Next to Heart

CH 03

FAMILY FLAVOR COMPANIONS

*Dinda POV

The morning was busy as usual, like the previous days after my dawn service, I had to help Mother to pack the bread that had just been cooked.

I entered the kitchen, walking towards the table where Mother was arranging bread on the tray.

"There's nothing Bun hasn't packed yet, is there,?" ask my Mother.

" There's a dear there," replied the Mother as she chuckled lightly.

I chuckled at Mother's answer. " Duh Mommy, early in the morning already dear baby," I said.

" Which father is Bun,?" ask me to come back because I did not see the figure who became my first love following packing bread.

" There is a tuh," replied Mother "ordinary, again scabbing the gemoy" he continued.

I rounded my lips to form the letter O without making a sound to hear Mother's answer.

The Gemoy is my favorite bike.

From the front, I saw my father walking towards us who were busy packing bread.

Cup

one kiss landed on Mother's cheek.

" What's up baby, miss yeah," said the father

" Our eyes are stained" I said when I saw my father coming and kissed Mother's cheek,

I close my eyes with the back of my hand. While the perpetrator who is none other than my own father, just smirked to feel innocent, making Mother anxious and pinch Father's arm.

"Oh, duh, duh, duh,!" father's voice squealed, because of Mother's capitan.

" Therefore, klo in front of the girl's lips in condition." Mommy's murmur was upset.

" Yes, sorry," he replied softly as he rubbed his hand that had been pinched by Mother.

I smiled, seeing the romance of Father and Mother. I am happy even though we live in lack, but we love each other.

"Mother don't be angry donk, Daddy is romantic you know," I said as I glanced at my father, while the father I flattered, smiling with laughter. "That means my father is very much the same Mother." I continued again.

Mother smiled and stroked my cheek, "Duh Mother's child, already understand romantic - romantic,"

I'm smiling too.

The clock shows six o'clock past five minutes when the bread is all packed.

" It's finally over" I said, chewing on the remaining breadcrumbs on the tray.

Mother smiled. Ahh Mother her smile is soothing to the heart, maniiss once.

" Yes, now you are ready," said Mother reminded, "A little later Imran came." continued while putting the bread that has been packed into the cardboard.

" Good Bun,"

I went from the kitchen table, to the room to prepare for school, usually before the school Imran always stopped by the house,,

At half-time in the morning, I was ready with my uniform and school bag. I was looking for the whereabouts of Mother to say goodbye, the figure of a middle-aged woman who had been a wingless angel for me was in front of the house helping Dad raise a cardboard bread on a bicycle.

Well, indeed Dad sells bread only using a bicycle.

I grabbed Mother's hand and kissed.

" Bun, Dad, I say yes," I exclaimed

" Hm mm, be careful dear" replied Mother.

Don't forget I kissed Dad's hand, too.

" Imran hasn't come yet." asked Dad

" Maybe it's still on the road, Dad." I replied.

Piipp, Piip, Metic motor horn sound parked in front of the fence.

" Tuh, that's bullshit," I said, as I saw Imran already hanging in front of the house. I smiled, looking at Imran.

" Eh, son Imran." said Dad. "don't go in, son,?" continued again.

" Yes Well, thank you. Next time, it's too late." replied Imran displaying a thin smile.

Ahhh that smile, so sweet. Unknowingly I smiled.

" Cepasi ting, it's too late" he exclaimed as he thrust a helmet.

" Yes yes," I replied.

I frowned in annoyance.In the instant, my smile disappeared from hearing her grumble.

"Tumben, take Abah's bike? Where's harley, then,?" tanyaku, when he saw Imran riding a matic motorcycle owned by Mr. Lurah aka Abah.

I have indeed been accustomed to calling Mr. Lurah as Abah, because we have been friends for a long time, Imran has been considered a child by Father and Mother as well as other friends. Ivana, And Wawan. And Abah, on the other hand, thinks of us as his children.

I turned around and waved at Father and Mother.

" Bye Father, Mother. I'm leaving, yes," I cried to Father and Mother.

" Hey, baby, heart." Answer Father. " Imran, look after the girls, Dad. Don't get chafed." he exclaimed again, chuckling.

" Diih, I thought Dinda was doing laundry, scuffed,,!" reply upset.

" Dad g need to worry, later klo scrapped let Imran iron." Imran taunts.

Imran's reply made me anxious, I clapped his hand. "Damn, lo. Where there is a scuffed laundry, beautiful as I am." answered me scowling.

" Tuh lip g need at the monyong monyongin is that napa,?" said Imran who saw me pouting.

" Let's not be in the monyongin too, let's have a monty from the factory."Continue again while chuckling.

Out of annoyance, I reflexively pinched his waist.

" Oh, duh, duh, duh, iyya, iyya, sorri, sorri." He said he was sorry.

" Canda doank, ting. Elah the mistress menir colekannya pedes very, like fried rice mang jupri." he continued again.

Mang jupri, fried rice subscription at the end of the alley.

" Assalamualaikum." Shouted me and Imran at the same time.

"Getishalight." Answer Father and Mother compact.

" Yes already Bun, Dad also leave well." said father to Mother.

Mother took Father's hand to kiss, "Yes Well, no one's left behind, right.?" ask her later.

" Mmm, I don't think it exists." He replied, kissing Mother's forehead, "Don't forget Bun, doain Dad well." Continue again with a smile. Ah smile Sweet dad once, 😊😊

" Must be Well, Dad is always in Mother's Prayer" said Mother.

After Dad left, and was no longer seen, Mother also left the terrace, and went back into the house to continue her other activities.

***

On the way to school.

" Lo so join the debate race with Vana,? Ask Imran.

" So" I answered briefly.

" Ting, you have made a list of the names of the children who want to participate in the game at school XX.?" Ask Imran.

" It's in my bag" I replied. " Ntar I'm handing over to Miss Risma," I continued.

After the conversation, the atmosphere was quiet.

" Ting,?" Imran Seru.

" Hmm," I just cleared my throat to answer his call, lazily.

" Lo molor,,?" ask again, because I feel indifferent.

" No, "I was lazy.

" Continue,,? " The man asked again.

Feeling confused, Dinda asked. " Sustained.? "

" Yes I mean why pea, From just now diem aja ?" asked Imran was anxious, because his best friend this one suddenly so TELMI.

" I feel confused, "I replied.

" confused? " It looks like Imran is frowning.

" Confused why? " Ask curious.

" Yet..!!" Dinda hung up her sentence.

" Really ? " Imran began to seriously wait for the answer that Dinda would say.

" Surely, I like someone.! " dinda said softly, starting a conversation.

" Haha, seriously you ? " Imran was quite surprised to hear Dinda's confession.

Tbc

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