The Exchanged Princess

call Dad

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Laughter was heard from the dining room. Nisa could only listen while smiling faintly. He does not understand his feelings at this time. The treatment of Mr. Adisurya disturbed the other side in his heart.

Meanwhile in the dining room...

"We haven't been here in a long time, Rika. The last time we celebrated Ehan's second birthday was with Agas" Rianti said.

"Yes, right. Long time," said Rika.

"Mas Adi anyway, if invited here like not to. There is a reason," delik Rianti spoiled.

Adisurya just smiled thinly. Ask them to start eating. He hides his feelings. There are too many memories in this place. Memories he only has.

***

In the silence of the night with a very cold breeze. Annisa was stunned from a dream in her sleep. Staring blankly at the ceiling of the room in his current place.

What dream is this? How could he dream of his late mother in this place.

Oh God, forgive Nisa. For not being able to keep the promise of a pilgrimage to mother's grave yesterday. Al fatiha...

Nisa muttered the recitation of Al-Fatiha's letter intended for her late mother. His dream felt very real, as if he had experienced it.

The next morning after the dawn prayer, Nisa was about to help Bi Marni clean the room in the Villa.

"Han, help aunty at Villa yuk."

"You just go there. It's aunt's job, I don't want to. Here I will only do as the madam ordered. It's cold anyway, I'm going to sleep again." Delikikik while fixing the position of the blanket.

Nisa can't say anything. He walked out of the room and into the villa. The air is very cold, but fresh to breathe.

"Good morning, Neng," said Mang Dayat.

"Good morning, Mang. Wow, that's a lot of chicken. Nisa can come and eat, Mang?"

"Don't, Neng. It will smell."

"Yes, Emang. What's that chicken, Mang? It's so big, it's so small. Funny," show Annisa.

"That's a turkey, Neng. That little chicken kate."

"The egg is big too, Mang?"

"The eggs are big too, Neng. Neng Nisa wants to?"

"No, Nisa doesn't like eggs very much." Legally.

"Oh yeah? Same dong."

Annisa flinched and immediately turned her head towards the voice.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Mang. The more chickens."

"Yes, Sir. That's the kate you once brought is still there." Legally.

Nisa felt awkward when she had to listen to Mr. Adisurya's chat with Mang Dayat. He was about to pass, but had just turned around, his intention being stalled by Adisurya's question.

"Where are you going, son?"

"You go to the villa, sir. Want to help auntie," said Nisa slowly.

"We're feeding yuk fish." Bring along.

With doubt Nisa welcomed Adisurya's helping hand. The man grabbed her shoulder and took her walking towards the fish pond.

Smiling Mang Dayat followed with the sack of feed he carried. Put the sack on one side, then give the little dipper to the master.

"Look yes, look at it..."

"Wanna try? The one over there hasn't."

Nisa receives a dipper from Adisurya. The man pulled the sack to one side of the other.

"Be careful, Nisa. Watch your steps, if you're whining you can get mixed up." His word.

"Later Nisa's supposed to feed ya, sir." Slothfully.

"Yes, it could be bad. It's big and fierce if you're hungry."

"Hehe..."

Nisa started stocking the feed with the dipper she was holding. He was again amazed by the large number of fish.

A lot of it, can be for people one village. His inner.

"Nisa, call me 'father' yes. Don't 'master'," Adisurya's pinta suddenly.

Nisa looked at him with a surprised look. Daddy's? Right too, foster father. It's because he's the master's adopted son.

"Good, Sir. Uh, Dad. Hehe..."

"Sip. Don't think too much about your mother's attitude. He's a bit judes, but he's actually good." Evidently.

"Mother? I mean, Madam huh?"

"Yes. You can call my wife 'mom', mama can too. Call Ehan with a 'brother' call'. If Dita, yes Dita aja. You're the same age."

"But, Madam said..."

Nisa's sentence stopped. His sister wrapped the scarf she had worn around Annisa's neck.

"Into the yuk. We drink warm. Wash your hands there."

Adisurya did not seem to expect any rebuttal from Annisa. After washing his hands, he re-embraced the child's shoulders as if he wanted to reduce the cold he felt. He also rubbed his palms on Nisa's palms.

"It is very cold, yes" said Adisurya slowly as if intended for himself.

"It was cold in the village. Nisa's used to it, Dad."

"really?"

"Yes," nods Nisa.

Adisurya gently rubbed the top of Nisa's head and asked to be served breakfast to Bi Marni who he met at the doorstep.

The atmosphere of the villa was still very quiet. Adisurya invited Nisa to sit in the fireplace room. That man had already lit it.

"How about it, warm right?"

"Yes, warm. The legs are big, yes, if you have a mother in a small village." Plain language.

"Your mother has one too?"

"Yes, Dad. To cook," said Nisa while blushing.

"Not using a gas stove?"

"No. There is also no use. Gas's expensive. So just use firewood," said Nisa with her head bowed.

Instantly the haru taste burst into Adisurya's heart. The other side in his heart felt the pain of hearing Annisa's words. He rubbed the head of the girl again.

"Now you're living with Dad. You can ask me anything, son." Said slowly.

Nisa just smiled faintly as she said, "Thank you."

Without them noticing, there was a pair of eyes from upstairs paying attention. Staring fixedly with frowns as if his mind was filled with questions.

"What is their relationship?" Mumbled.

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