Replacement Ribs

15. All Because of Kirana

Mentari's tiny body shriveled. Although Tristan called his name not out of anger. However, the shock and excessive worry made the man unable to hold his voice lower.

"Sorry, Pa!" Mentari was still frightened.

Shards of glass and spills of white liquid filled the kitchen floor. Tristan pulled the small hand away slowly. He was afraid Mentari was hurt again. After the injuries from the incident a few days ago had dried up, he would not let the pain whack his daughter again.

All this again because of Kirana. Had he been in that house, Mentari would not have whined to ask her to make milk. Will not wander in the kitchen to make his own milk which ends up with a dirty floor and adds to Tristan's work because he has to clean it.

"Wait in the room. Papa make milk for the Mentari."

Nodding small still with fear. Following Mentari's step left the kitchen.

Tristan took a glass to make milk. Mentari's nap hour is set by Kirana. And drinking milk is a must since Mentari is still red. As if it was a hard opium to remove. Even Tristan was forced to throw away all the milk bottles when Mentari still did not want to get away from it a year ago.

A glass of milk was delivered to Mentari's room. The boy was still speechless in fear as he received the glass from his papa's hand. Until the gentle rubbing on his head made him calm down a little. Feeling that his father is no longer a terrible figure.

"Change clothes first, yeah!" tristan said shortly after the glass in Mentari's hand was empty.

Dress Mentari wet by milk spillage. Tristan also opened a closet with a beautiful cat to take a change of clothes.

"Where are the clothes going? AT Oma's house?" tanya Tristan saw that the pile of clothes in Mentari's closet was already very thin.

"The book is dirty, Pa."

The man dragged a step into the kitchen after changing his daughter's clothes. Glass shards and milk spills should be cleaned immediately before injuring people.

After Kirana, her routine will return to its original state. Take care of all the housework.

Kirana is stubborn. Always denied when Tristan forbade to take care of his needs. Including taking care of his dirty clothes. But slowly Tristan let it go. He no longer wanted to know what Kirana was doing. All she knew was that her clean clothes were always available in the closet. Even so, Tristan still denies that the existence of Kirana makes him rely on his wife a little more

In Tristan's heart cursed a person whom even he didn't know where he was at the moment. Mentari has not returned to school since the accident. If her mother's words were correct, then where did Kirana go? Tristan squeezed his hair. Why think of him, he thought resentfully to himself.

Tristan picked up dirty clothes that were scattered near the machine because the basket could not hold anymore. Put it all in a big bag. Then call his laundry to pick up.

"Pa, the Mentari is hungry." Mentari flicked his father who was sitting on the sofa

Tristan almost forgot that since morning the stomach of Mentari has not been filled because of the incident this morning. She came back from the sofa to cook. But the intention of cooking must be broken. Freezer is empty. Kirana hasn't been able to shop. There were only a few eggs and the rest of the vegetables were beginning to dry up. Tristan closed the refrigerator door hard. He returned to his wife. It was as if all the things that upset Kirana were the cause.

"So you want to eat fried chicken?" ask after thinking for a while.

"Now. Eat there, yes. Mentari want to play too."

"Eating up, shopping keeps coming home. Papa is doing a lot of work" Tristan replied firmly. He was again upset because of Kirana's habit of always taking Mentari shopping while covering the rides to play every weekend.

"Yeah! But Mentari wants to play."

Tristan again refused Mentari's request with the option of delivery order if Mentari still forced to play after eating. The little boy also complied despite having to resist disappointment.

"Wear the Mother's motorbike yes, Pa."

Tristan gave a rough sigh. There is a Mentari request. He also took a white matic motor that was lying in the garage. The motorbike that a few days ago was delivered by a workshop worker at Daniel's recommendation. Tristan was informed of the accident that happened to Kirana and Mentari a few days ago from Daniel. At first Daniel only wanted to make sure if the child being helped was Mentari or not. Because Kirana recognizes Mentari as her son. It makes Daniel doubt if the little boy is Tristan's son. He has met Mentari several times.

