THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)

48. Like bees without flowers, dryness~

Sera said she agreed to ask her father anything. But he has his own opinion.

There were some things he could not ask directly.

For example, as now.

“If your Mama is no more, Papaamu why?” sera asked the curious Khalis at the hour drawing them. He had never had his second figure in a single moment.

If he asked his Papa this, how could he possibly be answered? Sera knew that her Papa had never been married.

Khalia, who was inscribing red on the ceiling on her drawing paper, paused for a moment and thought.

“Hmm.” she then give green color in tree before reply. “Gimana, yes. My brother always looked sad when there was no Ummi. Stacked dirty clothes, messy house.”

“You don't exist.. ART?”

“...Oh, there's the hell. But don't know why Abi looks so ugly if there's no Ummi?” khalia said frowning. His face was dull, his beard unguided, every morning waking up in a mess. Khalia did not want to be embraced by Abi at all.

“Oh, my Daddy is also the same.” said David who joined the tour from when. In art lessons this time they draw and color in the Art room. With a carpet and a small table, the children sat down.

I don't know since when David's little table was sliding near them.

“Daddy my super lebay. He cried every time Mommy called. Say that life is miserable without Mommy. Though it was clear he was happy to be fishing all day without being loved by Mommy.” said David with a clear insult in his sentence.

“This is called natural. My Daddy can't live without my Mommy. Your ashes can't live without your Ummi. If left a day is still normal.”

“Then a week? A month? A year?” ask Sera.

David looked at Sera with a look of pity, feeling that Sera did not know this world.

“If my Daddy used to be left for a year, it means my Daddy does not love Mommy.” said David firmly while incising orange on his rocket. “If I have someone I love and love, I don't want to split for a second,”

David has a reflection of his harmonious parents. Seeing his parents happy every day and always spreading shame in front of his children, David dreamed he would be like that too.

The topic rotates there for a while before jumping into the language lessons that have always been problematic. The next lesson is the language lessons. It's harder than English. Kids are always interested in new things.

Sera listened in silence and continued her image. He drew a tall tree and a small flower on the side. Others just saw that picture, just a picture of a regular plant, was,

Sera thinks her Papa is like this tree. Stand up straight, protect her who is only a small flower.

“....” should he draw a tree again? Protecting small flowers is not difficult at all for this tall and large tree.

But maybe this big tree is lonely? He's not sure exactly. His papa looks fine without the figure of 'Mama' by his side? Papa's always neat, always handsome, always great.

But adults lie a lot. Sera cannot see only from one side.

Sera thought seriously while finishing her drawing. Until the lesson was over, he still did not find a solution to his problem.

After school that day, Sera receives a letter from Abima. Without changing her uniform, the little girl immediately moved to the study table and opened the letter impatiently.

[Hi Sera, my dear friend.

It's always hot here, but if it's cold. Sometimes I want to go back and not be here.

But I can talk to you, I'm not sad anymore, hehe.

This is my new pet cat.

I have a lot of friends here.

But I miss you.

You are the one I like the most.]

Sera read slowly. One page is filled with pleasantries and various topics. Inside the envelope was a photo of a kitten called Abima.

Sera then had an idea. He could try asking Abima.

The little girl prepared a paper and pen to write a reply. After the first line,

[To Abima, the friend I love.]

Sera stop.

Waiting for a reply three days later seemed too long. Sera had no patience for questions this time.

The little girl opened her phone. In addition to a smartwatch, he has his own cell phone.

He opened the chat room and typed.

- I got your letter.

Before long, the reply came.

Abima temen: Really? Hehe, I'm waiting for your reply.

Sera: I want nanya dong

Abima temen: ask what

Sera: At home there's only me with Papa. You think my Papa needs a Mama, don't you?

this time the reply came a bit long.

Abima temen: I think. But if your dad is happy without Mama, then don't.

Abima had heard about the situation at Sera's house, and that Sera only had a Papa.

But Abima knew that Sera's Papa was great. Not far off with Abima's papa, it's.

Abima Temen: but do you want to have a new mom?

Sera: I'm okay. What matters is my Papa.

Abima temen: hm... did you have a mother? Your dad is great, so many people want to be your mama.

Sera: but I don't like girls who are close to my Papa.

Sera recalled the incident yesterday when she saw Deanita. Uh, that brother looks good. But Sera doesn't like the baby she's with.

Reading that answer, Sera immediately fell into a limp.

