"

Tika's question seemed to lead Dina to reality. The harsh reality is that someone he likes never returns his love. However, his heart continued to reject that fact. He continues to pursue an endless blind love.

"No. Because I will try harder, so he ogles me. And after that I'm sure he won't turn."

Tika opened her hand, "soon you deh. I'm pulling, bye." Tika got up from her sitting position, then waltzed indifferently.

Finally, all Dina did was shake her head no matter and put on her jacket, then leave the class that was already deserted.

• • •

"Maa, Dina's home!" His screams filled the corner of the room.

"Yes, Mama knows, don't yell that way" replied Sarah who had just come out of the kitchen.

Dina grinned innocently, then tried to pluck fried chicken neatly arranged on the dining table, but he had not done it. Sarah first hit her hand.

"Scook! Haven't washed your hands."

Dina pursed her lips, "my hands are clean, Ma," he said, revealing his pure white palms.

"Whatever? You'll end up holding this, whether you realize it or not. The clean one is not necessarily no germs Dina," explained Sarah.

"Yes, yes" Dina resigned.

Dina walked over to the sink and washed her hands. Dina grumbled indistinctly, then a plan to launch her action today flashed through her brain, unknowingly smiling happily.

"Ma" he said as he turned around.

"Hm" answered Sarah briefly.

"I haven't played with Nino in a long time. I miss him. Mama can prepare some food, let me take her there later."

Sarah digested her son's words, I don't know if anything seems to be stuck. "Not three days ago, you went there?" Ask wonder.

Dina gulped her saliva rough. Damnit damnit! He didn't even think there.

"Well, what are you doing there every day? If you just ngajak Nino play, it seems unreasonable, Nino'll have his own babysitter."

Again, his mother's speech made Dina have to think hard.

"Nino's a cute kid, Ma. I really like to play with him. Anyway Mama ready just something for me to bring to Nino's house. I'm gonna take a shower first." Afterwards, Dina ran towards the room and was grateful for not being too nervous in answering her question. It could be messed up if the Mama knew Dina's true intentions.

Currently, Dina had been in front of her favorite neighbor's house. He exhaled a long breath before knocking on the door, in his hand was a parcel that had been prepared by Sarah before.

The door is not open yet. Dina fondling. At this hour usually Om Nico has not come home from the office. It's okay, Dina so can have time to find out more about the person she loves.

Dina was planning whatever she would do and overcame the servants who might suspect her later. Well, he did have to prepare everything carefully.

'Czech'

The door opened, Dina looked up. His eyes opened to see the scene in front of him. Really, this is not included in the plan.

"Of Nico!"

"What's wrong?" Asked the man flat as usual.

Dina seemed to return to the real world after hearing the man's words. Dina sure, she didn't hear wrong. Shouldn't the man still be in the office?

"Why are you dumb, Dina? You didn't hear my question?"

Dina shook her head quickly, "the horror, Om. Em, here," Dina handed the parcel in her hand to the man, "from Mama."

"Thank you" said Nico sincerely.

"Yes, same Om. Em, is the Nino Om?"

"So, you want to play with him?"

Dina nodded enthusiastically. Maybe the plan is indeed ambiguous and can even be said to fail. But he was quite happy because he was going to have fun with such an adorable boy. Nino, the son of Om Nico who is only three years old.

"He's inside. You can go in now" he said, shifting his body, letting the young woman into his house. No, this is not the first time.

"Om tumben cepet go home, usually more late afternoon or evening than this."

"Just want to" replied Om Nico briefly, then walked ahead of Dina.

"Ck, you freak!" muttered Dina slowly. Of course slowly, he was still sane to speak loudly.

"SISTER DIN!"

Dina averted her gaze, then smiled widely as the boy ran towards her. And hugged himself.

"Sir Din, Nino kangen." Dina chuckled and returned the hug the child was no less tight. "Sister also misses you. I'm sorry, I'm rarely here."

The boy looked up, his hands still coiled around Dina's thigh. "Said Papa, Brother Din is busy. So Nino sorryin," said the spirit.

Dina smiled wryly, somehow her feelings seemed to float hearing Nino's words.

"Come on, we play now. Papa just bought Nino a new toy, brother."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's play." The two laughed, then walked towards the special playroom where Dina and Nino were spending time.

Without them noticing, a pair of eyes seemed to be watching the two. He sat next to each other, watching closely how the two were familiar and as if inseparable. The man exhaled a long breath. He realized, this must be stopped immediately, but he did not hesitate if he had to lose the happy smile of the child.