Only One Heart
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Malaika went down first from her room to the bottom floor, back to the kitchen where the mother was, while Jessica followed behind her, trailing behind her, occasionally a loud snort when accidentally glanced at Aika's feet wrapped in flaming red flat shoes. Uh! Aika's style is really bad. “Eh, why is it hand?” reprimanding Jess when she saw Aika's right hand raised into the air and almost pasted her cheek. A long breath gushed softly from Jess' mouth. The blush sweep on Aika's left cheek faded, because it had been rubbed rough by the owner of the face. Goddamnit! Jess' hard work to beautify the bad duck is futile if this is the story. Well, Jess' own fault. Supposedly, he did not need to dress ugly ducks who like to play in the mud. In fact, Aika has a decent appearance, if she wants to take care of herself. “Lho, Aika's. How come his blush is slippery next?” ask mama who has finished arranging food in the dining room. His gaze then rolled on Jess who was standing in the kitchen doorway with both hands folded in front of her chest, asking for an explanation of Aika's facial condition. While the youngest daughter with his cake plucked the sponge that Santi had cut and arranged beautifully in a large plate placed on top of kichen island. “Tau, no, Ma! Si Aika's. It was dressed pretty, but was removed. So ugly again, right?” Jessica grunts. The pregnant woman's lips advanced a few inches forward, and her forehead wrinkled dislike, but still looked at Aika who was already upset. Paying attention to every single thing done that sister-in-law who was now carrying a piece of cake in her right hand and taking a seat at the bar table. “Aika, don't do it, dong! You're there, your future husband ran away!” Mama reprimanding. He approached Aika, then took the cake from her hand. “Ya, Mama ..” Aika gulped, looking at the chocolate cake that she was about to put in her mouth now ended up in Santi's hands with a face of a nelangsa. “Partially right, Aika does not have a husband candidate. Yes, bodolah time!” he pouts. His face was bent again, he was hungry. The worms that were in there had played dangdut music, and the smell of the cake that was still warm made his saliva almost drip. But, the mama even forbid him to eat, even if only just tasting. “Ish, who said?” Riko emerged from the kitchen door and immediately embraced Jess's body from the side, but the wife instead let go, moved away to Aika's side and sat down beside her. “Mean Brother?” Aika turned her head towards the source of the voice, and looked at the brother with a deep frown imprinted on his forehead that was covered in the fence bangs. “Tuh, in front there is a future husband elo. Talk to Papa again!” Riko took his wife's place, leaning on the door frame with both hands put in her pants pocket. Posing like a model of guys on the cover of a teen magazine to attract the attention of Jessica who is now even ayik with her phone “Aih, kidding you not funny!” Aika melengos in disbelief. “Yang is in front, right, just the Purna. Not my future husband!” continued. He raised his right hand again, about to remove the blush on the left cheek, but Jessica first got in the way. “Aika, yes! Don't touch your skin carelessly, so. Elo's hand, dirty, the little brother held the cake earlier. Face of elo spotty.” “What's dirty, anyway? I just hold the sponge, really, earlier!” Aika turned her eyes upwards, indifferent to the advice of the Jess who seemed obsessed with becoming a beauty expert or make up artist. He threw his hand that was re-grasped Jess until it was released, then rubbed it carelessly on the bottom of the dress loaned by the sister-in-law, then spread it in front of Jess's face that was gaping to see the behavior of her tarzan. “Nih, look, here! Clean, right?” while Jessica had to bite the flesh of the inner cheek, refrain from grabbing her own hair that she had combed neatly. The mother who saw the behavior of the two women of that age can only shake her head, was too ordinary to face similar scenes every day. “Your original gate, Ka.” Mama's words were practically interesting note Aika. He lowered his hand from the front of Jess's frying pan and looked at Santi with both cute rounded eyes. “How are you? What did the brother say?” “Your husband's candidate is in front,” said mama slowly while wiping the remaining cooking oil that pasted the gas stove that was used to cook dinner. The frown on Aika's forehead grew deeper, staring at Santi's back from behind the bar table. “E ... Is there already a ... ngelamar Aika, yes?” he asked a wave. Can't believe, it will be so soon there are men who come to ask for help. In fact, the ridiculous deal he did just two days ago. “Yap!” Jessica who was sitting next to him answered enthusiastically. Too enthusiastic, to invite the glance of Aika who suddenly stuttered. “Secap i-it?” “Hu-um!” “Emang who is nglamar si-who?” “That, the Purna. Temen SMA you.” Riko said it. The young man who was barely thirty took out his right hand from his pants pocket and stepped lightly towards Aika. Patting slowly the top of the head of the sister who apparently has begun to grow up. The spit that Aika swallowed suddenly felt twisted. He wanted to say more, but it was as if a bone was stuck in his throat. Until it managed to escape his lips is just a piece of the word, “Pu ... Purna?” with stammering. Aika. Never thought, a Purnama Aji who would come to his house. There's nothing wrong with that, but .. This is Purna, Jessica's best friend. His best friend too. And what Aika knows, during High School Purna really loved Jess. Probably until this moment. Then ... why did Aika have to apply? To be a runner? Or ... so that Purna can stay around Jessica, despite their different status? “Iya. Plenary. Purnama Aji Pramono.” Jessica clarifies. “He fits, right, same criteria elo want?” Aika did not answer. All he knows is that he regretted his decision to make a ridiculous agreement with Jess yesterday. So, for this Aika dressed up this pretty? For a Purnama .... A young man he never imagined.
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