Reticalya

S2: England

A girl with a thick mocca-colored coat walked over with a smile on her face. 

The past four years were years that he could not have guessed before. 

Schooling in the country of people makes him miss the warm embrace of the Mother and also of course home cooking. 

"Na, why don't I, anyway" protested a man in a black fight. 

The color of the coat he wears is in line with the color of his hair which makes a man look very handsome. 

"Eat him fast!!" said the girl who did not emphasize her steps at all. 

"Cita Bryonna, since when have you been so cute with me!!" The man still continued to step up to align himself with the girl called Ciya. 

"Hhh what the hell? You are also the slow way," replied Ciya did not accept. 

"Keep you think I'm slow because of who?" ask the man. 

"That's a big lift! Ah come on!" They go back in line. 

Winter in the country people have experienced enough Ciya so often that he has started to get used to it. 

A while ago they had just looked through a bracelet in a small shop. Ciya was so interested in one of the bracelets that she finally asked for the price. 

When the very seller says the price, Ciya becomes unacceptable because he thinks it is very expensive. 

That was why the man missed Ciya because he cleared up some of the small problems Ciya had with the seller. 

"Professor kanya is already anxious about our erroneous task," he said. 

"Javier Keylee, I'm sorry. But maybe what you mean is that Professor's exasperated by your errand continues to err." Ciya corrected Javier's words. 

"Isn't it your job to get angry a few times?" Javier couldn't believe it because that's all he's heard from Ciya's friends. 

"Enak. My job is always perfect" Ciya replied haughtily. 

"Well, continues the same Shanaya?" ask Javier. 

Shanaya is one of Ciya's friends who is there, England to be exact. 

"Lo trust him?" Ciya was not inexhaustible, even though Javier had been tricked several times by the girl, but still the man still believed him. 

"Alright!!" Javier now holds a grudge against Shanaya. It made Ciya only able to chuckle. 

They arrived at a pretty big house. Once they enter, the lights automatically turn on. 

"Loh, he said he wanted to go for a walk, really fast," said a man with a range of thirty-eight years. 

"Yes Dad, he's looking for trouble again. That's why it's not an old walk" Javier replied, pointing at Ciya. 

"Not Dad. The shameless seller. Thought I didn't know what the original price was, he sold more expensive," Ciya defended himself. 

"Udah, don't be kicked out. You guys aren't gonna fight a day." The beautiful woman who had just arrived before them instantly interceded. 

"Here, mending you try this." The woman was carrying a jar filled with cookies.

"Well Mom, why don't you open a store." Without being asked twice, Javier immediately raided the cake as well as Ciya. 

"Don't struggle, there's plenty in the kitchen." The woman called Mommy immediately reminded before the two men attacked each other to get the cookies she had just brought. 

They ate the food very cheerfully. After a long while Ciya enjoyed the meal, the look on his face turned sad. 

He remembered something in the past. 

**** 

"Mother's artificial cake is second to none. So delicious!!" Ciya ate the cake that had just been removed from the open very greedily. 

No lie when he said the cake tasted so good. 

"Can. It's so sure!" ciya answered with great confidence. 

"Again to what?" Ciya's father came with a newspaper in his hand. 

"Dad try it, really good to know," said Ciya with enthusiasm. Although he knew his father did not like sweet food, Ciya still insisted that his father eat cakes made by his mother. 

Not wanting to feel his daughter sad, he finally took a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. 

"Emm this is delicious. It's rich that this one I can eat all the time. It's not too sweet" he commented. 

He held up two thumbs after swallowing all the cakes in his mouth. 

"So, you agree that Mommy opens a shop?" ask Mother Jihan to her husband. 

"Hmm of course. But don't go far. Take advantage of the land in front of the house" her husband suggested. 

That's the beginning of the face why Mother Jihan can open a store and Ciya really likes cakes made by her mother. 

****

"Na, what's wrong with you? Not good, huh?" Her mommy asked because Ciya suddenly fell silent after she ate the cake. 

"Ah, good for my. I just remember the same Mother," he said. 

After Ciya said that, Mommy and her Daddy looked at each other. 

"Would you like to meet Mother?" When her Mommy offers that, of course Ciya is surprised and also happy. 

"Can I?" ask Ciya expectantly. 

"We have a discussion first. Fear Mother you also do not want something to happen to you. So then we'll see the bad good first" replied his Daddy. 

Ciya nodded. Although only a few percent of the expectations he had, but at least there was hope. 

"I go to the room first, yes" said Ciya. 

Mommy and Daddy are always confused if faced with Ciya like this. 

Not that they don't allow it, they also know that if there is in the position of Ciya must be heavy. 

But what else if his Mother just leave the girl to them. 

They of course had to wholeheartedly take care of Ciya in order for the girl to live well. 

"Where is Dad?" Often Javier also comes to think hard about this. 

He also often becomes a tranquilizer for Ciya so that the girl is stronger to withstand the longing for her mother. 

"You calm him down first. Talk well with him. Let Daddy talk to his mother" said the man. 

Javier nodded and immediately stepped towards the girl's room right across from his room. 

"Na" called Javier after he was at Ciya's doorstep. The girl was called Bryonna there. 

With no answer, Javier calls Ciya and knocks on the door. 

"Gue can't come in?" javier asked, fearing that the girl would not give him permission. 

"Hm. Just go in, not locked," replied Ciya from the inside. 

That means Javier has got the green light to get into Ciya's room. 

Ciya who was sitting at her study table turned towards the door when it opened. 

"Why?" ask her slowly.