Me Vs Flocking Mommy

Chapter 92. The Mystery Behind the Photo

“Ssssttt ...! You know what Ella meant this morning? Her papa? Her father is dead. Then father? Who does he mean?” imelda whispers to Naya and Maira, when the practice of Chemistry.

“Clear your voice. Later you can hear,” said Maria very softly. Imelda covered her mouth with both hands and nodded her head.

“Yes, we know what it means. But it seems better he himself deh the story,” timpal Naya while tritating on the solution.

“Hm?” Imelda the mangosteen while glancing towards Ella, a different group on them.

“Yak, the laurt is worth it. Maira, Melda, quickly record the number,” exclaimed Naya while raising her eyes to see the row of numbers listed on their burette pipe. The changing color of the analyte is the effect of the addition of the acid-base indicator, indicating that the titration has reached its equivalence point.

“Hah, I'm getting curious. Why did Albert have a picture of my mother when he was young? Though the photo was only one and never lost,” murmured Ella while inserting a solution of KCl into Erlenmeyer's flask.

Last night, the woman kept thinking about Ghina's black and white photo, which she found in Albert's chest of drawers. It seems that the photo was deliberately hidden. Because it is very hidden and a little dusty.

“Didn't mom find the photo, and give it to Albert? But for what?” thought Ella again.Kenya make some wrinkles deep enough, until both eyebrows are linked.

Ghina's black-and-white photo is full of history. The woman in the portrait is fourteen years old. It was a very happy moment for Ghina, because she was kasmaran with Avel Erlangga. Reportedly, it was Ghina's last photo before she got married. That is why, a few years ago when he lost the photo, Ghina dismantled all corners of his house to look for the piece of paper.

“Aaaah, I wonder why the photo is the same. Does mom know she kept it?” think Ella again.

“La, what are you doing? That color has changed from earlier,” exclaimed Anggit.

“What color?” ask Ella.

“That, solution in your hand,” point Anggit.

Ella cast her gaze in the direction Anggit pointed. “Ah, jeez. I forgot!” ella was surprised to see a dark purple solution in her Erlenmeyer tube. “This has changed since when? I did not have time to record it,” said Ella hurriedly closed the burette pipe dripping with a weak acid solution.

“Udah from earlier. I also did not have time to record it, because you are daydreaming while doing titration,” said Anggit with a slightly upset face.

“I'm sorry. Let me rephrase the process,” Ella said apologizing.

“Kids. Even though this is in the laboratory, you still should not make a fuss,” scolded Madam Master who oversaw the practice class.

“What do you want to wear? We're running out of time, and the solution is up. No longer have time to make a new solution,” whispered Anggit in Ella's ear.

“Ended us. The value of this practice is very important,” said Ella regretted.

“Makanya, I've prepared a backup report. Here is the data I took from other groups, only the numbers were slightly changed,” whispered Anggit again.

“Daebak! You're a genius, Angit!” Ella exclaimed as she gave her two thumbs up. His face, which had been cloudy, turned bright instantly.

“Ehem! Just now Mom said what?” reprimand the Master again.

*

“Oh, so Albert is your stepfather. Sorry I asked you something very personal,”, Imelda said during the break.

“Nothing. I plan to tell you too, kok,” Ella said.

“But, who would have thought that the guy was your dad? He looks very young,” Imelda said again.

“Not looking young, but he is still young. His age is only eight years with me,” explained Ella while chewing her provisions.

“Eight years? So that's why you guys fight so often? How do your mama see you guys fight?” tanya Naya who withheld the spicy taste of her meatballs.

“My mama is ordinary, deh. He's so funny now if he sees us fighting,” Ella replied with a laugh. “But despite his age is still very young, but his attitude is mature, really. Cock is very similar to my mother,” said Ella.

“How will your papa's relic house go? Will you stay forever in your father's house?” ask Naya.

“No, deh. I don't feel like living there. The place is really quiet and far from school,” Ella said. “The plan is for our old house to be renovated, so I can stay there again,” he said.

*

“Honey, go home later we stop by the mall first, yuk,” take Albert to the wife.

“Ke Mall? Why?” ask Ghina.

“Buy clothes for Ella. Yesterday I saw that many of his clothes were damaged by rain and mud,” Albert said.

“Oh, can. I also have plans to buy clothes for him,” replied Ghina with enthusiasm.

“You guys buy clothes for you,” said Albert glanced meaningfully.

“Design shirt? Meaning?” Ghina puckered her lips forward.

“You don't know, or pretend you don't know, anyway? Office clothes to stay in bed,” said Albert.

“You mean less material clothes whose fabric looks more like that fish jarring? Idih, don't want to. I will not wear such a dress,” refused Ghina. “Being buyin me food from the fish jarring shirt,”.

“Why not? It's good to wear that. According to research, it can improve the quality of eating up to ten times, you know,” said Albert forced his will.

A cekiit! Ghina pinched Albert's waist until it felt painful. “A-ouh, what are you doing, anyway?” Albert complained of pain.

“Do not flirtatious kayak ABG. We are old,”, Ghina said, raising her eyes.

In the evening, Ella came home at dinnertime. His steps were shaken because his energy had been drained all day. Although today's cafe is quite quiet, but the tasks given from school still take up a lot of time.

“Ma, I'm home,” Ella said as she opened her shoes.

“Oh? What are you wearing home? Your father was waiting for you to come home overtime at the office. Didn't you check messages from him?” Ghina.

“I'm back by ojek, Ma. Didn't get to see HP,” Ella replied again.

“Yes, take a quick shower, keep eating dinner,” said Ghina rubbing her daughter's head gently.

“Then dad?” ask Ella.

“Let's let Mama give it up,” said Ghina.

Ella went to the room to clean herself up. “Ma, what is this?” ella shouted from inside the room.

Ghina smiled at the screams of her daughter. “What do you mean?” ghina pretended not to know.

“This whose clothes are scattered on the bed?” ask Ella again.

“Oh, that's a shirt for you,” replied Ghina.

“Bany?” muttered Ella while watching one by one the sheets of cloth that still smelled the store. “Ah, crazy! It cost five hundred thousand pieces? Really expensive? Is this silk?” Ella was shocked to see a price tag that Ghina had forgotten to throw away.

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