"Don't you, Pa, ride your Mother's motorcycle?"

Tristan berdehem replied to Mentari's tweet. He drove the bike slowly. Because Mentari stood in front without safety. He deliberately invited Mentari to a famous fried chicken outlet located in one of the closest shopping centers. Many stock kitchen needs are exhausted.

Tristan asked the sun to sit down while he stood in line. One tray contained two packages of fried chicken he brought after paying. The most popular food by Mentari. Until the menu is almost every day cooked by Kirana. Ah, Kirana again! Tristan felt something was wrong with his brain.

Tristan gladly separated the skin and chicken meat and moved it to the Mentari plate.

"Later to buy again Pa. Make it at home."

Tristan also agreed. He was really surprised by Mentari who did not get tired of eating fried chicken.

The two of them simultaneously looked up when they saw a tray stopping at their table. Women in jeans and loose shirts are seen throwing smiles.

"Eat here too, Sil?" tanya Tristan looked at who had just put the tray.

"Yes. All shopping. How are you doing, Onty?" Silvia landed her lips on Mentari's cheek.

"Well, Onty," Mentari replied indifferently and remained busy with her fried chicken.

Silvia was suddenly. I don't know why that only niece doesn't seem to like it. Especially when he approached Tristan. The mentor will be angry and speak bitterly to him. Silvia tried to get closer. Bring toys or clothes every time they come, but Mentari still reluctant to get close to him. Silvia is not very good at taking the hearts of children. Because he is not as patient as his brother.

After finishing eating, Tristan invited Mentari to the supermarket. So did Silvia because she had the same goal. Each pushed the trolley.

"Where is your wife, Mas? How to shop by yourself?"

"It's none of your business!"

Silvia was flabbergasted to hear Tristan's answer, which was not just his voice. But his face was also sour.

"It's not good that you're the same" he murmured as he continued to follow Tristan. Wherever the man runs his trolley.

Two large bags full of groceries were far from Tristan's expectations. Mentari asks for many kinds of fruits and vegetables. And also dry food. So he was overwhelmed when he had to take it with the bike because there is a Mentari as well.

"Wear the motor, Mas?" tanya Silvia saw Tristan heading to the motor car park.

"Can't you? If you can't, Mentari let me be the same. Fear of falling."

Given the things that have recently happened to Mentari Tristan also agreed to Silvia's offer. He asked Mentari to go home with Silvia even though he had to persuade a long time. And the boy finally complied to go home in his tantric car. Tristan also left his groceries in the trunk of a Siilvia car.

Not until ten minutes, they had arrived home almost simultaneously.Tristan also dropped all his shopping bags from the trunk of Silvia's car.

"Sepi, Mas. Where's your wife going?" Silvia repeated the same question upon seeing whoever greeted them.

"You don't have to take it away, Sil?!" sahut Tristan in a firm voice while putting shopping bags in the kitchen.

Kirana's absence was certainly the thing that made Silvia happy. He could return freely in that house without anyone reprimanding him.

"Start for some orange ice, don't you think?" he asked while pouring orange water into a glass.

"No. Mentari is tired, wants to sleep," said Mentari while opening the door and then closing it again. Ever since he was in the car, he had difficulty holding his eyes open.

"It's for you, Mom." Silvia held out the glass and the thirsty Tristan greeted her. In an instant he pressed the contents of the glass.

"Mas .." Tristan who was arranging the groceries in the closet turned his head when he heard Silvia's voice that sounded so sexy. His brain is really having problems.

"Don't you want to repeat what was delayed yesterday?" silvia half whispered.

"What do you mean?" sahut Tristan flat.

Silvia awkwardly wrapped her arms around Tristan's waist. Normal men would definitely be tempted by Silvia's treatment. And Tristan was not evasive if something was stirring in him.