Steps Connect

She's Different

At exactly 09.40 WITA, the plane carrying Candra and Anara had landed at Sepinggan airport, Balikpapan. The car that picked up the two is now heading towards Candra's house.

During the flight, Anara's hand never let go of Candra's arm. Fear was clearly reflected by the look on her tense face and Candra only held back from laughing at her frightened woman.

"My cousin's still ringing." Said Anara who was leaning her head on the car seat.

"Normal again." Candra smile.

"We went back to Malang on a boat!"

It seems like Anara really did not like her first flying experience.

"Related?"

"Why? That's what it's like."

"It could be longer, An."

"Hmmm ... how many hours?"

"Three days." Candra hinted at her three fingers.

"Haah? Very long."

"Yes, not if the weather's bad. Could be a week." Anara shook her head.

"No, I'm spending my UAS holiday on camps at sea."

The car they were riding in had stopped in front of a large house with a slick wooden fence. Candra came down followed by Anara who was busy paying attention around.

Lamin House typical of Kalimantan you do not find in the house of Candra. Same is the case with typical Javanese Joglo house that began rarely found in its own land.

"It turns out that it is not much different in Java. I thought in Borneo it was still like a forest, a custom home."

"Yes, but maybe on the other side. Here, development is very rapid, An."

A long-haired girl who saw the arrival of Candra and Anara immediately shouted to her mother.

"Mamaaaa ... Mas Djata's home." The girl immediately ran to hug the person called Mas Djata earlier.

"As-salam-nausea-kuuum." Candra's sharp gaze made the girl roll her eyes lazily.

"Assynolajet. Uh ... He shouldn't be the one who said that?"

"Wasn't that?"

"Hadeeeh, waalaikumussalaaaam." The girl answered the greeting she had also said herself.

The girl's eyes then looked at Anara who was beside Candra, from toe to toe with a questioning look. Anara who felt uncomfortable immediately nudged Candra's arm.

"Eh, yes, know this Brother Anara."

Anara extended her hand to the girl. However, the girl still had not returned a helping hand. His eyes still exposed the beautiful woman in front of him.

So similar.

"Woi!"

Candra waved her hand in front of the girl's face and still had no response.

"Ratiiiiii!!"

"Eh, i-yeah. Yes, I'm Rati."

Candra's voice resuscitated her sister along with the exit of a woman about 45 years from inside the house.

"Data ....."

"Mama."

Candra kissed the back of her mother's hand and continued a short hug to release a mother's longing to the child who was in the region.

"Mama misses you."

"Yes ma, I'm also a big kangeeen with mama."

"Where did you miss mama? Looks like you're at home in Java." Mama Ira said then her gaze turned to Anara.

"This?"

The woman looked at Anara like when Rati looked at her earlier, Anara immediately reached out to grab the back of her hand and kissed her.

"I'm Anara, aunt."

"Oh, yes An-ara. I'm Ira, Djata's mother."

Oh, so at home call him Djata. Anara smiled sweetly.

"Welcome to our home. Come on come on in! You must be tired." Mama Ira led them, more precisely leading Anara to enter the living room.

Both suitcases have been put into the house by the driver who was picked up at the airport.

"Rati! Let's make you a drink!" Tell Mama Ira to her daughter. Without a word, Rati had already walked away from the living room.

Apparently Mama Ira is a native Javanese woman, she is from Klaten and moved to Kalimantan along with her husband, Abah Kayaat.

"Where are you laughing, An?"

"I'm Kediri, aunt."

"Oh, East Java, huh?" Anara nodded politely.

"Where's it, Ma?" Candra remembered her sick brother.

"You work, Djata." Candra and Anara were both stunned.

Said sick?

"Don't mom say you're sick? Vomiting?"

"Yes, right. Get in the wind."

"O Allah maaaaaa." Candra patted her eel while holding back a laugh.

"Why indeed?" Mama Ira was confused.

"I think the pain is up to it."

"Goddessa Djata. So you came home because of that?" Candra nodded.

"Not because I miss my mom?" Mama Ira's voice was made as if disappointed.

"Lost too, maa .. but I've been too worried. Why didn't you tell me you were in the wind?"

"Where does mama know that you think of him to his side. But, it's okay too. If not, you might not go home." Mama Ira poked her lips.

Rati comes up with a tray containing four cups of tea and one plate of plain mantau cake. The girl smiled kindly at Anara, she placed the teacup on the table and got late in the warm conversation of the four.

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It was late afternoon, the clock pointed to the number three in the afternoon local time. Anara was resting in the guest room when Rati and Candra were in the side yard of the house.

Tech

The sound of a glass filled with cold melon juice put by Rati became a serious conversation starter this afternoon.

"Maas ....." Candra turned to the navy-shirted girl in front of her.

"What?" Gulp Candra.

The two of them are brothers as usual, often fighting when close together. But, look for each other when the other is not visible to the eye.

"It's very similar to Anjani."

"Huss, don't be so loud!" Candra puts her index finger on her lips.

"Why can't you be loud?" Rati's voice was even made firmer than before.

"Rath!!" Candra's gaze was sharp and Rati put her lips together.

"Don't call me Rat! It's like a big rat." The umpteenth time Rati protested the call and the umpteenth time Candra did not press her.

"Why is crus called? It's your name Rat."

"Ck, it's Mas Djata don't ngalihin topic!"

"Where does it look like, Rat?" Candra kept teasing her sister.

"Your face. The face. Don't pretend! Also don't call me Rat!" It seemed that Rati was already very upset.

"A little doang, but different. It's more independent."

"Times?" Candra nodded then drank Rati's juice.

"Deh's habit."

"How's originals? Can I wear my own clothes or shoes?" Ledek Rati's.

Rati remembered her sister's boyfriend who died in the accident. According to him, Anjani was right. He did not like Anjani, he considered his brother's late girlfriend was so spoiled that making tea alone could not.

Moreover, distinguish pepper with coriander. How are you doing?

"Raaat." Candra's eyes glared sharply.

"If the mandiri macem, SD child can also mas." Rati chuckles.

"Anara is different, she's not the rich type of woman ....." Candra's sentence paused.

"Who's kayak? Anjani?" Rati likes to tease her brother. This time tell Candra to land on Rati's head.

"Aduuuuh, yes. I screamed this. If necessary until the girl friend knows." Rati smiled cunningly to her brother.

"You what?" Suddenly the voice had echoed, making the brothers who had been at odds with each other now look at the same person.

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