Milky

Part. 74

"Mother, where's my breakfast?" The sound of Ibrahim screaming in the house that morning, made Aulia careless who was washing clothes. Because, he wanted to finish homework immediately before going with Razka to meet Bima at his home.

Ayra, who was eating her breakfast, glanced cynically at Ibrahim.

"Can you make it yourself? Today I was busy, so I didn't get to make it. Nasya and Ayra also made their own breakfast," said Aulia raised her voice while continuing to put dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Unlike usual, he separated Ibrahim's clothes with other clothes. Keeping it in a basket, it feels reluctant to wash the clothes. Ayra and Nasya wash their own clothes. Aulia washes only hers and Razka's.

Just look! How many times do you change your clothes in a day? To the extent that his own clothes were like the clothes of three people.

"I can't, Mom. Can I just make it!" He again shouted to rule Aulia. The woman growled, she slammed the clothes into the machine upset with the lazy youth's screams.

"Mother is in a hurry, Baim. People have been waiting for you, make it yourself. Fried eggs or whatever!" sahut Aulia after neutralizing her heart. He clenched his jaw, muttering indistinctly. Cussing loudly in his heart, the young man who became a pestilence in his house.

The button pressed, waiting for the machine to work. Razka who heard from the porch of the house laughed a little. He shook his head, his heart was happy of course.

"You sound upset, Aul," Razka murmured with a smile. He reached for his cup of tea, sipping the jasmine that emanated from the tea. Razka jolted the newspaper she was reading, the truck incident yesterday became the leading news in the newspaper she read.

Ibrahim glanced at Ayra who was cool eating by herself, the omelette on the girl's plate making her saliva drip uncontrollably. He's hungry and he needs to eat. He began to sit opposite Ayra, the girl did not even care about his presence. Ibrahim gulped repeatedly, his tongue was very anxious to feel the fried egg.

"Sister, make me breakfast like Brother. I'm hungry, brother," he asked, rubbing his own stomach.

"Sorry, Baim, but Brother is in a hurry. Brother Briant has been waiting since," he said as he continued eating again. The young man smirked his lips, thinking how he could eat that morning.

"In that case, just share it with Brother. It seems like too much to eat alone. Ak-"

His lysis was confused, his sentence paused because he saw Ayra who at once devoured the omelette in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders showing Ibrahim his empty plate. Falling on the young man's jaw, his widened eyes almost jumped out.

"Exhausted," said Ayra after sipping water in a glass. He left the seat, his hands clapping Ibrahim's shoulders with pauses as he passed by.

"Study independently, don't always rely on others" he said, giving a double pat at the same spot before he passed before the young man.

Ibrahim screeched in disgust. He brushed off Ayra's hand on her shoulder. Glanced at the cynical back that away until it disappeared behind the door of his room.

Ibrahim, who was upset because Aulia was not ignored, also Ayra, left the kitchen. He just kept going until he came out. Pausing on the terrace glanced at Razka who was sitting casually reading the daily newspaper. He snorted, inwardly cursing because he was still upset by yesterday's incident at the restaurant.

His feet stepped out of the house. "Where are you going?" His steps came to a halt as Razka's voice sounded.

"At home there is no breakfast, I want to buy breakfast outside" he said without turning around or just turning his head to Razka.

"Can't you make it yourself?" Razka asked again, he lowered the newspaper looking at the young man who was turning his back with a frowning dislike forehead.

"I'm a man, my life should be served. A man does not serve himself," fiercely Ibrahim with an angry growling tone.

Razka smiled, the independence he had in youth he had not found from the figure of the young man who claimed to be his son. He shook his head in disbelief at his thoughts.

"Serving yourself does not include disgraceful or shameful acts. A man should be proud to serve himself. A man does not just have to be served, there are obligations, there are rights to be lived. It seems you don't know your own father. I don't see myself in you, Ibrahim, or ...."

Razka hung up her sentence to make the young man curious half to death. However, after a moment of silence waiting, the old man behind him did not open his mouth. Ibrahim resumed his steps after Razka's voice was no longer heard. No matter what Razka said just now.

The bespectacled man shook his shoulders indifferently. He goes back to the newspaper he was reading, the news of a young man caught on camera saving a woman from the rampage of a truck.

Not satisfied to read once or twice, he repeated the writing while looking at a blurry picture. He was sure it was Bima.

Ibrahim was already upset, continuing to take his feet away from Razka's house. "Can't be like this. My plan must not fail, I must get it at all costs. Otherwise, Mother and Father will be angry with me," he muttered as he continued on without regard to the circumstances ahead.

Tinyt!!!

He jumped in shock when suddenly a motorcycle stopped right in front of him. His hand he used to wipe his chest that was beating uncontrollably, almost out of place heart.

"Bad! Damn, you!" his curse while relieving the hunting breath and making the chest cavity tight.

Bima turned his head, squinting from behind the helmet he was wearing. It was a pity that he met that young man. The young man who can't keep his mouth. A young man who has no control in speech. He looked up to and looked higher than anyone.

Wait up! Why can't the cave meet these beavers here, huh? Why is he here?

Bima's heart murmured, her forehead frowning watching the short figure beside her motorbike standing in annoyance.

"Hey! Get off you, goddamn it!" hardikikik while accusing Bima cruelly. While the girl behind him still lowered her head as it held back the nausea in the stomach. It crept down and immediately spewed out its entrails.

Bima clucked, completely indifferent to the young man who ruled himself, "Eh .. ith! Pake mabok everything again!" he said while lowering the standard of the motor and approaching Nasya who was endlessly draining food in the stomach. Bima pressed the nape of the girl's neck, helping her to reduce nausea, as Tina did when she was vomiting due to colds.

Aulia who felt her heart thump, left the job in the kitchen. Running to the terrace, just to make sure that his heart is not wrong.

"Abrahim!" call him in a loud voice. The young man turned his head, instantly changing face mode to be pitiful. However, it was not him that he saw, but the young man who was helping Nasya was the one he was aiming for.

"Abrahim!" He again muttered, teasing Razka who had also been staring straight ahead of the road. He heard a motorcycle roaring, but he was not seen by the rider because the gate was still half closed.

He and Aulia looked at each other, waiting anxiously who was the young man behind the helmet?