
"Assalamu'alaikum! You're home!"parman said as usual. Always excited and stay excited even though it has been working all day.
"Wa'alaikumus salam,"that three women from inside the house who always make the tiredness of Mr. Parman so lost.
"Eh, the other father's daughter came home too" said Mr. Parman when he saw Ayana. The three women then one by one greet Mr. Parman.
"Sir, how are you?"ayana asked smiling sweetly at the middle-aged man whom she had already considered as her own father.
"Well, you are healthy" said Mr. Parman, smiling, patting Ayana's head softly. I don't know why Mr. Parman was relieved when he saw Ayana was fine. Maybe because Mr. Parman already considers Ayana like his own daughter.
"What did you bring?"ask Wulan while reaching for the plastic bag that Mr. Parman brought.
"It smells like putu cake, nih," said Bu Lastri who smelled the fragrant aroma of the cake brought by Mr. Parman.
"Mother's kiss is really sharp" said Mr. Parman chuckling. Then sit down with the three women who started taking the cake.
"Mr glad to see you're okay. From yesterday we were very worried because we did not know about your news," said Mr. Parman honestly.
"Sorry, sir, mom, Wulan. Because I've made you guys worry. I don't know where my phone was yesterday. Want to call you guys, I don't memorize Wulan's number. I want to come here also there is no chance," said Ayana who is not entirely lying, but also not entirely honest.
Ayana did not memorize Wulan's phone number, therefore could not contact Wulan. But not having the opportunity to visit the family is a lie. The truth is Ayana is still traumatized to get out of the house because of the incident back then. Even just now Ayana was still frightened when passing through the gate of the village where Dimas contracted, as well as the village where he lived now.
"Yes, it's okay. The important thing is that you're okay" said Bu Lastri stroking Ayana's head. Ayana smiled softly at Miss Lastri.
"You're gonna stay here again, aren't you, Ay?"wulan asked while chewing her food.
"Sorry, Lan! I can't stay here anymore" Ayana said bowed sighing heavily.
Where might Ayana live with Pak Parman's family again, while he did not have the money to help buy vegetables or groceries for Pak Parman's family. While Ayana knows that the Wulan family lives simply. The motor used by Mr. Parman is an old motorcycle. While the motor used by Wulan is also only a second matic motor.
Mr. Parman's income is three million a month assisted by Mr. Lastri who sometimes wash and rub clothes neighbors. How could Ayana add to the burden of the family by staying with them without giving anything. That's what Ayana had in mind.
"Why? Did your parents not let you stay here?"tanya Wulan looks sad, as well as Miss Lastri and Mr. Parman.
"I learned to live independently with my two brothers. My brother works and I'm at home cleaning, cleaning and cooking like you taught me. Thanks, yes, Mom! During my time here, my mother taught me many things. What you taught me yesterday, now is very useful to me," said Ayana smiling brightly while holding the hand of Bu Lastri.
"Thank God! I feel happy if what you teach can be useful to you," said Bu Lastri smiled gently at Ayana. Shrugging Ayana's head with a hark feeling.
"So now you don't live with your parents anymore, Ay?"ask Mr. Parman.
"No, Sir. I don't want to live with them anymore. They never cared about me. I'm glad to be staying here with you. But I want to learn to live independently with my sister" Ayana said.
If asked to choose to live in the family of Mr. Parman or with Dimas and Toyib, in fact Ayana could not choose. Because Ayana feels just as comfortable living with the family of Mr. Parman and Dimas and Toyib. But the consideration is, if he lives with the family of Mr. Parman then he will add to the burden of this family.
Whereas if living with Dimas and Toyib, they are mutually beneficial. Dimas and Toyib felt helped because Ayana always cleaned the house and cooked for both so they did not have to tire of cleaning and cooking.And she got a place to stay while still being able to continue school. Mutually beneficial, right?
"Thank you, father, mother, Wulan," said Ayana full of haru and happy,"Mother, can I not ask for a recipe mother's cooking?"tanya Ayana hesitated.
"Of course I can. What cooking recipe? I'll give you the recipe. I also want a cake recipe. I can make a little cake" said Bu Lastri with a smile on her lips.
"Thank you, Mom!"said Ayana while hugging Bu Lastri full of happiness.
"Yes, already. Let's cook for dinner!"said Bu Lastri staring at Wulan and Ayana alternately.
"Ready! Proceed, mom!"said Ayana and Wulan compact while paying respect to Bu Lastri. Then they all laughed together.
"Yes, already. You guys are cooking good. You want to take a bath to be fragrant," said Mr. Parman then rose from his seat.
"Duutts"
When he woke up from his seat, Mr. Parman suddenly farted.
"Mr!"yelled Bu Lastri, Wulan, and Ayana at the same time directly closing their noses.
"Sorry! Release!"shouted Mr. Parman who immediately fled, did not want in the three women.
In the evening, the four of them ate together as before. After dinner, Ayana asked Bu Lastri for a recipe. Ayana also recorded several kinds of cooking recipes known to Bu Lastri. Bu Lastri also teaches how to cook different ingredients and the duration of cooking. Ayana was very happy, while Wulan also listened to what her mother taught Ayana.
"Ay, are you happy to be living with your sister?"asked Wulan when they had entered the room. Still worried about Ayana.
"I'm happy, really. Especially when I saw them eating the food I was cooking. It felt like all my fatigue was gone," Ayana replied with a smile on her lips.
"It seems like you're really happy living with your brother. I don't seem to have to worry about you anymore" said Wulan who felt excessive worrying about her best friend.
"Thank you for worrying about me!"ayan hugged Wulan.
"Are you going to be yesterday often?"asked Wulan to break their arms.
"Will I try. As long as my sister allows it, I'll come here" said Ayana still with a smile on her lips.
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To be continued