Also true. Let Sera alone choose.

Suddenly the problem that seemed unresolved became as light as dust.

Sera: thank you, hehe.

Abima theme: yes hehe. The letter was written, yes.

Sera: okay.

Sera ended the conversation and started writing letters. This time with a light feeling.

***

Mutual met at the cafe according to the time of the agreement with Deanita. The cafe is not yet open, and has just finished renovations, with one barista. Completely new and no staff at all.

Deanita was already waiting outside the cafe when Reksa arrived. The two sat down and started chatting lightly.

Mutual feel that it does not matter if the two become friends.

“Where lately?” tanya Reksa after the barista delivers coffee to their table.

“Hm. good. I staget to the police station too but the problem lingga extended and immediately in the place of.” Deanita himself was shocked when the man's family said it would not prolong the problem. The woman did not know that the internet was already busy talking about the man. If this matter were to be extended, they would only be a joke of the masses.

Deanita herself felt that these few days were quite calm. He had an intuition that this thing, Mutual did. But because Mutual did not bring up the topic, Deanita also did not intend to open it.

But in his heart he was grateful.

“I call... Bu Dea?” the word Reksa is a bit awkward.

“Em, panggi me Deanita aja.” says Deanita fast.

“Oke, if so you can call me Reksa.”

“Oke, Mutual.”

both of them left the formalities and spoke more casually.

“As you can see, this cafe is still completely new. I think you understand more custom in this region.” this cafe is located also not far from the house Deanita.

Making Deanita the manager in this place, sounds like too haphazard. However, Deanita has no expertise in this field. But her experience working part-time gave Deanita a bit of a picture. And from the beginning, Muta did not build this cafe to make a profit.

“Okay, I understand a few things.” Deanita appreciates Reksa's views and feels amazed when Reksa explains more deeply. The two talked for a while.

“What about dimsum? Make a cafe like this dimsum suitable next to drinks and dessert. The portions are small and can be a snack as well.”

“OK, so just take patissier, cook and waiter?”

“Create dimsum we take a frozen, how?” deanita. Dimsum will not be an authentic cafe dish. Dimsum frozen is not really frozen. Only they won't make it themselves.

“OK, later let me find.” Mutual nods.

“I have an acquaintance, um, he converted and he made dimsum too, how about to him aja?”

“Oh?” Reksa did not refuse and handed directly to Deanita. “Then you take care?”

“Bos, don't worry. I understand clearly the importance of this.” said Deanita with eyes radiating a smile.

Mutual was fascinated for a moment but instantly realized.

“Why add another small menu?” their target is for the lower middle, so the price and dishes are adjusted.

“You just take care of it. Later I send an assistant to help you here for a while.” said Reksa briefly.

The two talked for a long time.

“For decoration, can I add?”

“What kind of decoration?”

“Although not everyone celebrates, I want to add to the atmosphere of the lantern festival in a special cafe next month.” They decided to operate the cafe next month.

“Secuitnya aja.” says Reksa. He doesn't understand the culture in this area.

“Then I start today aja.” said Deanita.

"Mal is near here there are selling equipment and decor equipment."

Muta glanced at the clock and seeing that it was already afternoon, she had to return to the office to finish the pending work.

“All of you I take there aja.” said Reksa.

Both of them went down and went into one of the malls selling decorations. In the face of the mall, Reksa met an old acquaintance.

“Teacher Irna?” Mutual exclaimed unexpectedly.

After Sera moved schools, the two almost never connected again. Mutual noticed Guru Irna's appearance which was clearly different from before. Now Guru Irna is wearing a breastplate hijab. His teaching nature is getting softer and more visible. Super pangling's looking at it.

“Oh? Sera's papa?”

But before they could exchange any chatter, a man appeared and hugged Teacher Irna's shoulder. The ring on his ring finger sparkled under the light.

The man looked at Reksa full of suspicion and hostility. Without saying anything, he immediately pulled Teacher Irna in the opposite direction. The movement seemed a little pushy and he could see the discomfort in Teacher Irna.

Mutual frowned but eventually exhaled a long breath. He did not expect that Teacher Irna was married. Their relationship seemed close enough for her to be able to attend the wedding, right?

“Pak Mutual?”

“Oh, yes.” The mutual instantly forgot the brief meeting earlier. “I'm sorry I can't accompany shopping.”

“Bos no need to worry.” says Deanita full of jokes. The two split up and Mutual returned to his office.

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