THAT TASTE EXISTS

PROLOGUE: MY FAMILY

My name is Vania Princess Rajasa, I am an only child. People say I am beautiful, my skin is white, my height is 157cm. I'm now in 3rd grade High School.

Papaku, Hendra Rajasa, rector of one of the famous private universities in Surabaya.

Papa is a strict, disciplined, warm, responsible person, very dear to me and my mom. At the age of five heads, my papa was still handsome and dashing.

My mother, Hesti Darmawan, used to be an English teacher, but since I was born, she doesn't work anymore. Now the profession of mom housewife.

Mama is a calm, gentle and patient woman. Mama's face is beautiful, her skin is white, mama's eyes are very shady, make the heart calm. Papa said, mama used to be the prima donna of campus, many guys who approached mama, even then papa had to compete with 5 guys at once to get mama.

Hard struggle, make papa love die with mom. Mama also loved papa very much, because mama knew so persistent papa's efforts at that time to get mama. Every time they looked, I could see a loving look.

I never saw my parents fight. They never yelled, beat or said anything rude to me. It could be said that I have a dream parent, a harmonious family. We live well. Less what try....? I'm sure there must be a lot of people who are just like me.

I have a foster parent, Mami Heni, my sister. Mami Heni's husband's name is Papi Ricky. They've been married a long time but still don't have children, that's why I was made their adopted son.

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EPISODE 1

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Sunday morning, I ran around my housing complex in the morning. This is my routine every Sunday.

After sweating, I decided to go home.

"Mom.., papa.... Beautiful Vania has come home. ", I shouted while entering the house.

I knew that this morning my mother would be in the kitchen again and my father would accompany her by sitting at the dinner table reading the newspaper.

Papa deliberately designed our house with the concept of an open kitchen that became one with the dining room. The reason is so that papa can accompany mama who is busy in the kitchen, even though papa never helped mama cook. So sweet.....

"Hey..honey", greet your mother while still cooking. I hugged my mom from behind and kissed her cheeks. Mom smiled as she stroked my head.

"Vania... You've hugged it, you're dry, you smell, you haven't had a bath" said Papa, trying to take off my arms.

"Pa, this Vania remembers papa's message, if we as a family must share each other in everything. Now Vania has a lot of sweat for her to papa", I sit down laughing.

Mama followed up laughing, "Nyesel papa is talking to you if you accept it like this", replied papa while pretending to be angry.

"Cie cie.. angry cie. ", I went back to papa, I was struggling spoiled in his arms, "sorry yes, pa... Vania joking. Vania Iaaa the same papa". I kiss papa's cheek.

"You know you're joking" said Papa, stroking my head.

"Come on. shower game, Van.biar seger... After that we have breakfast. Mama's cooking is almost done" said mama.

"Okay, Vania take a shower first. Yea.... Don't miss, yeah ! Just for a minute," I said.

Papa Sama mama chuckles while shaking her head. "Mama's son tuh.

"Papa's son too!", said the mother with a smile.

I laughed as I ran to the bathroom.

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