My Adult Man's

Foreign Guest

After the return of Salsa 1 hour ago, Handini is currently sweeping the yard of his house which is slightly dirty because of the leaves that fall from the trees that are in the floodlit.

The sun that will soon set is now the center of his attention, although not as clear as when looking at the seaboard, but enough to attract his attention.

"Din, what do you want to turn into a broom model? How not to move, stand still while holding a broom." Handini's mother was mocked while walking with a package of garbage that she would throw in the trash can in front of her house.

"That's it.. Mother. ngagetin only. This Dini continues its fate."

"Pastor's college. I want you tonight, you haven't taken a shower either."

Dini accelerated his movements and immediately went inside to take a shower.

"Mom, I haven't come home yet, Tumben" asked Handini who was drinking water in the kitchen because she felt thirsty.

Mom stopped her activity while cutting vegetables, then looked at her daughter.

"Slow, Din."

Dini saw there was an anxiety in Mom's eyes at the time, but she did not want to ask. Because the mother is sensitive, Dini is afraid if she sees her mother will cry if there is something that is not okay.

"Yes already, Mom. Dini want to take a shower first come here again help Mom cook."

"Well, baby." The smile bloomed perfectly with Handini's mother, but a few moments receded when she remembered the fate of her daughter.

After bathing, Handini immediately approached her mother in the kitchen.

"Mom, where should I help you? dad said I should learn to cook too, right? "

"Hmm. You refined the spices" Mother pointed to a cobek that already had kitchen spices ready to be mashed.

"Good, Mom. This is just "Tanya Handini who feels easy to order her mother.

"Yes, that's subtle but"

"Ready... "

Handini with the spirit of smoothing the spices, it takes a long time to look smooth spice.

It did not escape the attention of his mother, who had been holding back his laughter.

"Where, difficult? " ask Mother Handini because she can't wait to tease her daughter.

"Hmm. it's hard" Handini replied while putting on a face.

"It's not hard, if you have trouble smoothing it can use a blender. "

Handini's mother smiled as she pointed at the blender on the shelf.

"Ahhhhh... Mother, why not just wear the blender" Handini was annoyed

"But it is better to use the traditional way, it is better later the cuisine. "

"What's wrong, Mom? " At this time Handini was serious about hearing the explanation from her mother.

"Yes, honey. Said the Javanese let the cuisine as deep."

"Sedep??? "

"The present time is Mantulllll "

"Hahaha, I'm gaul too"

And they both laughed together.

Chicken soup, fried tempeh, potato fried sambal, tomato sauce and krupuk have been neatly lined up on the dining table.

Not too much food because they only cook for three.

Mom and Handini agreed to wait for Dad to come home.

Because they used to eat together.

About 40 minutes of waiting, the sound of the car stopped. Handini impatiently greeted her father in front.

"Dad.... " Handini approached her father and hugged him, either reflexively or whatever, but he really missed her. Because I usually come home late in the afternoon.

The father returned his daughter's embrace, which he realized would rarely happen at a time like this.

"I'm sorry, Son."

Then they had dinner together with occasional jokes. Making Handini feel lucky to have been born in the middle of this family. He felt loved and loved by his father and mother.

Dad never bothered her to do anything, just as long as it was positive. And mother is too.

Handini sensed that something was strange if she saw her father. It was as if there was something that his father was hiding.

He caught so much weight in his eyes.

"Did you think about my marriage? The father who asked should have been carefully thought out, right? "

"Son, when are you school farewell?" ask Dad while looking at his daughter

"One more week, Dad."

"Looks like you can't come, son. Mom too, because we're going to Dad's parents' village. To give you the news that you are getting married, and will stay for a few days there. You'll spend the day in Salsa, and I'll talk to his parents."

"All the students brought their parents, Well "Handini felt sad, how would it be if later he himself was not accompanied by his parents.

"Your husband-to-be will be with you, son" Father replied seriously making Handini round her eyes in surprise.

"Yes,Son. Later Farhan will accompany you at the farewell event later. Mom and Dad hope you two will get to know each other better, before the wedding arrives. " Mom chimed in on her husband's words and Handini shut her mouth as one word almost escaped her lips.

Handini did not make a sound, he was resigned to the plan made by his parents.

When the three of them finished eating, Handini who was about to leave her dining table immediately stopped upon hearing the knock of the door from the outside.

Mom gave the code for her to open the door and Handini said.

"Yes, for a moment" replied Handini who felt this guest was really impatient because he knocked on the door.

Chequek...

Handini felt surprised at the figure before her at this moment. How does.. How did this man get to his house.

"Radith... "

Radit smiled broadly at Handini who opened the door.

"Hi, Din. How are you doing? I wasn't told to go in." asked Radit.

"Who's coming, Din? What the Far... " Mother's words were cut off when she reached the guest room, and revealed a very foreign man to her.

"Radit, Mum. Handini's friend, she's the class president. " Jawan Handini shortly after allowing Radit in and landed his buttocks on the sofa.

"I'm Radit, Mom." Radit greeted Mother Handini while developing her smile.

"Yes, I said back first. " Handini catches up with her mother for the kitchen because she wants to get Radit a drink.

"Din, did you make a pact with your friend? How come all of a sudden here, what's the need? "ask Mom Handini.

"Nor do you know, Mom." Handini passed away when the tray was filled with drinks and snacks.

"Drink first, Dit. And by the way, what do you need to do here? Where do you know my home? " ask Handini who is confused. Because as he remembered every group work in his home, he was never a group with Radit.

How Radit could know his house without him asking Handini.

"Hmm. about me knowing your house, I asked Ferdi. I'm here to talk about the kids' plans in class, they want to do their own parting after school breakup. I as the class president have a responsibility to bring the children to their homes, should be with Tita or Nando but they can no longer. And I'm asking for your phone number, Din. I'll be in our class group for further discussion." Radit thrust his hp.

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