
"Don't you, brother?" Vina asked while enjoying a bowl of meatballs.
"Hem.." replied Uno while nodding his head. He replied simply because his mouth was now full of meatballs that he was chewing.
Vina and Uno are a married couple. After making an arranged marriage and making introductions to understand each other for three months. Finally they agreed to interweave the household ark.
"Cold-cold gini is the most delicious and fitting to eat meatballs" added Uno.
Vina smiled. "You really are brother. Honey we enjoyed it in the car."
Currently they enjoy meatballs in the car. Because in the seats provided by meatball sellers are full occupied by children who use gray white clothes.
Uno complied with his wife because since here Vina really wants to enjoy meatballs where she was in High School. From the story obtained by Uno from his wife, so many memories when he studied at the school in front of them.
Uno always obeyed his wife with what Vina suddenly wanted. Who knows if it cravings, if I may expect from the word 'maybe'.
Because Uno hopes soon the presence of a little angel who will enliven their small palace. Vina and Uno have been married for two years but they have not been entrusted with having a child with the creator.
Their meatballs had seen the toilet but one of them was still reluctant to come out to return the empty bowl.
"Everything here is so many memories that can not be forgotten" said Vina. He looked bright as if he was diving into the good times.
"Did you have a boyfriend at school?" Uno asked suddenly. He was also curious because all this time Vina only told about her best friend.
Where is possible with the glare of Vina's eyes that look sparkling but full of longing and love that misses her friend who clearly always communicates with her.
Vina gasped at Uno's question. He seemed to sigh and set his voice to stay as normal as ever.
"I'm the same Sari is very close brother. He's the only friend I can understand" Vina explained straightforwardly.
Uno seemed to nod his head even though he felt strange with his own mind because it was like there was something hidden Vina.
But Arjuno tries to believe and reject the answer that does not satisfy his heart. He is sure that someday Vina will tell the story of her past but even though Vina will remain silent she will choose to remain silent also harbored her curiosity.
Vina looked dreamy as if she was counting how much rain continued to fall soaking the earth. Bring all the stories of his past that until now he can not forget he can not ignore.
While Uno looked straight ahead, looking at the simple school building.
Uno saw a student standing in front of the school gate. He used an umbrella to protect his body from the rain.
Soon he saw a man pedaling his old bicycle. He uses plastic body armor that can be guessed at cheap prices.
After the man got off the bike, his son kissed the back of his hand. Yes, it is likely that the man is the father of the girl.
The man appears to have taken something from behind his body armor. Then wear body armor that looks more reasonable in use.
A pair of waterproof tops and bottoms. After the boy used it correctly, he immediately climbed on the back. Then his father also pedaled the old bicycle which was definitely their purpose to go home.
Uno seemed to smile at the father's affection for his son. He was wondering if he had grown up with complete parents. Maybe he will get love like the girl.
"I will take care of my child if one day You are the gift of us little angels and I will ask you to extend my age so that I can age to watch my child grow lovingly and my wife" Uno's inner.
Uno's father had died when he was 2 years old and his mother had died 3 years ago after their culinary efforts had developed very rapidly.
"I pay for the meatballs Vin" said Uno after piling two bowls into one and two glasses of warm orange.
Vina simply nodded as she only realized that she had just dived into a very beautiful memory.
Uno got out of the car and headed straight for the meatballs seller. He did not need an umbrella because the rain had subsided and the sky was not as thick as before. After paying, Uno got back in the car.
"Is there any other place you want to go?"
"There is no brother. Let's just go home"
After getting the answer of his wife, Uno immediately started his car and ran the car leaving the school area that always made a longing for Vina.
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After arriving in front of his house. Zantisya immediately asked his father for the keys and immediately opened the door of their house.
A very simple house is far from luxurious. Zantisya was raised alone by her father after her mother died at the age of 10.
Mr. Zantisya was married again when he just entered High School. But it seems like fate is not on the side of his family, because the age of his father's marriage only runs less than one year.
Zantisya's stepmother left with some money after mortgaging her father's land certificate. And now, his father had to slam bones looking for money to install a land certificate along with the interest.
Zantisya who really did not have the heart to see his Father working alone. Finally, he also worked for his neighbors who open catering services every Sunday. And he also received the services of ironing clothes.
Initially, his father strictly forbade his son to take pains to find money at his age which should be focused on learning. But eventually Zantisya's father supported whatever Zantisya did as long as school remained his priority.
"Father should not have to pick up Tisya" said Zantisya while rinsing his father's back with a balsam, because since then his father sneezed continuously.
Zantisya justifies if his father's body is easily sick what else during the rainy season like this. The main factor is the factor u. Know dong for sure.
"if you don't pick me up until home at what time?" he said then sip the warm tea that Zantisya had made.
"Normally also Tisya street sir. Tisya did not immediately come home because the rain was very series" he explained.
Every day Zantisya went to school just on foot. The distance between home and school takes ten minutes on foot.
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