NOT JUST DICTION

Raffa Residence

"Thanks to Nic!" Yuma Smile

Nicholas who heard the words from the girl in front of him could only nod his head. Red motor horn marun on the press, mark the farewell to Yuma. Here another yuma continued to see the back of the man who drove him has further and further, after missing from his sight he entered his house.

His father shook his head, "Other times if a guest is told to enter first, Brother."

"Then Pa." cried his sister who had changed clothes.

"Fuckin' gue, lucky Lo." murmured his sister who thought the man who delivered him was her boyfriend.

"Abis where are you? Next time you want to come out and say something. The right door lock. Tuh Mobile adek you become a victim." ceros Mother serves how many fried bananas.

"Well, can you Bun?" Furrowed his brows

"Lo who said even asked?" upset His Sister

"Carca!"his father warned. You can't say rude things to older people

Yuma who does not believe that her sister's phone is missing. Instantly asked his number to the younger boy in front of him. Both his father and his mother could only be astonished. Surprised that Yuma did not have his sister's number, and perhaps if asked, he did not have her brother's number.

Without asking much more, Yuma immediately called the number. Surely as his mother said the number could not be contacted. His unbelief did not produce any results. Try to keep calling that number. However, even a few times the results remain the same.

"hp is not lost Bun, because it's just his own store and mencharger hp." he said with confidence.

Arka mother and her father could only look at each other, not understanding Yuma's words. Yuma's footsteps walk toward the electrical cable that is often used to mengharger. It was even the last place he kept the phone there. But still, the HP does not exist. Not even the charger.

Arka who thinks her brother is just looking for an excuse. Not accept. Trying to vent his anger through objects that he can take, like a pillow that became the back of his father he threw on his brother's face.

Luckily it became a way where Yuma could find the phone her family was looking for. The phone he was carrying was in a closet. He saw her when he accidentally opened the closet to avoid throwing a pillow that would hit him.

Looking at the phone in the closet, making Yuma remember the times he left the house. At first it was true that he mengcharger the phone. But he realized, when he wanted to put his charger into the outlet. His eyes unintentionally saw the Plectrum his father often used. Seeing that he was reflex to take it and the phone he still held was probably equally stored when he kept his father's favorite object in the closet.

Yuma, Arka father and his mother looked at each other and laughed. Even his father coughed because his father was drinking a glass of tea. Without them knowing, yes such events must often be experienced by you as well. Wasn't it!

When we search for something, we never find it. But when we don't look for it, we accidentally find it.

If only his sister's phone was alive there might not be morning drama going on in that not-so-large space. Yuma is neither upset nor angry at her family for blaming her. Quite the contrary, yuma was very grateful, seeing the joy that occurred in his family like a happy laugh.

The sound of birds makes the atmosphere in the house more alive. Sunlight also adds to the impression of beauty for the house. It was Raffa who lived in the big house, people might say it was Rafa's house, but the guy always said and avoided it was not his house, but his parents' house.

Men with a height of 177cm, do not like when someone praises the house he lives in. Because he felt the reality was not like that, the house that looked magnificent was luxurious. For him is just a cheat.

"What do you want to be, Raffa!" Burhan snapped at the boy sitting in front of him.

"Hmmm..." Raffa just cleared his throat to stay focused on his phone

"For you the lives of people almost lost Rafa!". He put his right leg up and rolled up the newspaper.

"RAFFA!" burhan snapped and left Raffa.

While Dahlia, who saw her husband walking into her private workspace, could only rub his shoulder. The woman carried a P3K box and approached her son.

"Other times, take the bike with you carefully. You almost lost someone's life." The Dahlia impregnable rough.

Dahlia pulls Raffa's hand, which is suddenly about to leave, while she is treating her son's wounds. Rafa also just follow the orders of his mother does not fight.

"This is why your face, who's fighting this time." Putting cotton on her child's bruise.

"Kalo Raffa said it wasn't Raffa who grazed, Mama believed." raucous Raffa.

"Any mistake must be mama sorryin, but please don't be a liar, son." said Dahlia who had previously been silent did not answer her son's question.

"If you can't be a good person, be an honest person. Don't lie to someone because trust is expensive" Dahlia said.

Rafa smiled wryly hearing the words of the quite old woman in front of him. His eyes looked around his house. Some paintings on the wall. The small statue and pendant were neatly attached to the closet, then gazed at the portrait of a little boy, with a black frame.

"Mama and Papa saw it happen. Mama is disappointed you will avoid." said Dahlia. Raffa refused to see his mother's face.

"Mama tell Raffa to be honest, whether Rafa should lie or you believe." Raffa's inner self then left her mother.

Raffa chose to leave his mother in the waiting room, even though the treatment carried out by his mother was not finished. He still left, seen him climbing the stairs, with the same clothes he was wearing when jogging.