The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 110 Meet

I saw a car parked in the yard of Dirja's house, when I just returned from Raka's house. It seems that in his living room there are also voices of people talking.

" When there's a car there, Ra, there may be more guests." Mas Raka said while observing the house of Dirja maam.

" But the guest period is like these nights. Parking the car is not on the road but in the yard. If I think maybe it's Dirja's son who is visiting here, it's on having a car because." I have another opinion.

" Yes already there in, go to bed do not think of his guest who is Dirja," said mas Raka with a smile.

" Oh yes, why take care of the neighbor's guest," I said by sticking out my tongue.

Mas Raka is just grinning. He turned on his motor and then shut up.

" Thank you, be careful ! " i said and rushed into the house.

In the living room, Nia is still watching TV

" Tumben hasn't slept yet" I rebuked as I entered the room.

I put the package on the table. Sling bag I took off and put it on the back of the chair. Then I opened the hijab and then changed into casual clothes.

" Just accompanied Joni to dinner. It wasn't until Sunday night that the store was a bit crowded he said." Ma'am Nia answered my question.

" Mother Dirja again there is a guest who is Ma'am, how does the car enter the yard? " tanyaku prank.

" Mr Hartati with her husband, her brother Ernest too. Last time had berbasas same mother and father, when the same father came the mother again coffee on the terrace.

" Ooh that," I said briefly and walked to the bathroom. Joni emerged from the kitchen.

" Where's Ra from ? " what a stale base.

" From the home of the future-in-law ! " chirps mbak Nia meredekku.

" Let's be real." I didn't rub the ledge .

After coming from the bathroom I took the snacks I brought earlier. There are still some that I have not opened, I will share with Nia. That's for mom tomorrow because she's asleep.

" Mom, this is a gift from Raka," I said as I offered a packet of potato chips.

Ma'am Nia who was about to enter the room turned around and accepted it.

" So Ernest's parents are here, yeah, probably because his son's off school again." I'm talking about her son, Dirja. We both ate chips.

" It could be, let alone have not met Ernest must have been absent." Ma'am Nia added.

" Mother Dirja same mother seems the same age but kok granddaughter Dirja already almost to college ya," said I.

" Sok knows you, yes older ma'am Dirja. Latik's brother was also his age on it mbak Rina. Mbak Tika used to tell when he was in 3rd grade Elementary School, then Rina was in 1st grade Junior High School, then Matik was in 1st grade High School. There used to be no 7,8,9 or 10,11,12" class." Mbak Nia explained.

" Means the difference in age of Hartati mbak same mbak Rina only 3 years. But his son mbak Tatik already as big as Ernest that, Daffa his son mbak Rina new 6th grade Elementary School. " I'm still wondering.

" He said he had just been to college one semester but had proposed to his son friend Mr. Dirja. His handsome work is well established. Continuing they married, it was up that Matik continued college, her husband who financed. I remember that time I was still kind of like Kindergarten, because I was late school," recalls Mbak Nia.

" Ooh that. I don't really memorize the same mbak Tatik anyway, yunya same mbak Yuni his sister," timpalku.

Suddenly, Arkana wakes up and cries. Ma'am Nia rushed into the room to put her to bed again. I also moved into the room. It's almost 11 p.m.

I laid my body on the bed, but I couldn't sleep even though I closed my eyes. I even imagined the time at Raka's mas house earlier. I smile at myself remembering what we did. Running around in my room and, uh.kuruba my lips. Remembering without my eyes closed.

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This morning as usual before the shower I tidied up the room and swept the floor and other rooms I also cleaned. After cleaning all the rooms, when I was about to sweep the terrace I saw Ernest with his sister and father was washing the car. While his mother watered the plants. They chatted until they didn't realize I was on the porch.

" Mr Aira, here dong ! " nernest shouted suddenly calling out to me. I looked at him, the others looked at me.

" Other up Dek, what's up? " i was kind of raising my voice. Ernest approached the fence and said, "It's my mom and my sister, you know ! " bring.

" Already know dong Dek, we are neighbors from the past." I read his words.

Because everyone looked at me, I had to follow him. Ernest took my hand.

" Aah Ernest exaggerated Ma'am, Mas. I only accompany him if he's exercising in front of the house." I explained the truth so that papa mama did not misunderstand.

" It's okay if Dik Aira wants to be friends with Ernest. We thank you, because his son is difficult to be friends with anyone. Can be counted how many friends there are." Tatik told me about Ernest.

" Maklum Mbak he is here for how many months, rarely out too. It is only natural that you do not have any friends. But now I've started juvenile activities." I chimed.

" Yes please, Brother, Ernest will soon graduate High School and want to go to college. He must learn to socialize with the surrounding environment. Especially on campus later his friends more." His father asked me for help.

" Don't worry Mom, Ernest is like a brother to me" I said.

" Kok is like a little brother," said Ernest suddenly. He was just listening to us talking, his eyes looking at me.

" Yes brother dong, brother hehehe's time ! " Sir and her husband laughed.

" Sir, I'm sorry to take a shower. Go to the diner to help mom." I went into the house because I felt like I had been talking for a long time.

" Oya please, Dik Aira duuh diligently yes want to help parents. Rarely are young women like you," said Ms. Hartati.

I smiled and hurried to leave them. His sister Ernest was busy spraying water on the car so that he did not pay so much attention to the chatter of his parents.

" Aira where are you from, nypu really long. Look at what time it is ! " reproblem mbak Nia who is cooking in the kitchen.

" That was talking to Tatik and her husband. I mean nothing but stale bases I respond to them. But there is something they even discuss. I finally had to say I wanted to take a shower and go to the stall to help mom."

" At first chat the edges are most showy." Mbak Nia sneered.

" Is he arrogant, Ma'am? " let me wonder.

" Yes, I used to be a kid who likes to be sampled if he has something. Especially after marrying a rich person becomes a habit of showing off.

" It's a good thing I came home" I said, then went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower and changing clothes I took a sling bag hanging on the chair. Do not forget to bring the rest of the souvenirs for mother and mother Sri. After saying goodbye to my father then walked quickly to the gate waiting for angkot.

Arriving at the shop directly into the kitchen. Mom could look at me.

" Sir, how come it is a little afternoon ? " asked Ma'am Sri rather astonished.

" Yes last night I couldn't sleep" I said and went straight to my job.

While frying a banana mbak Sri kept asking me.

" Kok instead can not sleep, last night can date long because mas Raka the morning does not work, hihihi ! " he mocked me.

" It is precisely because of the satisfaction of dating so shadowed continue, until can not sleep hihihi ! " my answer grinned.

" Huuuh basic flirtatious, has started to dare ya dating him. Was last night the same as Raka? " whispers.

" Want to know what you want to know ? " my reply teased him. Let mbak Sri be curious.

" I see now, just as I want to play secrets. " He pretended to be pouting.

" Don't pout later on his fried banana gossack hahaha ! " I laughed, mbak Sri.

" Beware if not the story," he said pretending to threaten.

" What story, people I don't do." I finally spoke seriously.

" I don't believe it ! " chanted stuck.

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