Mysterious Men Are Tiring

chapter 12's

After traveling about 2.5 hours from Sultan Hasanuddin Airport, finally the car that Anandita boarded entered the village where her grandmother lived, a village that still looks very ASRIH, Anandita, the vast rice fields are still beautifully stretched, the mountains that stand very firmly and that are not comfortable because of the lack of air pollution.

"welcome back to my birth village" Anandita murmured after the car entered the village, where she was raised and born by a mother who was somehow in her present existence?.

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I got out of the car after arriving in front of my grandmother's house, where the one who opened the door was Mas Reza himself, while the driver immediately took my suitcase and a cardboard that was held by Mas Reza.

"thank you" I said to Mas Reza for delivering me safely to my grandmother's house,

"same-sama! you didn't ask me to drop by Anandita?" asked Mas Reza because I suddenly ran towards Grandma who was standing in front of the house while looking at me.

"oh, sorry Mas, let's stop by first, my grandmother's acquaintance" I replied unpleasantly because I forgot to invite a good person to take me home safely.

Sure enough, Mas Reza stopped by and greeted Grandma after I took off Grandma's hug.

"you're a friend of Anandita's father, son" suddenly Grandma I asked Mas Reza

" yes, Grandma, I'm a friend of Anandita's father, Mr. Susilo's son!" replied Mas Reza introduced himself.

"yes, my dear child, thank you so much for taking my granddaughter" said the grandmother with a smile and still every embrace my shoulder.

"yes Nek, equally, whatever I will do for Anandita!", replied Mas Reza with a smile at me.

With a look of shame I returned a smile Reza who seemed sincere.

"let's go in first, rest for a while, or want to sleep is also okay?, there is his father Anandita's room, it has not been occupied for a long time" said the grandmother while, holding my hand up the stairs.

Well.. grandmother's house is a stilt house, a house that is a characteristic in South Sulawesi, Bugis house, that's the name of our house.

sure enough, Mas Reza followed me and my grandmother up and into the house, as well as the driver who had delivered us, he still faithfully brought my suitcase and put it in front of the living room door.

"let's go in and sit down" said the grandmother took Mas Reza and the driver, pointing to a sofa that was worn out because it had not been replaced for a long time.

"iya Nek, thank you', Mas Reza replied along with the driver.

after they sat down on the sofa, I went straight into the kitchen to make some warm coffee for Mas Reza and the driver.

"please drink it" I said briefly, and turned to go back to the kitchen,

I was curious about the paper bag that Abuts gave me through the flight attendant,

"what is it, Dad?" I muttered while taking the paper bag that I had placed on the dining table.

it was my favorite bread, it was,

"Sister Abuts know where I like my chocolate cheese bread?" I murmured in my heart.

after I opened the paper bag, I took out the bread and I laid it on the plate and then I went out and approached the people in the living room.

"please eat it" I said as I placed the plate containing the bread earlier.

with a confused looking face Reza asked

"when did you buy Anandita bread?"

" Oh... I didn't buy Mas, it was on a plane with a friend!" I answered with a smile.

after Reza and his driver finished the coffee I let them, they said goodbye to grandma,

"don't stay here, son" asked the grandmother

"the next time it's Nek" replied Mas Reza

My grandmother and I said they got near the car.

Mas Reza greets Grandma while kissing the back of her hand, after which she faces me with a smile,

"happy holiday and take good care of yourself, Anandita!" mas Reza said with great emphasis while smiling at me, saying,

because I think it's just a stale base, I'll do it.

"doesn't greet your future husband son?" grandma said while looking at me.