THE SMITH'S (A Sequel Of Not Just Friends)
PART 189S
❄ DREA OH DREA ❄
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Soekarno International Airport – Hatta, Tangerang, Indonesia
Alvaren Aditama Smith. My dear brother has arrived in Indonesia. Smiling faintly as he nodded his head slightly at each cabin crew in the First Class of the commercial aircraft
boarded. There were only two people in the First Class on the Varen Airline. Varen and a guy who looks like an entrepreneur, but Varen doesn't care.
Although it became easier going since college, but he remained cool as ever since he was small. Not much to say, do not want to know the affairs of people and do not talk much other than with his family or friends – friends who can also be counted with fingers.
Although Varen got the best place on the plane, but still travel for approximately twenty-five hours in the air makes the muscles feel less comfortable now. Although the service from the Airline feels quite comfortable and professional in the First Class even far exclusive from business class.
Varen has been greeted by two Airline crew members since the moment he got off the plane and was immediately escorted to the Premium Lounge for First Class passengers. Airline crews already know who the – young men in their First Class Airline are, because the crew of the plane who served in First Class will find out everything about the – people who are in First Class of the plane.
Although Varen and one passenger in First Class get a complimentary special breakfast in the Premium Lounge because the aircraft from the Airline that Varen boarded until the morning of local time, but Varen immediately asked for a car to drive him immediately to his family's Main Residence in Jakarta.
Want to hunt – to meet the Little Star who was sulking at him. Varen is waiting for the car he ordered
come, while also asking a crew to exchange American Dollar cash to Rupiah.
“Here, Sir. (This, Mr ).” The airline crew gave Varen a very thick white envelope.
Varen accepted it by putting a faint smile on the crew. “Thanks.”
“You might be want to count it first, sir, the .. (Maybe you want to count first, sir. Kur.. ).”
“No, I trust you. (No, I trust you). I think you won’t be dishonest to your client don’t you?. (I don't think you'll be dishonest to your clients, will you? ).” Varen said with a thin smile but a flat tone, in his sitting pose that seemed authoritative, even though he was wearing casual clothes, with a backpack that he was carrying on one of his shoulders.
“I’ll do my best to serve our client, Sir. (I do my best to serve our clients, Mr ).” Said the Airline Crew who asked for help by Varen to exchange his American Dollar in Money Changer.
“Here. (It's ).”
“Please, don’t be necessary, Sir (I'm sorry, Sir, but it feels like it doesn't need ).”
“Take. I don’t accept any reference. ( Take. I don't accept any rejections ).” Said Varen
give a red rupiah sheet with a fairly large amount for a tip.
In the end, the Airline crew was willing to receive tips from Varen who was quite able to make the wallet thick while bowing respectfully.
“Thank you, Mister Alvarend Aditama Smith. (Thank you, Mr. Alvarend Aditama Smith ).” Say the Airline crew with his genteel.
Yes, the man has already pocketed Varen's personal data, which he got from the flight cabin crew that served Varen during his mid-air journey. Laki – this young man is the Main Heir of two families in two countries.
It's just that the Airline crew including the pilot and his co-pilot are a little surprised, why young people with wealth
infinity it's boarding a commercial airline? He definitely has a private jet, right?.
Even one of his fathers had a private aircraft manufacturing company in Italy. I don't know, super rich people are free. Maybe he's tired of boarding a private jet, they think they hit Varen.
Varen then stood up immediately after the rental car came, and the crew of the airline immediately drove him to the car. As much as possible to give a good impression on young people, who look relaxed with a tight daleman shirt wrapped in buttons that are deliberately opened all, and arms that are folded up to the elbow.
Simple, but the Daleman T-shirt the price can buy one standard matic motorbike in Indonesia.
Ah, othor aja ampe butut the motor metik one – only kaga replaced – replace. (Sian Beut the Othor).
Varen was already in a rental car provided by a special service party from the airline
varen used it. And the car was already moving at a moderate speed which then the driver was told to increase the speed, when road conditions allow.
‘Little Star went to school today?. Do I need to call the Dads and Moms?. Ah let me just surprise Drea.’
Varen muttered inwardly, but still left his phone inside his backpack, which he
turn off during the trip in the air.
‘Ck!. I forgot to bring Drea something.’ His grunts are in the heart because hunting – rush departing from Massachusetts to Indonesia gegara son Thanos again crave heavy. ‘Do I need to stop by the Mall first?.’ Varen glanced at his watch.
