Star Clarissa

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His gaze examined every corner of the house he was entering. Still the same as when he visited during the sixth grade of elementary school. Dinda pulled her daughter's suitcase and she put it near the stairs.

"Will I take a break?"

Clarissa let go of her researching gaze turned to look at the mother. "Later ma, Ica want to take a look."

"This house hasn't changed at all, your grandmother and grandfather must have let it go like this." Nod Clarissa without looking at Dinda, she still stared at the photos on the wall. "Looks like the Stars are busy, huh?"

"Hm.." Clarissa did not want to respond too long for Star reasons, she did not want her mother to look disappointed because her brother did not take the time to visit even for a while.

"Why not ask Kanya?"

Clarissa looked at her mother. "Mr Sunday night, she still struggles with the same approach of men she likes."

"Why aren't Ica's nights weekly, too?"

"Why use tanya, Ica is here to meet mama because she misses."

"Where is the same approach of the Son? meet every day there must be progress dong?" Clarissa pursed her lips, she walked over to Dinda and hugged tightly. "Why is that pouting?"

"What's cooking mom?"

Dinda pinched Clarissa's cheek in a fit of anxiety. "Duhh, ngalihin's talking."

"He doesn't like to talk about his son, Mama." He put his head on his mother's shoulders. "He's a bitch, not like Ica's shadow if deket same him."

"But he still remains the driver of your cells stop moving, right?" Looking at her daughter, Clarissa seemed to think. The son is still a person who is able to make himself only focused on the man completely, even his body is always difficult to move if the Son had touched him. "I'maikannn."

Clarissa whined to hear her mother wake herself up again about the Son.

"Yes. But Ica here it misses mom, doesn't want to talk about her." His eyes sound upset. Especially considering he did not have time to say goodbye to Putra because of the rush to the station was delivered by Kanya.

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Her cheeks continued to expand, Clarissa did not expect that her mother would cook so much.

"Why do you cook so much??" he swallowed the food in his mouth. "Although Ica is sparse but this is how Ica runs out."

"Mama doesn't want to know," he replied when he put pieces of fruit on the table, Dinda went back to the shelf to reach for a glass and she poured chocolate milk and she brewed it using hot water. "If it doesn't run out, then we wrap it up and we share it with the neighbors, huh??"

Clarissa nodded still by chewing the roasted chicken.

"It's really like mom's cooking." Reveal it after swallowing.

"Mommy's cooking a lot, surely at Adietama's house you don't find the taste you make, yakan?"

Clarissa nodded. "Chef Aldo always cooks outside specialties, Ica does not like."

Dinda sighed and looked at the pear she was holding to put in the refrigerator. "Tante Anita never cooks alone, you know she's busy."

"May also busy, but still had time to help bi Siti cook in the kitchen." His response.

"Yes indeed, but not as busy as Aunt Anita, baby. More he takes care of about the Hospital, right? mama just came and checked on the patient," Dinda stood and sat near Clarissa, rubbing the ketchup on her daughter's cheek that was fluffy because she was feeding her mouth too much. "You remember the same Oji didn't? your little friend on vacation here."

"No." Without looking at her mother.

"Yes, it's only the son you remember."

"Oh mama what the hell, why discuss the Son continues from earlier." Dinda just smiled every time Clarissa responded to his words with a sentence that sounded annoyed. But still, Clarissa's cheeks had met red holding her mother's ledge. "Oji who the hell?"

"You forgot? His son is a vegetable seller, now he works in a cattle farm, mama always buy the factory's processed milk every day. Just yesterday you, you remember." The story with passion. "If in the afternoon he went around selling vegetables his parents were quite fresh, later he was called if he stopped by here."

"Yes." Yeah."

After the meal, Clarissa cleaned the dinner table and washed the dishes of her former meal. Her mother had already returned to work and asked her to rest when she asked to come along.

Clarissa sat in her room balcony, all the views of the village look refreshing even with the blistering weather. He sat in his chair hugging his knees, forgetting his mother's order to rest perhaps he felt tired from going by the carriage. His phone rang with a special notification for a four-member group.

Kanya Dealova's

I swear, who is

haven't seen the post

The son must see

now!!!

Delisa Andira

I'm so, bad!!

The real son has

girlfriend dong (╥_╥)

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^??^^^

Delisa Andira

Ca, you should see.

Another instagram game

the Son.

Clarissa's brows furrowed, what made the two friends excited, but she paused to open the application meant by her friends when the group notification came in again.

Alvina Anggraini

Crazy sigh,,,

Mampus deh which

wishing the Son.

Btw, I'm not a stranger

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^Kuku????^^^

Alvina Anggraini

Clay Ca, Ca,

a really rame..

Delisa Andira

I also stumble

feel like who

that's his nails.

Kanya Dealova's

Is it just me who

feel it Ica nails!!

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^My nails? this means ^^

^^^what the hell?^^^

Kanya Dealova's

Bego lo Ca, though,

SEE IT IG PUTRA, Anjiir.

Clarissa only sighed softly, she opened the app her friends were referring to, and her eyes were perfectly rounded when she saw her main home screen showing Putra's upload.

"It's......."

Again Clarissa sighed, the second time the man had uploaded a photo of her, without her permission. His smile expands when he reads the caption.

His group notification clinks again, making Clarissa rush to open it.

Kanya Dealova's

Have you seen Ca?

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^Udah.^^^

Alvina Anggraini

Not really foreign, right??

Kanya Dealova's

It's Ica...

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^Sok tau!!!^^^

He answered with a faint smile and looked at the ten fingers he had painted before going to see his mother. His personal message notification reads, showing a pop-up screen that reads 'Silver'. Clarissa opened it immediately.

Son R. Adietama

Already arrived?

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^Udah.^^^

Son R. Adietama

When home?

^^Clarissa F. Adams^^^^^

^^^Gue new aja nyampe,^^^

^^^^^^^

^^^when to go home? ^^^

The message was no longer reciprocated, and his head peeked when he heard a call from the main door downstairs. Clarissa stood and walked over to the fence, a man in gray shorts and a black T-shirt that looked faded.

"Assynolt...."

Clarissa was still silent, she answered only the greetings in her heart, repeatedly the man said the greetings and Clarissa was still silent. He doesn't recognize who it is, what if he's a bad guy who happens to know that this house only lives alone.

"Ehhh.... Have you come???" Clarissa looked down again, her mother walking towards the house with a fluffy smile.

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