The Secret With Bad Boy

Dinner

That afternoon, Kala actually took Kinanti to his house, for the first time. A very large house with a large yard. Carvings in gold on both poles of the terrace of the house, as if affirming the magnificence of the house that Kala lived with his mother and the servants. The front page is also very spacious with a shady and cool atmosphere, making Kinanti can breathe fresh air for free.

"Come in" asked Kala who held onto Kinanti's hand.

"Yes," Kinanti followed Kala's steps, climbing the steps to the terrace of Kala's house.

The door of the house slowly opened and someone appeared from behind the big door. It was Bertha who was so excited to welcome Kinanti after the servant told her there was a beautiful girl brought home by Kala.

“Kinan! Aduuuhh aunty really cool Kinan finally played here." Bertha hugged the girl tightly. Her sad face was now looking very happy.

"Aunty said sick? How's it going now?" Kinanti was delighted to see Bertha's welcome to her.

Bertha let go of her embrace and held onto Kinanti's hand tightly. "As Kinan saw, auntie is fine. Kinan how are you?" The woman looked at Kinanti fondly.

"You're good too, Tan." Look at the smile of a very sweet Kinti.

"Thank God." He gently rubbed his shoulder. "Yes, let's go in." The woman immediately invited Kinanti in.

“Jeez, Mom forgot that her daughter was me.” Kala shook his head not understanding. Only Kinanti was greeted and embraced by her mother while Kala was ignored.

Passing through several spacious rooms and Kinanti's eyes were dazzled by the entire house Kala is very spacious again arranged this. Comfortable sofa sets, luxurious lights hanging on the ceiling of the room, crystal cabinets neatly lined up, as well as family photos attached to the wall, so interesting to note. Bertha took Kinanti to the back garden, where she used to spend her time. He invited her to sit in his favorite caravan. He clasped Kinanti's hand and occasionally hugged her again.

“Yeah, auntie is very fond of Kinan play here. Kirain aunt Kala boong time said Kinan can play here after the exam is finished.” Look, the woman's embrace is very tight on Kinanti.

“Iya aunt, sorry that Kinan just played here. The test just finished today, so only now deh Kinan find aunt.” Kinanti was indeed very sweet, making Kala smile anxiously to pay attention to the interaction of the girl with her mother.

"Yeah, it's okay. What matters is that Kinan is healthy. That's all that matters." Bertha rubbed Kinanti's head fondly.

"Don't you forget the same thing?" Kala spoke to make her mother look at her.

"No. Kala's favorite of Mamah. But Mamah wants to talk to Kinan first, can't she?" The woman rubbed Kala's cheek with affection.

"Yes, please continue." Kala smiled wryly. He sat on one of the benches and looked at the two women who looked compact. It turns out Bertha kept her promise that she would love her lover. His attitude towards Kinanti was always very sweet. That made Kala relieved.

"What sick aunt? Kala said high aunt fever, until forty degrees." Kinanti showed the same concern for the woman before him.

“Iyaa, but now it's better. This is just a catch in the wind doang same kecapean, because a few days ago aunty maxain came home from outside the city. Aunty forgot that aunty is getting old.” The very spirit of Bertha talking to Kinanti, like her fever last night had completely subsided.

“Thank God that aunt has improved. If aunty gets in the wind, aunty can drink ginger stew. Keep putting your feet in warm water. Definitely enakan.” Kinanti gave advice.

“Oh yes?” The woman looked at Kinanti curiously.

“Iya, tan. Kinanti never came home camping in the wind. Same father made ginger boiled water, keep his feet pressed with warm water. So yummy. Dry body but continue to segeran, not fresh anymore. Aunty wants Kinan to make his holy water?” haggar Kinanti later.

“Mau dong... but not nerepotin right?” Only with Kinanti Bertha can sulk, Kala to hold back her smile to see the mother's behavior.

“Ngak dong, not ngerepotin at all.”

“Okey, if you don't have any nicotine, let's go to the kitchen. Ajarin aunty how to make it, so that if aunty does not feel well do not have to take drugs continue.” This is Mama Bertha's spirit.

“Iya tan,”

“Kinan nginep right here? Aunty no friends about.” Bertha again sulked making Kala laugh amusedly. Bertha immediately hit her son's arm so as not to laugh at him.

“Em, Kinan has not prepared any aunt. It's not okay now, is it?” Kinanti tried to resist subtly.

“What preparation? If the problem of changing clothes, auntie has a change of clothes for Kinan. I've been talking, we're talking between girls. During this time no aunt chat, because chat with Kala not fun.” Bertha snorted at her son who was rarely at home.

“Now I say I'm not happy there's Kinan. Yesterday who mamah confide who if not Kala?” The handsome teenager began to protest.

“Ssttt, Kal! Let Kinannya want to nginep. You don't be noisy.” Bertha asked Kala to be quiet.

“Hah, mode!” ledek Kala's. “Aduh aduhhhhh!” There was a pinch gift from her mother because this teenager was teasing her.

“Iya Nan, you just need to. You must nenangin Mamah. If not, then I will be pinched continuously.” Kala persuaded Kinanti.

Kinanti chuckled anxiously at the behavior of this mother and child. “Iyaa, I'm nginep.” Kinanti finally collapsed.

“Yyeaaayy!!” Bertha jumped up in excitement and immediately hugged Kinanti tightly. It was indeed like this the figure of his real mother, not the gloomy woman that Kala had seen for the past year. Kala smiled relieved to see the joy in this house. Kinanti had brought back a bertha laugh that had been rarely heard.

The joy was carried over until dinner. Bertha asked her servant to cook a nice meal to entertain Kinanti. The table was full of dinner. Kinanti to be confused should eat with which side dish. There were usually only three side dishes, at most at his dining table. But this time it was very big.

“Kinan likes ducks? This duck is delicious lo, aunty use Chinese-style recipes that. Cobain deh.” Bertha brought a large plate of processed duck closer to Kinanti.

“Oh yes aunt, thank you.” Kinanti happily took it. He tasted it and it tasted really good.

“Where, like?” Kinant's response was highly anticipated by Bertha.

“Enak aunty, Kinan likes.” Kinanti answered honestly.

“Waahh, it turns out our appetite is the same. If it's Kala, like to eat fish. Unfortunately, he does not like foods made from nuts such as tofu and tempe.” Bertha excitedly told Kinanti her son's favorite food.

Kinanti immediately turned to look at the coughed Kala. How could Kala not like the soy couple when in his home Kala always greedy eating tofu and tempeh?

“She also does not like spicy food, so eat a little bit of pedes directly cough. Drink, nak.” Bertha thrust a glass of mineral water at Kala and made Kinanti even more astonished. Because while at his house Kala really liked the sauce made by Lukman even though the teenager ate to sweat because of the piquancy. Kala did not dare to look at Kinanti, because surely the girl was wondering.

“Goodnight,” A firm and big voice was heard greeting the three people who were enjoying their dinner. They compactly stopped and turned to a male figure who was none other than Yudhistira. The man smiled at the three people who were looking at him in shock.

“You guys are eating. Please proceed. I will wait in the family room,” said the man awkwardly.

The three people were silent, lyrically intertwined and confused. “Mamah ngundang him too?” Kala curious.

“No, Mamah did not mention him. Contact person is Mamah block.” Bertha firmly chimed in. It's like young people if they're upset playing block, hahahaha…

When not chiming in, his appetite suddenly disappeared. If only he could not remember the Chinatown before him, he would have left the table and left the house far away, so far away that Yudhishthira could not find it.

Why do men come home these nights?

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