Not Always Beautiful

2. DAD'S FRIEND AND GUEST

After feeling frustrated because the title of my thesis was rejected by Mr. Grace, finally accepted and in accordance with what my father said a few days ago. Though I have made the title in accordance with what he explained earlier about Time management turned out to not guarantee anything.

I was sitting in the park in front of the campus, where I studied near the city park

" Meera" said Caca, Alysa Nugroho my best friend since sitting in high school

" Hey Ca is alone, Where's Tya?" We knew Cintya Pangestu when we both became MABA

" Bet another drink with Marko" Caca pointed to the two, Komarudi Darmawan. The son of successful businessman Riyadi Darmawan, likes to sulk if called by his real name, according to him tacky

" From earlier I saw you bengong aja, the title was rejected again?"

" I received dong, quite once I was rejected and it felt really stifling" I replied with an expression that I deliberately made up

" Iiissshh is disgusted to know not" cut Tya while thrusting Orange juice. Marko and Caca just laughed

" Btw I go home first yes Ade I ask in the meeting to see the tournament volly, if you do not obey it must be craving" I leave the three of them who are still sitting around relaxed

" Lo camp, I'm the same Tya just sat down already go straight away lo" cried Marko only I reply with a wave of hands without turning around

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It only takes 30 minutes on foot to get home, which is why I prefer to study here than at the college where Dad taught. Just a few steps past the gate of the house, I was confused by the existence of a foreign-looking car parked in the yard.

" Assalamu'alaikum, the ma'am is in front of the car sia....?"

Not yet able to continue my words, I have been made clumsy with the sight of several pairs of eyes that directly lead to me

" Dear Waalaikumsalam, here's to sit next to father" Welcome father while patting the empty place beside him

" Oh yes, Dad"

" Dear, this is knowing your dad in college first. It's Ardi's om, it's his aunt Mila's wife and it's Adrian's son om same aunt" explained the father

" Yes, baby, actually you've met them but that's when you're a child, salim there "sung mom, who I responded with a nod

" Meera is getting more and more beautiful "aunty Mila starts to open the conversation

" Must be on his campus many like" continued Om Ardi

" Aunty, Om can do it" I blushed in shame because of their temptation

" It must be a pah, when walking very fast yes know-tau kids already on big aja" continued aunt Mila in welcome crisp laughter from the family.

Adrian, he just smiled while occasionally glancing at me

" Yes, clean up first, let's jump"

" Yes mom. Dad, Om, Aunt, Adrian, Meera up first yeah" I said goodbye to all to the room.

My body is already sticky from sweat. After taking a shower and dressing neatly, I immediately prepared some books that I will read later tonight. I didn't leave the room until the knocking on the door sounded.

Tok.

" Tea, get out here first" that's mom's voice

" Yes mom. Is the guest home, Mom?"

" Here, I've been cleaning it for a long time"

" Kok teteh, it's my father's guest"

" Om Ardi's gonna eat the mall at his house next week, you're off schedule"

" Who's bosqu, where's ma'am? From home, it's not like it"

" Look at the volleyball tournament with the Princess, want to wait for you to be afraid for a long time he said"

I'm just oh ria and go back to the room to rest.