The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 50 is Getting Familiar

The next day at the stall, I was having breakfast and Sri was doing the dishes. Mother suddenly entered the kitchen and talked to Sri.

" Mad Sri knows, last night Raka came to the house. " Mom told me about Raka.

" What is it, Mom ? What do I say, Raka mas really like the same mbak Aira. 100 % like." Ma'am Sri immediately connected the conversation. Where else the sound is loud.

" Sst Mbak Sri slowly - pelan dong said, later heard mbak Wiwit." I rebuked him to lower his voice.

" I'm sorry, because it's so sweet. Finally, Aira has a boyfriend again, "is always.

" That says who likes who, who says whose boyfriend. Our people are just friends." I deny the words of Sri.

" Duh mbak Aira really not sensitive. It was clear last night diapelin" said mbak Sri again.

" Diapelin how our people do not become. Raka just wants to play house." I also explained the truth the same mbak Sri and mother.

" Your time is not. Where were you last night ? " ask Sri Ma'am still in disbelief.

" Surely, last night he didn't say anything. We just watch, eat and sit in the city park while watching the band in the square. Around 22:00 we'll be home. It's it already."

I finished my breakfast and didn't forget to have some hot tea. Mom told me to shop. I rushed to a market that seemed empty. Maybe some people are still lazy to leave the house because last night stay up.

" Mr Aira ! want to shop yes. "greet Miss Harti when I get to the front door of the market and pass in front of the stall. He smiled friendly.

" Yes, Miss Harti. Mom not on vacation ? " let me just get a stale base.

" No, the kids are on a bad night's wake because last night was on fire. Still lazy at home, " replied Ms. Harti and then told her sons and daughters.

" Well, if I can't be lazy, Ms. Harti. Later no one helps in the stall, pity mom same mbak Sri."

" You are diligent yes, it's worth it Raka likes. Oh yeah, he said last night Raka to your house huh ? " tanya Harti next.

" Yes ma'am" I replied blushing. " Em.m sorry, Miss Harti, I want to go shopping first, I'm afraid of bad luck." I'll take a break from here, rather than Harti's mom flaring up a long time ago.

During the shopping I remembered Harti's words earlier. Raka likes me, right ? Why did he never tell me.

After paying for all the groceries I went back to the stall. I told Sri what Harti said.

" If Ms. Harti says so mean Raka never told her mother. Sister Aira has not said many times too, mas Raka likes the same Mother Aira." Sister Sri assured me.

" Yes I know now. Just last night he didn't say anything, yes I take it for granted. Later even be mistaken ge er." I said doubt.

" Maybe he won't say like, but show by deeds." Sri began to suspect.

" Don't know" I said. I'm still not sure about Raka, even though my heart is getting comfortable with her.

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Week pass. Saturday afternoon as the three of us were getting ready to go home. Raka showed up and waited for us to finish.

" Mom, I'll go home first." Mafak Sri pamit .

" Oh yeah, be careful on the road." Mother replied while putting the groceries for home in the basket.

Without being told Raka went straight in and lifted the basket I used to carry. " Let me take it," he told his mother

Mom and I went out and didn't forget to lock the door. The three of us walked along. " You don't have a motor ? " tanyaku to Raka.

" If I take the bike to pity your mother, you will be alone" he replied. " What does this have to do ? " many more.

" Because I deliberately picked you up, if you use the motor later mom walk alone dong." He explains again.

I'm just saying, "Oooh that, but I'm walking in front. It's the same with yourself." I pointed at the mother who had walked away from us.

" Maybe because you don't want to disturb us" Raka said with a grin.

" Why do we do it, you are there." I also laughed.

Without feeling we have reached home. I walked in after greeting my father who was carrying Arkana on the terrace. He put the basket he carried in the living room and then sat in the living room.

I went in to get a drink for Raka, and sat across from her. I entered because I heard Azan Magrib. Five minutes later I was ready to go to the mosque.

" Come Raka, let's pray Magrib first ! " take dad with you while walking out. " Oh yes, sir." Raka also moved from her seat.

