NEW TWILIGHT FOR SYANIA

NEW TWILIGHT FOR SYANIA
Episode 52



Still With Mama


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Calmly, Nia took out one by one the contents of the mother's groceries. Put it on the cashier table to make it easier for the cashier to total the nominal groceries. Nominal filling is completed, the groceries have been packed in their respective places according to the type of goods so that between non-chemical and chemical substances will be separated baskets.


 


Be lovely..


 


Quietly, from the beginning Nia stood in front of the cashier table, the cashier continued to try to steal a look at Nia's face.


 


"I'm waiting for Mama there" Nia said as she pointed to the end of the cashier's desk.


 


"Yes, Mama pay first son". Answer the Mother who is now replacing Nia's position, standing in front of the cashier's desk.


 


"Thank you for entrusting the daily needs of the mistress in our Mall", the cashier greeted Mother kindly. "This is the total shopping of the mistress". Say the cashier while showing the numbers on the small screen right in front of Mom.


 


"Thank you". Said the mother while taking out her debit card from inside the wallet. Furthermore, the transaction process was assisted by the cashier.


 


While the mother inserted her card pin, the cashier asked a question that had been previously harbored in his heart. "Is that pretty girl the mistress's son?"


 


"really". Reply Mom while returning the payment machine via card to the cashier.


 


"It's pretty, just like Mom". Said the cashier.


 


"Of course, but he already has one". Said Mother excited. The mother felt there was another intention behind the cashier's question. It seemed like the cashier was very amazed at Nia during the first glance earlier. So rather than explaining too long to the cashier, it is better for the mother to dispel the cashier's expectations immediately to Nia.


 


After this, surely the question is still single? If so, it's better for my son.


 


The cashier could only be silent, not knowing any more how to best compose the words. With a forced smile, the cashier tried to complete the transaction process, until then he could only be silent while watching Nia pass by being held captive by the mother.


 


 


"It's over Ma, where's the parking?" Ask Nia who is still loyal to the mother's grocery bag.


 


"Yes, but Mama has not planned to go home. Mama is hungry, will you accompany Mama to eat?" Ask Mom while continuing to hold Nia's hand.


 


"By Ma", answered Nia. "What would you like to eat?" Ask Nia later


 


"It looks like patin shady with a sprinkling of fresh, tasty pineapple. Does Syria like that food?" Ask Mom to see if Nia likes it or not.


 


"Yes Ma, I like it. Let's Ma, let's go down to the first floor". Take Nia to be friendly with her mother.


 


Along the way to the first floor, not once did Nia let go of Mom's hand that was holding her. I don't know what the name of the feeling that is running deep into the depths of his heart. But clearly Nia really likes the time she spends with her Mom. The mother he had met just a moment ago, but it felt very close, was already very familiar.


 


After making sure the mother sits comfortably, Nia was ready to order food in the direction of the pindang patin counter menu queue as Mother wishes. It didn't take long, then Nia had returned to the table where the mother was with the tray in hand that contained rice pindang patin, spring kale, bottled mineral water, and a plate full of fresh fruit.


 


Nia arranged the contents of the tub in front of Mom, opened the bottle of mineral water and let the mother eat. Mom smiled happily the way Nia treated him.


 


Just met, but he was very patient in serving me. If only, God. Mother muttered in her little heart.


 


"Thank you son, let's eat together". Take the mother to Nia.


 


Nia smiled as she nodded her head, for some reason it felt like this meal was different for Nia. Different not because he was currently eating with a middle-aged woman he just knew, but the taste was different. It's hard for him to explain.


 


Is this what it's like to eat at a table with a mother? Warm and comfortable.