The Secret With Bad Boy

Morning visit

This morning, Kala had arrived at Kinanti's house earlier than usual. Not only that, this teenager also came by car because he brought food supplies. Kinanti who opened the door gawked in shock at the arrival of Kala this early. Though usually he had to call Kala so that the teenager wanted to wake up. It was very difficult, had to be several times. Then this morning, how could Kala be this independent?

“Pagi.” When greeting first, his face looks fresh with a smile expands and shows his dimples.

“Again,” sahut Kinanti. The young girl looked at the clock on the wall and it was only half six in the morning. He was still in his pajamas and was just about to prepare breakfast.

“I'm in. I've brought breakfast, so you don't have to cook.” Entering the house with spirit. Passing through Kinanti who was still staring at the door and did not hold it. In his hand Kala brought a challenger of food that did not know what it contained.

“Come. Prepare this for breakfast.” Kala called out to Kinanti who was still in shock.

“What time do you wake up, Kal?” Kinanti looked at Kala in confusion. He approached a young boy who was busy trying to open the bushel he was carrying.

“Hour half five in the morning,” sahut lightly. “I don't know how, Kinan. Please help me.” He gave up and gave the bushel to Kinanti.

Kinanti did not chimed in, she only looked at Kala while her hand was trying to open the rantang link. I still don't understand what my friend is doing.

“Okey, enough. Now go get ready, let me prepare all this food.” Kala flips Kinanti's body to the stairs and pushes her away. Kinanti turned her head the teenager, “Udah, went there. Later we can mishap.” Kala shook his hand to drive Kinanti away so that he immediately continued his steps towards the room.

Though in doubt, Kinanti finally complied. He still had to take a shower because he had just returned from the vegetable stall behind his house. On the middle rung of the stairs, Kinanti stopped her steps. He looked at the busy Kala himself in the kitchen, picked up some cutlery and put on an apron. Funny thinks.

“What dream was he last night?” Kinanti was confused himself. But he realized, not Kala name if it does not make Kinanti confused.

“Wah, what's this smell? How delicious is it?” Lukman who just came out of the room, smelled the delicious aroma of the cuisine that was being prepared Kala.

“Morning, Om,” greet the teenager. In his hand he still holds a vegetable spoon to move vegetables to where they should be.

“Pagi. How about, how about even ngerepotin nak Kala?” Lukman looked up at the stairs, his daughter yet to come down while Kala was seen busy with cutlery in her hands and some spilled drops of soup water.

“Kinan get ready first Om. Om sit down first, let's have breakfast.” A bowl of fish soup was placed by Kala in front of Lukman.

“Wah, who is this cooking, the cooking smells so good?” Lukman smelled the food in front of him.

“Who else if not mba at home, Om.” Kala smiled happily, because it seemed like Lukman liked the food he brought.

“Waduh, so ngerepotin dong.” Lukman with his uncomfortable feelings.

“No Dong Om. Kan usually Kala who take breakfast the same dinner here, Kala would like to entertain Om the same Kinanti as well. Next time, we eat directly at Kala's house huh, Om.” The teenager reasoned. He wanted to make sure Lukman ate well.

“Thank you, Om really like the food,” Lukman said with full seriousness.

“Sama-sama Om. Please Om eat first, I think Kinan also briefly again also down.” So often he comes to this house, Kala to know his best friend's daily schedule including the clock Kinanti out of his room.

“Okey, this food is very fragrant. I can't wait to try.” Lukman scooped up his food a little and it turned out to taste really good. His numb tongue had improved and was so happy that Bosa felt this delicious taste.

“Nak Kala sit down, we eat together. Kinan justin aja nyusul.” Lukman patted the chair beside him, for Kala to sit down.

"Ready, Om." Kala took off his apron and immediately sat down beside Lukman. They started their breakfast delicious.

Not long after, Kinanti came down with her clothes neat. He sat in his place looking at Kala and Lukman who seemed to enjoy their breakfast.

“Eat, Son. The soup is delicious. Later I will learn to make fish soup kayak gini, taste savory and not smell fishy at all. You must like.” Lukman immediately thrust out a plate for Kinanti.

“Iya Father.” Kinanti happily enjoyed her breakfast while watching Kala and Lukman. Sometimes the two people seemed to talk casually and laugh for trivial things. Kala is getting better at finding topics to talk with Lukman until the atmosphere becomes very lively. I could only smile at the beautiful sight this morning.

After school, Lukman decided to go to the office. He was ready to sit behind the wheel and heat the engine of his car.

