The Primadona Malam

Life is Forward, Not Backward!

Natasha hastened her pace. A little more, he was almost at the front of the gate. However, suddenly the security guard in his house immediately locked the gate. Uuh, this must have been papa, complained Natasha in her heart.

"Open!"

Natasha gave the order. However, Mang Karman did not want to open it.

"Ma-sorry, Non. Mamang just carry out the orders of the master only," said Mang Karman while closing his hands.

"Huf! Again the command of the arrogant master was obeyed," snorted Natasha annoyed.

"Come, Son. We'll talk carefully inside the house," Karen's gentle request as soon as she arrives in front of her son.

"What's the talk again, Ma? Just yesterday afternoon the same mom promised never to do what makes Tasya not feel at home here, but why are you even arguing again in front of Tasya?" luh Tasya, shrewd.

"Papa's sorry, son." Suddenly Brama was standing next to his wife.

"Sorrying is easy, Pa. But Tasya is bored if every time you make a mistake, just enough apologies come out of your lips. At least, in addition to the word sorry, try to change little by little," said Natasya.

"All right, we're talking about all this inside the house. Come on!" brama continued while blocking his son's wrist.

Inevitably, Natasha also followed the footsteps of the father.

"Sit down!" pinta Brama once arrived at the living room.

Natasha according. He then threw his ass over the sofa. Both hands are folded over the chest. His lips still continue to cone with the look of the face that looks increasingly wry.

"Papa apologizes if Papa's attitude makes you not feel at home in this house. However, one thing you need to know. The character was innate, and it was very difficult to change. You yourself know whose blood is flowing in Papa's body, right? So it is natural that Papa has a high enough tone of speech. Because Papa was raised in a TNI family," said Brama.

Natasha quiet. Even though he was born into a military family, that doesn't mean he has to shout as he pleases, right? natasha's grumble in her heart.

"Alright, Son. Now ... what we have to do so you can forgive our mistakes" Karen said.

"Let Tasya go to college!" natasya.

"What?!" sahut Karen and Brama.

"But why do we have to?" added Karen.

"Yes, Son. Why choose Jogja? Isn't Jakarta and its surroundings scattered universities everywhere? You just choose which one. UIs, Trisakti, Atmajaya? You just pick one of them, son," said Brama.

"No, Pa. Tasha wants to have experience. So let Tasya continue his education in Jogja," pinta Natasya.

"But it's too far away, son. Where do you want to live there? We don't have any brothers living in the area" Karen continued.

"Tasya can stay at his grandfather Ahsan's house," replied Natasya who made both of his parents dumbfounded instantly.

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Not wanting to get too late in his thoughts about what the helper's job was, finally after changing clothes, Niram then went to the kitchen. Yura's right. Life continues on. Although Niram was unable to forget the bad events in his life. However, Niram could not possibly stand idly by in this house. At the very least, he still had a true helper like Yura.

Arriving in the kitchen, Niram began to open the refrigerator. He saw some kind of food stuff in the fridge. A second later, Niram picked up the instant food. The plan, Niram wants to make fried rice for their breakfast misfortune.

A few minutes passed. Yura squirmed her body as her sense of smell smelled the scent that made her saliva drip. Instantly, Yura's stomach was rumbling when the aroma of the aromas that arouse the appetite, entered into a burst in both holes of her sense of smell.

"Uuh, from the scent I smell, it seems like this cuisine will taste delicious," muttered Yura, blinking her eyes.

Yura's forehead wrinkled as the fragrance smelled from the kitchen of her house. Yura grabbed the sleeping kimono that was draped on the bed dashboard. After wearing it, Yura went to the kitchen.

The closer it got, the stronger the smell. In fact, now the sound of a fusion between a spatula and a frying pan is increasingly heard. Yura was getting curious. He then poked his head behind the kitchen door.

"Nurricane!" yura screeched, "why are you here?" continued.

Niram turned his head when someone called his name. A second later, he turned his gaze when he found out who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

Not getting an answer from her new friend, Yura swung a step into the kitchen. He took some water and approached Niram.

"What's the cook, Nir?" ask Yura.

Niram. "Fried rice, Ma'am," said Niram.

Yura who saw the appearance of fried rice made by Niram, immediately felt more hungry.

"It's still a while, Nir?" asked Yura who seemed to be impatient to taste the fried rice made by Niram.

"A little while more, Ma'am. Go ahead, just sit there!" Show Niram at a dining table.

"Ready!" sahut Yura raised her right hand and placed her fingertips on the right temple.

Niram smiled faintly at the behavior of his new friend.

After feeling his rice was ripe, Niram lifted it from the top of the frying pan. He divided the fried rice into two parts.

"This is for Mbak," said Niram while offering a plate that was filled with fried rice made.

"Still, Nir," said Yura, taking the plate that Niram had proffered.

"Together" replied Niram.

"Well, let's eat together!" bring Yura.

Niram poured the remaining fried rice from inside the pan onto his plate. After storing the dirty frying pan on the sink, Niram sat down opposite Yura. A second later, they ate together.

"Gue seneng you have started to rise, Nir," said Yura, opening the conversation.

"I mean Ma'am?" asked Niram not understand.

"I mean, you've started getting out of bed and preparing breakfast in the kitchen. For me, that's a pretty good development. Considering what has happened to you, it is not a sepe– event"

"Sir, can we change the subject? Honestly, I don't want to remember that incident anymore" Niram said, cutting out Yura's sentence.

"Good idea" Yura said, "it is useless to talk about the past, the most important thing now, is the future. Because life is moving forward, not backward!" yura yuhan said in flames.

Niram just smiled wryly in response to Yura's remark.

"Yes, Ma'am really. Life goes on, not backwards. There is no point in continuing to lament the bad luck that has befallen us" continued Niram.

Yura raised both her thumbs. The omen agreed with his new friend's argument.

"Gue likes your style!" yura said, rolling one eye toward Niram.