Pick up Happy with You

Special Guest Grandpa

At ten o'clock in the morning, grandfather sat on the edge of his bed. He tried to get up and get a glass of water. His throat feels very dry.

Gts ... Geck...

"Assynnnya ... "

"Valayevansalam ... " Grandfather answered the greetings from inside the room. His feet were not strong enough to walk.

"Who?? Comein!!" my grandfather shouted from the room.

Keekkk ...

The sound of the front door opening. Then the sound of someone's footsteps approached the room. From behind the curtains appeared a young man, about 27 years old. He smiled and approached my grandfather.

"How are you, Cake?" greet a young man.

"This is my news, son. Sorry who is this kid?"

"I'm Adrian, Cake. The son of Shahril Nugraha"

"Shahril Nugraha? Gee whiz.... You're Mr. Zai's grandson apparently. Rian?"

"Rubber, Cake. I'm Rian. Adrian Fauzy Nugraha's"

"Yes, God... You apparently. When Grandpa met you last time, you were in high school"

"Grandfather how are you? Rian hear grandpa is sick??!"

"Yes, kid. Sick old. Biases ... "

"Grandfather is alone?" ask Rian.

"No. There's grandpa's granddaughter. But he's at school. I will be home later in the day. Sorry, Grandpa couldn't offer anything. Just to walk grandpa is hard"

"It's okay, Cake. Rian just stopped by for a minute. Rian looked at the graves of Papa and Mama. It just so happened to take a few days off so take the time to stop by"

"Where are you staying, son?"

"Get up near here, Cake"

"Thank you, Cake. Trouble with grandpa"

Rian's grandfather and late grandfather were his former employees and superiors at PT Timah. Rian's grandfather was a very honest manager. His father was just an ordinary civil servant. The very close relationship between grandfather and Pak Zai, Rian's grandfather, is very close. Pak Zai is a role model for all employees.

Since the death of his father in a motorcycle accident fifteen years ago, Rian and his housewife are living off his father's pension in a simple rented house. Five years later, his mother died. Rian, who was studying in Bandung, decided to settle there after the death of his mother. Rian graduated from ITB on a full merit scholarship until he graduated cumlaude as the best graduate.

And only this time again did he track down his homeland. The place where both of his parents were buried.

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"Assalamualaikum, Cake ... Sorry Naya's late. There was an extra task at school. So we worked in groups for a while" Naya said as she put down her backpack. His face looks tired and tired.

"Waalaikumsalam, it's okay son. Clean yourself up and eat!"

"Eat?" naya asked a little surprised.

"Yes, Rian's son cooked it for grandpa. She's very good at cooking"

"Rian?? Who is he, Cake?!"

"Grandfather's grandson in Tin first. He stopped by here"

Waahhs... It just so happens that if someone is cooking, I am really tired, Naya thought. But it turns out that not only the cook, the house and cooking utensils have been cleaned.

"Often like this" said Naya.

Naya walked in the backyard, she saw several pieces of uniforms and the clothes of the grandfather who had been soaked this morning had sunburned. He was going to wash it after school.

"That's what a crappy this guy is. Rarely were there any men as smart as him. You can do your own homework. Said he was the granddaughter of my grandfather's former superior. How I never knew" Naya thought.

Naya took the plate and headed towards the dining table. She opened the hood and she had vegetables, rice and side dishes available. Naya took the rice and vegetables and put them on her plate.

"Hmmm. Feels fitting. That guy's good at cooking too apparently"

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