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The Abah Kayaat family

"You what?"

Mama Ira's voice stops the dispute between Candra and Rati.

"It's nothing ma." Answer Candra.

"Flame...."

"Yes, Ma?"

"Hmmm, is Anara your boyfriend?" Candra replied with a nod.

"Willfully looking for something similar?" The Rati question sounds like an allusion.

"Where can. Yeah, I like it fitting so much."

Somehow Candra did not accept if Anara equated with Anjani. Though in hindsight, wasn't the beginning of their closeness really because Candra judged the two women to be similar?

For Candra, she has moved on from Anjani. In her heart, Anara is one. Even Anara is more everything.

If in the past Rati did not like Anjani because it was excessive and spoiled. So now his only sister should not put the same attitude to Anara.

"He asked to come here?"

"No mama. I brought him. I want him to know our family."

"Aren't you playing around anymore?" Mama Ira's eyes grew in disbelief.

"What did I ever play around with?"

"Do you know his family?" Candra was silent not answering.

Mama Ira's question made Candra trouble swallowing saliva. Yeah, she's never even been to her boyfriend's house. Ahh, why so stupid?

"If you're serious, yes you should know the family he also dong!"

This time Mama Ira opened a long and wide lecture session without welcome. Rati who witnessed firsthand how her mother gave a lot of encouragement and advice to her brother, agreed and occasionally glanced at Candra while holding back laughter.

Get ready your ears curly mas! Haha

The talk ended when I got home. Someone who with the news of pain made Candra go home without a second thought. At least Candra's relieved. His brother just caught a cold, he was healthy and even worked.

Candra kissed the back of her brother's hand. The man with a thin sideburn that had partly turned white was now tightly hugging his son. They are both similar, high-positioned, brown eyes, and clean skin. Just a different generation.

"Until what time, Djat?" Ask Abah Kayaat.

"Till the house around 11, Bah."

"Oh, yes. Djata's coming home with a friend, Bah." Mama Ira took off her husband's suit and tie.

"Who? Bryan surely?"

Because it's common, where there's Candra, there's Bryan. They are like Alfamart and Indomaret. Close to each other. 😂😂😂

"Not abaaa. It's a girl." Rati's explanation made Abah Kayaat squinted in wonder.

"Women?"

"Yes abah, beautiful exactly Kak ... Anjani's. But, said Mas Djata. Bedea. It's more independent. I really don't believe it. Surely this one also can not be different in pepper the same coriander. Haha." Rati's laughter made Candra glare.

"Husses. Girls don't laugh!" Mama Ira warned me. Rati was shaking her lips.

Sukurin. You know yourself.

"Who, Djat?" Ask Abah Kayaat.

"Name as Anara, Bah. One college with Djata."

"Daughter? What temen?" Ask Abah Kayaat to the point.

Seen Abah Kayaat nodded. The Candra family is an open-minded family, one of the many modern families on earth. Most importantly for my brother and mother, their two children always remember God, respect others, and have the principle of life.

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After sunset, Mama Ira prepared dinner in the kitchen. But, tonight the consumption personnel increased by one. Anara helped Mama Ira prepare dinner.

It was forbidden, but Anara kept following her heart. Perhaps the way the Javanese and Balikpapan cook is different. It can add knowledge from there.

Usually Mama Ira is helped by Bu Asih. Dabble in the kitchen if you really want to. And tonight, he doesn't want to. He smiled when he knew his sister's boyfriend was also sprightly in the kitchen.

It is also true, said Mas Djata, can be considered.

Ms. Asih is the one who helps Mama Ira every day. Cooking, sweeping, mopping, and washing clothes. After washing dishes and other dinnerware, Bu Asih will go home and come back the next day. That's what's happened in almost 10 years.

Every morning, Mr. Slamet as a family driver with his wife, Bu Asih will come to help the family of Abah Kayaat. Abah Kayaat is deliberately not looking for workers who have to stay at home, that is a principle.

The family of Abah Kayaat. Other people should not stay too long in his house, not good for family harmony. They are more free to spend the night with the nuclear family, with no other ears to hear or other eyes to see their habits.

Dinner is already on the table, all have gathered to immediately eat dishes together. Anara is seen sitting next to Djata. They were still waiting for the head of the family who was receiving a call from a co-worker.

"It has. Let's pray! May this food be blessed. Amen." The voice of Abah Kayaat who was sitting in one of the chairs.

Then they all prayed and began to take the plate filling it with food. No sound, only occasionally heard the sound of a spoon or fork clashing with a plate.

The Candra family apparently ate well beneeer.

After finishing dinner solemnly. A glass of water was gently steered by Abah Kayaat. They began to speak and Abah Kayaat opened the conversation. The atmosphere gradually relaxed not as stiff as when dinner last night.

"I'm Kayaat. Just call me!" The sentence was addressed to Anara.

The woman who wore jeans with long-sleeved gray shirts did not forget to mention her name when the man's hand in front of her stretched out.

"Anara, Bah." Nodding.

That's what Rati said. Paras Anara if stared at for a long time turns out to be similar to Anjani. It's just that Anara's nose is a little more pointed with a mole there and her clear eyes are able to hypnotize.

It's only fitting that Djata likes it. The taste of my son is a champion.

Abah Kayaat is actually more fittingly called om. His style is still like a young child with a thin sideburns that will make people who do not know him think that he has not had children the age of Candra and Rati.

Pun, Mama Ira. Socialite mother type with curly hair hanging brown burgundy still looks so charming. His eye bags were almost invisible. It is certain that he is a group of women who are diligent in doing treatment.

"One campus is the same as Djata?"

"Yes, Bah. One major too."

"Hmmm ... original Kediri yes?"

"Yes." Yeah." Again Anara nodded.

"If Djata's mother was Klaten. Hm ... Klaten same Kediri is far away, Ma?"

"Far away. Klaten is next to Jogja. Kediri in East Java. About 6 hours drive maybe."

"Oh so. Understandably, abah rarely to Java. If you go to Java, you have never been to Kediri. Uh, but in Kediri isn't there a big cigarette company?"

"Rubber, Bah. In the kediri."

"Near from there your house?"

"Far away, I'm in South Kediri, Bah."

"Oh that's it. You can play there sometime. Let's know Kediri." Abah Kayaat.

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