But in the end he decided to just transfer to the Main Residence in Jakarta.
**
“Pantes rice basket shake – shake.”
Mama Bela and Papa Herman who were worried because they heard the news of the first grandchild fighting in Management had arrived at the Main House in Jakarta since yesterday afternoon and stayed there.
“Bakul na-si??.”
“Noh, the Brother is home!.”
Everyone turned to look at Mama Bela's index finger who was helping to prepare breakfast and the frills, along with two other grandmothers in the backyard were pointing.
And they compactly pulled the corners of their lips together, seeing the young boy they knew walking up to the few people gathered near the wooden table in the backyard also revealing his smile.
***
“The power of Andrea Smith, huh?. (It's Andrea Smith, isn't it? ). Can make that kid come here immediately.”
Daddy R kasak – kusuk while mesam - mesem with Fania, Ara, and two J versions of the couple who are enjoying a Bekasi-style breakfast made by Ene Bela. Nasi suduk sambel nuts, plus fried foods do not forget historic pastels. Here are the grandmothers who were there too.
“Makinan aja dah tuh juleha entar his behavior the same as the brother, if the Abang bela – belain dateng here from
Massachusetts makes her moan.”
“Biarin aje si!. Kangen kali die ama si Juleha.” Timpal Mama Bela who immediately opened his hand to welcome Varen who greeted him first after saying hello.
“Eh, Brother Go home, Bakul Nasi Goyang – Goyaaaaaang...” Ledek Momma's. Who then hugged Varen who had just come.
“What the hell is Momma?.” Varen hugged and kissed both of her cheeks as usual. Daddy R and Mommy Peri already knew that Varen was coming because they had been informed that Varen was in a hurry to get out of the apartment by taxi because he wanted to go to the airport to fly to Indonesia.
“How are you Bang?.” Sapa Daddy Jeff who has also been visited by Varen with a hug after he greeted Daddy R and Mommy Ara and then did the same to Mama Jihan and two other grandmothers besides Ene Bela.
“Tired. (Tired ).”
“Panik nih ye who is hostile to Drea?.”
Mommy Ara teased her Son while chuckling a little followed by – people who were with her as well. The rest is on the other side of the backyard near tennis courts and swimming pools.
“Hahhh... I didn't even have time to shower yesterday, and I'm hungry now.”
Varen snorted half frustrated.
“Slouchy!. (Sickly! ).” Cute Daddy R.
“Blame Daddy's beloved Andrea Smith for sulking until she says she doesn't know me anymore!.” Varen Sahut. “Did he forget who took care of him all this time?. Even before I went to college, she spent more time with me than Poppa and Momma. It's good to say you don't know me!.”
Everyone near Varen laughed.
“Ya udeh, first eat the handsome grandson of Ene.”
“Let's go Ne, I'll meet Drea first.”
Varen put down his backpack just like that.
“Udah Go.”
“Where?.”
“You're in Pesantren!.”
“Whataa??!!!! .. Don't talk Momma nonsense!.” Varen looked a little bit upset. "I don't want him to be put in Pesantren or Dormitory, though his stubbornness sometimes sucks."
Fania chuckles.
Varen was about to rush to Andrea's room, but then he saw another mob in the pool and tennis court. Varen decided to find Andrea there first.
***
“ANDREA!.”
Varen is already in the pool area, after glancing if not Andrea who is playing tennis but Papi and Mami. Varen's eyes are perfectly rounded when he sees a figure floating upside down looking rigid unmoving in the pool.
“WHY ARE YOU GUYS EVEN CHATTING??!!.” Sia Abang was immediately angry – was angry at those near the adult pool. With the sisters who seemed to be riding for a while after swimming and are now drinking milk boxes while eating sandwiches.
Byurr!!.
Varen threw himself into the pool.
“Why is it Pop?.” Nathan asked Poppa who was sitting with him and Ake Herman.
“Buset dah si Paren, dateng – dateng instead of old ama page even angry – angry.” Cats Ake Herman.
“Rigger boy! How dare you yell at me.” Timpal Andrew while looking at Varen who had plunged into the pool and immediately grabbed the body of Andrea who looked stiff, but three people who had sprayed the brother looked relaxed and so did his sisters.
“ANDREA! LITTLE STAR!.”
Varen took Andrea's body to the stairs at the edge of the pool.
“WHY ARE YOU GUYS QUIET?!.” Shouted the brother panicking.
“ISH!.”
“Little Star ....???.”
**
Previous time ...
