My Bipolar Boy's

23. Morning Chat

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Cahya went into the house and said hello, but there was no answer from anyone to make Cahya conclude that maybe her aunt was asleep. Remembering the clock has been almost 10 past 20 minutes.

Cahya immediately locked the door of the house and moved towards the room on the first floor, which was the room of her uncle and aunt.

Cahya wanted to ascertain whether her aunt had slept or not. Arriving in front of the whitewashed door, Cahya slowly opened the door knob with a heart. Afraid of making noise to wake her bangs and aunt.

He bent his head into the door and got the aunt who had fallen asleep next to the pounder.

Knowing that the aunt was asleep, Cahya decided to return to her room while closing the door slowly.

Cahya immediately turned off the tofu room light that had not been turned off by her aunt, or maybe her aunt deliberately did not turn off the lights so that Cahya did not have trouble entering the house.

By climbing the stairs for a while, Cahya finally arrived on the floor to her room which was on the right side of the stairs. While the room to the left of Cahya is the room of the nephew, which will be used when the nephew is 2 years old.

Finally, after opening the door, Cahya also arrived in her room. He put his bag on his study table and stepped into his bed to rest a moment from the burden he was experiencing.

He sighed tiredly as soon as he remembered the problem that now dragged him.

Cahya who did not want to get too dissolved in her thinking decided to sleep. Who knows after waking up later the problems he faces can be reduced or maybe disappear.

It didn't take long, Cahya had already flown into dreamland.

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The sound of alarm from the clock in the form of a circle echoed filled the room of the girl who was still lulled into the world of her dreams.

But the third sound of the alarm was able to wake the girl from her sleep. Half-conscious, the girl turned off the alarm that had awakened her.

The girl rubbed her eyes to clarify her view, had glimpsed the clock which now began to show at 04'45.

He slowly headed towards his closet to pick up his school uniform and walked towards the bathroom outside his room. Right next to the room.

After entering the bathroom, the girl-Cahya-began to wash her face and start her bathing activities.

15 Minutes passed, finally Cahya was neat with her clothes and immediately she headed to her room to carry out her duties as a Muslim.

Almost 20 minutes passed, Cahya had completed all her morning routine activities. It did not take long, Cahya who had taken her bag immediately headed downstairs to help the aunt prepare breakfast.

"Good morning my dear Aunt." Sapa Cahya once saw her aunt was busy struggling with her cooking.

"For aunt's niece the most chatty." Aunt Risma's voice to her niece. Cahya who heard it just rolled her eyes lazily.

"Auntie that way, want some help, bi?" He put down his school bag.

"Please cut the vegetables, auntie again make porridge for the aunty champ." Cahya who was told to immediately do his job is to cut vegetables.

"Where's auntie champ?" Ask Cahya who did not see the presence of the ponakan.

Risma who was still stirring the porridge, momentarily stopped her activities.

"Still sleeping in the room." Hearing him Cahya just nodded her head.

"Uncle hasn't come home yet?" The question got a slug from Risma.

"Our uncle yesterday told me that he has a new project in Surabaya. And maybe I can go home in a week." That explanation made the newly finished Cahya cut the vegetables immediately wash the vegetables.

Risma who had finished making the porridge immediately turned off the stove and faced towards Cahya.

As if remembering something Risma then asked Cahya.

"Yes, there was a call from Mr. Sanjaya. Said you were transferring schools from tomorrow. Who is Mr Sanjaya and you really want to change schools? I'm not talking to aunt." The question made Cahya look at her aunt strange and confused what to answer.

"Auntie if you ask one. I'm confused which answer." Risma who heard him chuckle as soon as the niece's speech just slid by.

"Okay, who's Sanjaya sir?"

"The owner of the company where the uncle borrowed the money, bi." replied Cahya accordingly.

"Ooh so. Then why did he say you're transferring schools tomorrow. Do you want to change schools? Why don't you say."

"It's also about to say bi." Cahya said while chuckling made the aunt throw the skin of the carrot peel towards Cahya which of course pouted made.

"Ish, aunty" snorted Cahya who had just been on the carrot skin sheet by the aunt. Risma just laughed softly.

"I'll answer aunt's question."

"So this is bi, yesterday Mr. Sanjaya asked Cahya to move to his school Vino. Maybe to keep Vino." Somehow Cahya's speech seemed ambiguous in Risma's ears.

Especially when said 'keep', it raises questions in the mind of Risma.

"Who is Vino?" It seemed like Risma could not suppress her curiosity.

"Mama Irena's daughter with Sanjaya's father." Cahya's words just now even made Risma rather surprised.

"What did you say? Mama and dad?" Risma asked that because her ears might not have clearly heard it earlier.

"Yes, they asked for bi. So call them by the call of mama and father." Risma just nodded her head.

"So you're actually moving?" The question got a nod from Cahya.

"It seems so bi, after all Cahya has also told Vino that Cahya will move to her school."

Risma was still faithful to hear it, she again asked "So how is the person who wants to be betrothed to you? Is he a good man?"

Cahya looked at her aunt who was looking at her.

"In Cahya she was ..."

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