" Wudhu in the mosque what would you like here ? " tanyaku.

" Where is Raka going" asked the mother who had just finished bathing. " To the mosque" I said briefly. I also took a shower and worshiped.

A few minutes later Raka had returned from the mosque. While the father is still in the mosque while waiting for Isya's time.

" We're out yuk ! " take him again. I went in to say goodbye to Mom and took the jacket.

" Mom, I'm going out with Raka." The mother who was watching TV nodded.

": Every Sunday night watching yee, "catch Nia sitting next to mom.

" It's just as rich as you used to be" I said. I kissed the cheek of the Arkana baby I was holding with his grandmother.

I came out and Raka was standing up. He went into the middle room and said goodbye to his mother and mother Nia.

Raka directs his motorbike to the cinema so that it is not too late because the film is screened at 19:00. Before entering Raka buy drinks and small meals first.

" What snack do you want, what nuts popcorn ? " he offered me.

" Eggs only," I said. Raka picked up a large pack of egg nuts as well as a canned drink.

Arriving inside after getting a seat Raka opened the package of beans and reached out to me. In the middle of watching our movie while eating nuts.

" I was bribed dong, my hands were dirty because of it," he asked spoiled. I also eat while occasionally feeding it.

So fun to watch while snacking tofu-know nuts stay a little. My idle intentions. I spent the rest of the beans and then I squeezed the wrapper until I was small.

" This is the last bite" I told him. Raka opened her mouth and the plastic I had squeezed into her mouth while holding back a laugh.

" Haha.. " I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that unsuspecting Raka was directly chewing on the plastic I had evaporated on her. He casually picked up the plastic in his mouth.

" Beware, you dare to frown." He smiled and asked for the drink I was holding.

"I'm sorry, I'm on a whim again hehehe." I closed my mouth so I wouldn't laugh again.

After watching Raka take me to dinner like last Sunday night. This time he offered me.

" What do you want to eat, fried chicken, fried rice, meatballs what satay ? " ask him. " Just meatballs." I also choose practical food.

In the middle of the meal Raka was not stopping to tell stories. About his friends, his family, his college. I'm just listening.

" I need to tell you a lot, replace you dong the story," he asked. Now he has the courage to use the word 'me' . Not 'me' anymore.

" Why tell me, you already know that I also help my mother every day in the shop. My family you know too." I still refuse to talk much with Raka.

" Kok still use the word 'me' anyway, do not need to be official that time. We've known for a month now, our relationship is also getting closer." Apparently Raka is not comfortable if I use the word 'me'.

Our relationship is getting closer, I admit it now. There's only one thing on my mind, he hasn't shot me. So how close am I to her.

" Kok even daydreamed. Watch out for meatballs later! " Raka reprimanded me. I'll continue eating the meat immediately.

" Who daydreams, people want to add sambal. " I pretended to take the sambal. When he looked the other way I removed the bowl. How to add sambal, I just don't like spicy.

I finished the sweet tea on the table. After getting out of the meatball stall Raka drove her motorcycle to the city park near the square. Every Sunday night this place is always crowded and most visitors are teenagers. In the afternoon parents and children.

" It's okay to sit here. It's still 10 and a half, " said Raka. I nodded while watching some teenagers skateboarding.

" I used to learn skateboarding, too, but I didn't keep it up because it was just a fad. The skateboard's just borrowed a friend." Apparently Raka knew what I was watching.

" Why not diterususin, can come to perform if there is an event," I asked just to respond.

" I like to try. Any activity I try because I wonder if I can do it or not. Whether it's a sport or a musical instrument." Raka also told me about her hobbies and activities. It does not feel like this park is getting quieter.

" It's late, go home yuk ! " bring me. I got up from the bench we were sitting on. So did Raka. He turned on his motorbike and drove through the glitter of decorative lights around the park and square.

" I went straight home, but you came in first" he said when we got to my house.

" Okay, you be careful ! " message. I went in and I soon heard the sound of the motor moving away.

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