“Since when the hell was Pop, his weird hobby that he did?. Me and the rest of this house were once made very excited by the strange action it.”
“Just like her mom, weird likes – freak it's Drea!.” The Tympanic Papa Herman.
“Hahaha! Since he has finished all the styles in swimming perfectly, after he got tired of diving and got tired of diving and snorkeling. And he is bored with the usual.”
“Intrue – true absurd child Poppa this one. Can't he find a normal hobby other than the – pura dead in the pool like that?.”
“Hahaha!. He watched too many movies of female heroes who were able to survive and hold their breath in the water without the help of tools. Either any movie.”
“Hah! Who hingga – aja!.”
“Hahahaha... leave it alone, who knows he is a MI agent – 10 in the future.”
“Hadeeehhh .... Try checking Pop, later that Drea died really.”
“Hahaha ... will not. He is trying to break his own record.”
“Drea... Drea... hobby kok temple – pura die!. What are the benefits of trying?! .... Tomorrow – tomorrow request buried live – live don't – don't.”
***
“WHY ARE YOU GUYS QUIET?!.” Shouted the brother panicking.
“ISH!.”
“Little Star ....???.” Varen gasped in shock, when Andrea arrived – woke up and immediately stood up, because Varen thought Andrea drowned before until floating motionless with a rigid position.
Andrea stood up while looking cynically for a while at Varen, then stepped on a small staircase on the edge of the pool. “Bother me!.”
“Little Star ..”
Varen staggering – bengong by himself. Nathan, Poppa and Ake Herman giggle. Likewise, the krucils who were shocked his brother knew – tau came while shouting and immediately threw themselves into the pool.
“Yaaaa Brother, fooled nih yee ...” Chirps Mika who is now ten years old while chuckling followed by her other sister –.
‘Tertipu?..’ Varen sat there while still dumbfounded in the pool. But then he regained his senses when he saw Andrea who was standing close to his Poppa while wearing his swimming bathrobe.
“Woy the Amrik!. Why?!. Forgot your own room, take a shower in the colem?!.”
Fania and those who were in the area of the wooden bench were already around the pool because they heard the brother screaming and looked panicked.
“Drea.... Little Star's.... Varen came straight out of the pool as Momma's voice broke her daydream. Back to thinking about the cute gir bar – bar and now it has approached Andrea again not caring about his other family who are giggling.
He remembered that Andrea immediately glanced and spoke tightly to him, but all this time if Varen came the Andrea would immediately run and plunge at him.
“Drea.... You ga what – what?...” Ask Varen who does not know about Andrea's strange behavior. But Andrea did not answer, instead coolly chewing sandwiches while glancing cynically at Varen. “Abang thought Drea, drowned ...”
“Keep why if I drown, huh?!. Why do you think – snobs care about me??!!.”
“Yes Allah, Drea.. ga may not care same Drea...”.
“Heh! Bullshit!.”
“So Brother saw Drea stiff immobile, Brother's heart almost loose Drea, see you so ..”
“Gara – because Brother ya!, I so failed to break my own record tau ga?!. Yesterday – yesterday I was angry because – because of that beautiful cockroach lady!. Now come – come even bother me!. Sok – get attention! I don't need your attention anymore!.” And Andrea slid into the house.
“Drea..” Call Varen but Juleha doesn't want to go and keeps going. “Yes Allah, where am I wrong???.. I would panic and fear that Drea was why – why, but why is he even angry after I please?.”
Brother is confused.
“Iya, I know maybe I was wrong to have angered him at that time, but I have come here just to apologize. And another record?. What record? ...” Varen is still confused, the giggling still continues to giggle.
“Abang.. Brother... therefore go home often – often, do not fit the holiday doang. Let you know the behavior of your beloved Little Star, the more here, the more absurd.” Babe Nathan while patting – pat on the shoulder of the brother who was soaked even still wearing shoes. Varen looked at Nathan with a clueless look.
“But it was Drea.... it was stiff...”.
“That's what I said, weird bin absurd! si Drea has a hobby of holding his breath in the water while pura – pura dead.”
“Hah?! What did you say?! Pura – pura die?!. Why would he do that?!.”
“Lo ask God there!. Because only Drea and God know why I think.”
“Astagfirullah..” Varen rubbed his wet face with his own hands.
“Each – is ready, maybe tomorrow he asked to be escorted to Ancol and swim with hands and feet tied.” Nathan's lead again.
‘Ya Lord Little Staar ... do you want to become a TNI Frog Squad?.’
**
To be continue...
