The Love of Alika

Eps 5's

Alika only mangosteen heard Nadia's explanation at length. He looked back at the guy more closely. He looked very tall, so it was only natural that he was chosen as the captain of the basketball team. But baby boy se-perfect he has a bad habit that makes the minus value.

“Gosh! I said ngalor ngidul lo even bengong!” Nadia surprised Alika who was pensive to look at Lian.

“Kok like I've met him?”

“Masa? Meet where lo?”

“Gue is not sure either. But make me face a guy really-no stranger. I'm surprised, if I see him how I become the same keinget David huh?”

“Udah do not need to start again. I am so grateful to see you begin to enjoy life. No need to flash back.”

Alika did not comment on Nadia. He was still trying to guess what his heart was thinking. Why is there something so weird about that guy.

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“Alika home!” alika shouted as soon as she reached the living room of her house that looked lonely. It seems like all the residents of the house are out. Instead of feeling lonely, Alika was relieved. Because when his mood is deteriorating he prefers to be alone in a quiet place without any interference from anyone. Even the flies would become his enemies if they made noise around Alika.

Alika rushed towards her room which was upstairs. After reaching the room, the girl threw her bag on the table and lay on the bed, which immediately smelled her favorite softener. Makes her feelings a little better.

Slowly the drowsiness immediately came to Alika. While closing her eyes, Alika tried to recall the look on the face of the man who threw the ball at her this morning. The guy was indeed insolent, but somehow just the first meeting the guy had looked at Alika with a dislike look. Maybe even hate. But they have never known them at all.

Alika sighed while opening her eyes. As hard as he thought, the answer he expected did not also appear in his mind. That only made him more frustrated.

TOK !! TOK !!!

There was a knock from outside Alika's bedroom door. Apparently he's not home alone. Destroyed was his plan to meditate at home.

Alika lazily dragged her feet towards the door. When the door opened there was a middle-aged fat woman standing in front of her room carrying a tray filled with a glass of chocolate milk and bread with her favorite jam.

“Pas home from the Mbok Min warung garage the house has been closed. That means Non Alika's car is already inside.”

“Continue why Mbok Min bring milk chocolate equal bread here?”

“Non Alika's favorite fried chicken is still on the table, so Simbok is sure that Non Alika must go straight to the room. Usually, every time Non Alika went home from school to the dinner table,” Mbok Min stopped for a moment to look at the face of his employer's child who looked gloomy and pale.

“Why, Non? Non Alika no problem in school?”

Alika was stunned to hear the question of her compassionate and attentive maid. Mbok Min has been working with his parents for almost 20 years. The woman who always showed her motherly figure was the one who had been nurturing Alika.

Alika is the only child in the family. He has no brother or sister. But with Mbok Min who always patiently care for him, Alika never felt lonely. This eventually made Alika become spoiled and childish.

Since childhood Alika has been used to get special treatment from both parents. Everything he wanted he always got easily. Even Mbok Min also treats Alika like his own child.

Therefore, Mbok Min is one of the people who understand and understand the nature of the young lady. Mbok Min seems to have gained his own inner bond with Alika. Every girl was plagued with problems Mbok Min always responded and understood the mood of Alika.

“Not a Mbok problem, there are only children who disturb the mind of Alika,” replied the employer while taking a tray from the hands of Mbok Min.

Mbok Min nodded. He did not ask for further details, as as close as possible to the family of his employer Mbok Min did not want to interfere in any personal matters of the family members. 

“Ya already, Non Alika rest only. Go to the kitchen first. Cook for dinner. Non Alika want to be cooked what?”

“Nevent to Mbok. Alika again males eat.” Alika's voice sounded lethargic and raucous.

“But that one must be finished,” firmly Mbok Min while pointing the contents of the tray that Alika brought.

“Iya Mbok, thanks.”