
The chirping of birds perched on top of pine trees, sounded so melodious. Plants in the garden, seen removing the grains of clear dew, cool the view. This morning, the air was very cold, because at night it was raining quite heavily.
Last night, Shira and Akash stayed at Tessa's house. And this morning, they were all seen eating breakfast together at the dinner table.
Shira kissed the back of Tessa's hand so politely, then for a moment they hugged. Because, right now Shira and Akash are about to return back to the city.
“Other times, you have to play here often yes,” said Tessa looking in admiration towards Shira.
Shira nodded in embarrassment. “Iya, Aunt. Next time for sure I will play here again,” he said.
Tessa's smile seemed to be widening. “How many times have you told me, don't call me Aunt, but call me Mother. You will also soon be my son,” he said, making Shira smile embarrassed and misbehaved.
“I-iya, Tan ... uh, that means, yes, Mom,” he said confirming.
“Bu, I said yes. Mother be careful here, take care of health and two days before the wedding I will definitely pick up mother again,” Akash said, Tessa nodded.
Akash and Shira put their bodies in the car seat. Then, Shira waved her hand at Tessa as Akash began to drive forward the car he was riding in.
After a while, Akash closed the windshield again. The man was completely cold as the weather was currently below 14 degrees centigrade.
“Your mother is very friendly yes,” Shira said opening the conversation. “Different, same son,” he continued, who immediately got a sharp gaze from Akash.
“Hehe, kidding,” Shira continued, widening her smile.
Suddenly. Drrttt .. drrttt .. drrttt ....
The ringing sound of Shira's mobile phone was heard floundering in her sling bag. He bought both eyes, when he saw a phone call from a close friend Kalala—sah.
“Kala,” screeches Shira as soon as she attaches the flat object near her ear.
“Shira, where are you?” kalala's voice sounded panicked. “Are you okay?”
Shira chuckled, hearing the panic of her best friend. “I'm safe, Kala. How are you, where are you? Why just call me now.”
“I'm sorry, Shira. It's been two weeks of my phone ruksak. And this is just taken from the service. The news is fine, it's me who should ask how you are. I'm sorry, too, I just found out that you're in trouble.” Kalala's voice sounded weak at the end.
“Already, it's okay, no need to worry about me. We will also meet at the campus ‘kan.”
“Iya, Kala. Take it easy, I will definitely trouble you now, haha,” she replied with a laugh. Then after that, they went back to chatting about college, and after finishing, Shira mamatikan her phone.
“You're still in college?” ask Akash to look over.
“He’em, why?”
“It's okay,” he replied, because Akash thought, Shira has graduated and is not in college anymore.
After a long and exhausting journey, Akash takes Shira to a Japanese restaurant in the city center.
“You wait here, I'll go back first,” Akash said as he received a phone call on his phone.
Now Shira sat alone at the round table. There, there were only a few people filling the table. Because, those who come to this restaurant are only people who have thick wallets, aka wealthy.
Then, the waiter came to bring a food menu book for Shira. Shira chooses some food for herself as well as Akash. After taking down Shira's order, the waiter left to resume his work.
Waiting for Akashkash to return, and the food came. Shira deliberately plays her phone so that she does not feel bored.
Suddenly ....
“Heh, padlock! What are you doing here huh?!” Luna was already standing beside him, looking at him cynically as if disgusted.
“Shira, you're sitting here like anyone can afford it!” Read Haris—mantannya who is embracing the shoulder of Luna.
Shira looked up at the pair of selfless lovers. Then, he also showed the table number that had been given by the waiter.
“What is not enough to prove that I am here what I am doing!” he said casually, replying to their answers haughtily.
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