Not To Be Angel's

Episode 38's

Mario and Olin have reached their destination. The host is still clutching his guest's wrist tightly.

"Hay, Olin." Sapa Mutia kindly welcomed Olin's arrival.

The girl smiled broadly at the warm welcome from Mutia.

"Tante, how are you?" asked Olin as she approached the middle-aged woman. Mario released the check.

"Auntie's good, really. You haven't been here in a long time" Mutia said.

Mario who saw the closeness of his mother with Olin just smiled.

"Ma, Mario to the room first change clothes," said Mario then left the two women talking.

"You want to eat? Let auntie eat for you same Mario," asked Mutia.

"Not a aunt, thank you. Olin was still full, really." replied Olin.

"Yes already, auntie does not maksa. How is your flower collection?"

"It's the same, tan. Olin has not been able to buy new chrysanthemum flowers again" explained Olin.

"Yaudah later will love you a collection of flowers owned by aunty" said Mutia who made Olin's eyes sparkle.

"Really, ,tan?" asked Olin in disbelief.

Mutia nodded, "Yuk to the back garden," take Mutia to whatever Olin is to follow her towards the back garden.

"Hallo, bre."

"Hallo, what's wrong?"

"Congs kangen, nyet. Meet yok."

"Lo is alay gini, anyway. Serem knows not."

"Recipes, lo. So how do you want to?"

"I can't do it, I'm at home."

"Huh? I'm not wrong, right? You got a doi? Girls right?"

Mario laughed for a long time, "yes it's a girl, I'm still normal."

"It's so nice to have another girl."

"Gue handsome, different lo." Mario joked to his best friend.

"songong emang, don't you make contact with me?"

"No, ntar lo tikung again."

"Who knows, right?"

"Well, you're so happy now"

"Ci, next time we meet in a normal place. I have something to say."

"OK ready. But btw don't call me ci doang, which is obviously woy in kira cici ntar"

Mario laughs he forgets that Chio never wants his name on the word only half. Because it will cause misunderstanding. He always asked to call his name completely and correctly.

"Sorry-sorry."

"Oh my God, I'm going to church first."

"Okay, I'll see you next time."

Mario closed the phone connection when it was felt Chio's voice was not heard. Mario immediately put on his shirt to go down to meet Olin.

He found Olin and Mutia conversing in the back garden. It is in the flower garden of Mutia.

Mario does not want to disturb the two women. He decided to go and watch TV in the living room.

"You're so beautiful, anyway," praised Mutia.

"Thank you,Tan. Aunty is also beautiful." said Olin.

"Look at your face, aunty so want aunty college friend," Olin looked at Mutia.

"His face looks a lot like yours when he was high school. When I first saw you, I thought you were a aunt's best friend's son who was 10 years old never heard of aunt. Apparently not, but your face is very similar that makes aunty curious, Aunt then inget if the son of aunty's best friend is a guy all, same as aunty," explained Mutia spirit.

"Tante, have you never seen that aunt again?" asked Olin, Mutia shook her head.

"last aunt met 18 years ago when she gave birth to her second child, after that aunt never met her again, her children are the same age as aunt children, and the children of aunt, the first is the same age as Indra, the second age with Mario is only a few months different. We both hoped we would be good, but it turns out that our children are both boys" Mutia chuckled after saying her last sentence.

"And a few years ago aunt heard that she was busy out of town as an office lady. He rarely goes back to town, either,"

"Tente hopes he's okay there, even though we haven't seen him for a long time but aunt still wants his face. He is also like us, likes to collect chrysanthemums" said Mutia again.

"Hopefully aunty can see a friend again soon," Olin then smiled.

Mutia stretched out her hands before Olin, "can aunty hug you?" Mutia asked permission to hug Olin.

Olin nodded. "May tan," answered Olin.

Mutia immediately hugged Olin affectionately like her own child. The girl smiled in Mutia's arms. She was very happy because only this time she could feel a mother's embrace except Mirna's, and now Mutia was holding her like her own biological child,

"You come here often" said Mutia, letting go of her embrace.

"Yes, aunt. Olin would definitely play here a lot," Olin's reply made Mutia smile widely.