The charm of Vegetable Kang

Dinner

"Ready, Honey?" mama asked, from the door of Anyala's room. The girl did not close it, so she felt she had to prepare quickly.

"Start, Ma."

Anyala put down the hair dye, and then set herself in the mirror once again. Just to make sure that her appearance is beautiful and neat.

The cream-colored midi dress intersects V-neck, with small flowers motifs in dark blue, wrapped the body as high as 173 cm. Anyala matched the dress with a pair of white sneakers. Contrast with its brownish-colored calves.

"C'mon, Sweetheart!"

"Well, Ma."

Anyala immediately turned away from the mirror, taking a quick step. Approaching the mother.

"You look stunning," praised Mama, for the appearance of her daughter. Anyala's face looked fresh with the help of the cream blush that she had smeared with her fingers a few minutes earlier. Pulses of lipgloss peach make his lips appear more contained.

"Corn, Ma."

They both left. This time, she decided to drive her favorite Mini Cooper. Tonight is a special night for my mom. Not long ago, the woman received news that her old friend had just moved to Bekasi. 

Thanks to help from Papa, Mama was able to get the woman's contact. They also gave each other news, before finally making a pact to meet.

"Who are your friends who moved here?" ask Anyala curious.

"Friends Junior Mama first. Name, Hesti. Oh, he also has a girl of Anya's age, you know. Who knows you could be friends."

"Oh, yes, Ma."

"Where is Anya's school?"

"Good, Ma. Anya's good value, really."

"Preserve on, Anya. Don't embarrass Mama and Papa, yeah. Anya knows, Anya's our only hope."

"Yes, Ma."

Anya looked outside. Seeing the lights as if walking backwards. Street lights reflected in the river water along the way. For a moment, Anyala wanted to drift in her current. Lost, in a dark loneliness.

"We're here, baby."

Mama parked the car in the basement. The woman rubbed Anyala's head before they came down.

"Where's Anyala's pretty face?"

Anyala answered the question with a smile and a warm look. Until anytime, Anyala will be the pride of Mama and Papa with her beauty and intelligence.

"Anyala, this is Aunt Hesti, Mama's old friend," Mama said.

Anyala shook the woman's hand. He looks simple. His round face with the darkest hair, made Aunt Hesti look motherly. Unlike my mom, who often looks amazing. For dinner with old friends only, Mama prepares special clothes. A long, boxed evening dress featuring a neck and a portion of the chest. Where the diamond necklace used by Mama became very elegant.

People say, things can be bought. However, the personal tastes and styles of each person cannot be duplicated. Even if imitated, it will only be an imitation.

Next to Aunt Hesti stood a girl who managed to dampen Anyala's smile instantly.

"This is Queena, Auntie's son."

"Queena?"

The feeling of surprise and disbelief made Anyala raise her voice when calling Queena.

"You know each other?" search Aunt Hesti.

"Eumh, we're one school, Auntie," answered Anyala hesitantly. Now he is beginning to overcome anxiety.

"It's not just one school, we're one class."

Queena finally said her first sentence in front of Anyala and her mother. The girl sounded quite confident, but seemed indifferent and cold.

"Well! Really coincidence. His mother used to go to school. I don't think it's his kids now!"

Mom sounded very excited when she said it. Foster with fertile feelings of anxiety in Anyala's heart. Anxious, afraid, worried. What if they knew what Anyala did to Queena at school?

"You're healthy, now, Hes."

"Yes, Nir. Thank you for trying to find me."

The two women hugged each other and then kissed the right and left cheeks. Like an old friend who has not met.

"Come, we'll eat."

While walking into a restaurant serving Korean food, Queena kept her cool. While her familiar mother even walked in the company of old friends, she kept her distance from Anyala.

Although they are now with adults, Queena is convinced that Anyala is a completely unexpected human being. Ever since her move to school a while ago, the girl seemed to be emitting a dark aura.

Queena still remembered how Anyala immediately looked at her with a dislike expression. Queena even thought that Anyala was afraid of losing competitiveness with him. Or, could he be afraid of losing his fans?

The four of them ate while talking. Exactly who was chatting was Hesti with Mama. Anyala had almost trouble swallowing her food. She was afraid that Queena would open her mouth and reveal everything. However, what happened was that the girl remained silent and ate without interest.

For a moment, Anyala felt sorry for Queena. How the girl who for some time had worried about her will dim her popularity, it is very inversely proportional to all that.

As of this moment, Queena looks nothing like someone who is going to have dinner outside. The girl was wearing only a wretched looking milk chocolate t-shirt and an A-line intersecting denim skirt. Makes his body look much bigger than it really is.

Queena also doesn't wear any jewelry. Her hair was only tied up using a black-colored scrunchy.

Don't say anything, cried out Anyala's heart which she hoped Queena could understand.

After eating, Mama took everyone shopping for a while. However, Aunt Hesti refused, she wanted to go home soon.

"Maybe next time, yeah, Nir. Thank you, for dinner."

"Well, what a pity, Hes. We'll meet for a minute."

"Yes, tomorrow the kids are not off. Let them learn. Oh, yes, Anyala," call Aunt Hesti, make any heartburn instantly.

"Yes, Auntie?"

"Where are you going to be in the bell? You see, Queena hasn't bimbel since moving here."

"Rubber? Oh, Anyala never came, Auntie."

"Oh, that. Kirain's coming."

"Actually, I told you Anyala for the bimbel, Hes. But his son did not want to. Even so his grades in school are always the best, really."

"Great, yes, Anyala. Not far from you, Nir. Yeah, well, if that's what we say first."

Nesti and Queena stayed away. Meanwhile, Anyala who is still controlled by fear remains silent.

"You want to buy something, honey?"

Anyala shook her head weakly. He wants to go home soon, maybe also lock the door to his room and hope to never see Aunt Hesti again.

"Ma, can you ask me something?"

Mama who was focusing on the highway also answered him casually.

"Ask, sweetie."

"What ... used to be, Mama was familiar with Aunt Hesti?"

"Not really."

"Oh."

"Why, Honey?"

"No, Ma. Just ... Anya is less like Queena. Eeeum, same Aunt Hesti as well."

"so."

Anyala looked back outside. He was overwhelmed with feelings of despair. Maybe, he will disappoint Mama because he can not be friends with Queena as expected Mama and Aunt Hesti.

"Sorry that Anya, can't get along with them, Ma. Not now, or tomorrow," said Anyala. He did not want his relationship with Queena to improve. Nnnnope. Especially if you have to humble yourself, apologize to the girl.

"Haha! Who would hope so? Mama's just kidding, honey."

"I mean Mama?" tanya Anyala spilled overflowing curiosity.

"Mama even hates Hesti. But now, Mama was happy to see him so. Apparently, he has no taste. You just see the appearance of those people who are fighting. Murat was tired and the signs of aging that appeared on Hesti's face, he deserved it."

"Ma?"

"Then you take a clean shower. Change shirt. Don't let their poor virus infect us" said Mama firmly.

Anyala realized, from earlier Mama was just pretending. If he knew, he would feel more comfortable. Now, after knowing the truth, Anyala even had plans to prank Queena.

She smiled at Mama who did the same.

"Mama just wants to know how her life is right now. Apparently, Hesti isn't much better than Nirmala."

Both giggle. The journey home was so much fun.