Rain, Give me my Rinduku

Keeping It in the Heart

Although Dinda was a little surprised by the statement of Mbak Yuyun who said that in this house there is only one access gate, but Dinda did not ask further.

He did not want Mbak Yuyun to be confused and suspicious, if Dinda asked further things, Dinda kept them all in her heart.

"Mom Dinda why?" mama Yuyun asked confusedly.

"Eh, it's okay Bi, which mother?"

"So the hell Bu Lilis was in her room, maybe now it's still there!"

"Okay Ma'am, I want to talk to Mom first!" said Dinda who immediately passed leaving the place.

Dinda went straight to her mother's room, the door was not closed tightly, her mother was seen sitting in front of the dressing table holding an object.

"Mother ..."

"Let's Din, here!" said Ms. Lilis.

"What are you doing?"

"Din, good no? It's a gift ring from your father!" said Bu Lilis while thrusting a small box of red velvet on Dinda.

"Good Mom, is this Mom's engagement ring?" ask Dinda.

"Yes Din, but your father said he wanted to marry Mom directly, understand us already old Din, embarrassed if massive!" answer Miss Lilis.

"As for Mom and Dad, I can only support you, the important thing is that you are happy!" said Dinda.

"Din, your father's planning to marry Mom this weekend, you don't mind, do you?" ask Bu Lilis.

"Of course not ma'am, the sooner the better!" answer Dinda.

"Thank you son, if it wasn't your support, maybe I couldn't be with your Dad!" said Ms. Lilis.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm glad that Mom and Dad can finally be together and happy, then, I'll go back to my room Mom, I'll take a little break!"

"Please son, rest, don't you really have to rest!"

Dinda smiled, then she immediately moved out of her mother's room.

Dinda slowly climbed the stairs and headed straight to her room.

He immediately lay down his body on the bed, while taking his cellphone which had been on his bed.

Many missed call notifications from Dio.

Dinda then starts replying to call Dio back. Shortly, the phone was picked up.

"Hello baby!"

"Mas, was that a phone? What's up?"

"Honey, today I have a guest from abroad, probably can't go home as usual, but I told Ujang to pick up Chika at school!" said Dio.

"Oh, I see, Mas, all right!"

"Are you okay, baby?" ask Dio.

"No, the job is more important!"

"But to me, you're top priority!" said Dio.

"Maos ..."

"Yes? What's up, honey?"

Dinda was silent for a moment, she was eager to ask about the peculiarity she found about the door behind the garden, which the creeping plant covered, but she undoed her intention.

Dinda did not want Dio to be thoughtful and not calm working, so she chose to keep it first in her heart.

"Dinda, what's wrong with you?"

"Eh, it's okay, Mas, Mas Dio just continue working, I also want to rest!" said Dinda.

"Okay, I'll call you later!" said Dio who then immediately hung up his phone call.

Dinda let out a long sigh, she tried to keep thinking positive, maybe everything she saw was not a bad thing.

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It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, Dinda was waiting for Chika to go home from school on the front porch of her house.

But Chika has not come home yet, but usually at this hour Chika has come home.

Ms. Lilis was invited out by Mr. Dirja since 10.

"Wait inside, Miss Dinda, it's dark Mom, it's gonna rain in a minute, the wind is strong!" mother Yuyun said.

"Kok Chika hasn't come home yet, Ma'am, was it really the Ujang already picked up?" ask Dinda.

"Here you are, Ma'am, see for yourself the roadman to pick up Non Chika!" replied Ms. Yuyun.

"But not yet!"

"Maybe it's stuck Bu, his name is also in Jakarta!" mother Yuyun said.

"Yes, too, Ma'am, hopefully Chika will be home soon, lunch is ready, right?" ask Dinda.

"Already Ma'am, I have arranged it also on the dining table, so later you can just go, everything is ready!" replied Ms. Yuyun.

"Yes already Ma'am then Ma'am Yuyun can return to continue her work, let me here wait for Chika to come home from school!" said Dinda.

Mbak Yuyun nodded his head, after which he went back inside the house, to continue his work at the back.

Now it's almost 2 pm, But Chika has not yet returned to school, Dinda is getting more anxious, she immediately reached into her phone and tried to contact Ujang, Ujang, but several times calling Ujang did not pick up his phone call.

Finally inevitably, Dinda called Mr. Roni the principal.

"Hello good afternoon!"

"Good day, Mr. Roni, this is Miss Dinda, have the children gone home? Does Mr. Roni know Chika has gone home or not?" ask Dinda streak.

"Sorry Mom, as far as I know, today the children have all gone home, the picket teacher came to report!" said Mr. Kepsek.

"Oh, but Chika hasn't reached the house sir, it's already two o'clock!" said chika.

"Well, if I don't know Mom, just try calling Ms. Dita, who's now her homeroom teacher!" proposed Mr. Roni.

"Well Mr. Thank you!" dinda said before hanging up.

With a little hesitation Dinda then started reaching into her phone to call Ms. Dita his homeroom teacher Chika, but she suddenly abandoned her intentions.

Somehow he did not want to call with Bu Dita, because since recently their relationship is not good.

Trings ... Trings ...

Suddenly there was an incoming call from Mr. Dirja. In a hurry, Dinda lifted him up.

"Hello Dad!"

"Son, I'll borrow your mother's zuku until the afternoon yeah, we'll take pictures, you don't look for your mother first!" said Mr. Dirja.

"Dad, Chika hasn't been home from school since this afternoon, until this afternoon, I'm worried Dad!" said Dinda.

"What?? Chika hasn't come home yet?"

"Yes Dad!"

"Well, you take it easy, let me and mom find Chika!" proposed Mr. Dirja.

"Okay Dad, I'll wait!" dinda said at last before closing the screen of her phone.

Today was so strange, for some reason Dinda felt like there was something hidden in this house, which was not visible from the outside, but it was really there and real.

But Dinda tried to think positively, that the aura in this house is good.

Dinda stroked his chest, trying to be patient and calm in the face of everything that might have never been expected before.

Connect ...

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