“Om, today it's good to use an online taxi because the road to Om's office will be jammed. Pegel really later,” instigated Kala when approaching Lukman in his car.

“What's wrong? There is another demo, huh?” Lukman looked at Kala curious because some days he did not go to the office so he did not know what the condition of the road to his office.

“There is a perforated road patching, it will definitely be quite jammed.” Kala reasoned. He did not want Lukman to be tired from driving alone. If he offered to be inter and his goal is the hospital, it is certain Lukman will reject him.

“Oh. Yes, if so, try to take a taxi online. Teach Om how to message.” Lukman thrust his phone at Kala.

“Reject aja, it must be from a stranger. Ordinary, like loan money, credit cards, win quizzes or cheats for whatever reason. Uda, do not be served mending reject aja.” Lukman.

Kala also complied with Lukman's orders, without Kala knowing that the number was a nurse number that reminded the therapy schedule for Lukman. The inter-messaging application is installed, Kala immediately showed it.

“This is Om, later Om just enter the address you want Om to go here. Name of the school Kinan. Tuh, show up, right? Umpah click add, just appeared the estimated time until, distance, the amount of fare the same road conditions stuck or not,” explained Kala while showing how the application works.

“Oh yes, Om understand. Here, let Om enter the office address.” Lukman immediately asked for his phone. Kala gave it to him. Really he wanted to see what address Lukman typed but the man hid it.

“Okey, he said again the driver came. Simple as well, thanks Kal.” Lukman patted Kala on the shoulder with gratitude.

Kala just smiled as he looked closely at Lukman who then got off his car.

“Loh, Dad's not going to the office?” ask Kinanti when he saw Lukman get off his car again and put the car keys in the house.

“Dad want to take a taxi online, said Kala afraid of traffic jams.” Lukman looks so carefree.

“Tumben, usually Dad has no problem with stuck.” Kinanti stared in disbelief at the father.

“Macet not only makes you tired physically, but also mentally. If you take an online taxi, the jam time can we use to refresh the body and rest.” Kala gave the reason.

“Bene! Om is now old, want a simple-simple aja.” Lukman chimed in.

“Kompak really the answer, mutual yes-yes only. I think Kala increasingly understand Father and Kinanti so there is a rival to watch out for Dad.” Kinanti closed her side while pursing her lips in annoyance.

“Hahahha. There is no rival term. You two are both dear Daddy with a portion of each. So, don't be jealous. Okay?” Lukman tried to comfort his daughter. He rubbed the child's head lovingly.

“Denger tuh.” Kala poked Kinanti's big nose.

“Ish Kala! Habit, later I sneeze,” protests Kinanti while shaking off Kala's hand.

“No, my hands are clean. Fragrant again. Try just kiss.” Kala put his wide hand on Kinanti's nose.

“Iiihhh, Aayaahh. Now!” Kinanti was upset by herself while Lukman and Kala just laughed. Stabbing Kinanti to a spoiled whine alone can make them laugh.

Not long after, the long-awaited online taxi arrived. “Udah, Dad left first yes. Careful streets. Kal, don't ask Kinanti.” Order Lukman while patting Kinanti on the shoulder.

“Each Om!” Kala did a brief salute.

“Dad left, Son. Don't worry if you come home late, because maybe your work in the office will be quite a lot. If you don't answer the phone, it's because you're busy. Don't think of anything.” Lukman looked at his daughter with worry.

“Iya Father. Don't be too tired. Do not forget lunch and exercise thin-thin, do not sit directly in the chair,” message Kinanti.

“Definitely. Bye, Dad's leaving.” Lukman waved his hand at Kinanti and Kala then boarded the car feeling calm. Finally there is a solution so that he is not exhausted on the way.

“Kal, lately, I really worry a lot, same Dad. I don't think Dad's too healthy. His gaze is often empty and often daydreams to himself while looking at the photo of mother.” Waving his hand at Lukman, Kinanti revealed her uneasiness.

“Yes, maybe he again misses Mom. What if we take your dad for a walk this weekend? No need to go far, the important thing can be quality time and look for refreshment,” Kala advice.

“Wah great idea tuh. I'm looking for akh reference tourist attractions that are tight-knit but exciting.” Kinanti jumped in excitement.

“Bby, but we're on the way huh. Afraid misfortune. Today you have olmpiade staging, right?” Kala tried to remind me.

“Eh yes, thankfully you ingetin. Yes, yes, yuk!”

“Lock first the door.” When pulling the Kinanti bag so as not to move.

“Hehehe, yes forgot.” Kinanti only chuckled and was returned with a smile by Kala. A smile filled with worry both on Kinanti and Lukman.

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