The Unconsidered Bungsu

Chapter 75 The First Kiss

The soap opera proposing event is over. We are also happy to go around this park. Next look for the nearest mosque to worship during the day. After that Raka invited me to stop by the family place she had been promised.

" Is it far away ? " my question as we passed the country road. On the left right lay the rice fields and plantations. Kata Raka family house is located in the countryside in one subdistrict in Sleman district.

" A bit far, but the journey will not be felt because on the left right many trees and rice fields are green. Surely you like to see the scenery," he said while pointing in the distance. Seen a row of rambutan trees and longans that have been fruitful There are also other trees. The trip feels cool, different if passing through hot and polluted urban roads.

" Nah, until. Yuk down," asked Raka when we got in front of the house whose yard is wide On the left right there are some fruit trees as well.

A middle-aged mother came out of the house and smiled upon seeing our arrival.

" Assalamualaikum Granny Sarti "Raka said his greetings while reaching out to greet her.

" Greetings waalaikum, this is Raka ya ! Geez, you haven't stopped by here in a long time." The woman called Grandma Sarti welcomed Raka and me. Then tell us to come in.

Soon a middle-aged man appeared, too, Raka said his name was Marto's grandfather.

" Tumben stopped by here, family in a healthy house right ? " ask him directly to Raka. We both regretted it.

" Thank God be healthy Kek," replied Raka Kami also sat on an ancient teak wooden chair. This house model is also still an old model, but the building is still sturdy. It seems that the past is the best.

Grandma Sarti went inside, five minutes later she came out carrying some small meals. Behind him was a woman of the age of Mbak Rina or mbak Tika carrying a drink and put it on the table.

" Let's drink first, must be thirsty and tired to ride a motorcycle. This is also a snack made by Siti let's taste. " The grandmother offered it to us. The so-called mbak Siti sat down with us. He's Sarti's grandmother's son.

Said Raka, Sarti's grandmother was the sister of her mother Harti. Or her aunt Harti. It was only fitting that she was not so old yet but Raka called her grandma.

" If you want to pray in the back there is an empty room. Then pray there and rest first don't rush home." Grandfather said while moving. " Grandfather also wanted to pray Ashar first," he continued. Siti's grandmother and mother also moved in.

" Thank you Kek" said Raka and asked me out. " Here you go" he said, holding my hand. Apparently he was about to show the room that grandfather was referring to earlier. It is located behind the house but the building itself. We went there by the side of the house, because the land and gardens around this house also still belong to Marto's grandfather.

" Go in yuk !" take Raka along as we arrive at the small building behind the house. In front of the building there is a rambutan tree that is not too high but the fruit is a lot.

Kreek ! The room is not locked. As soon as the air entered it felt cool. Raka put the backpack next to the bed.

" If you want to go to the bathroom, let me clean the room first" said Raka while pointing to a door at the end of this room. I put down my sling bag and cell phone and went into the bathroom.

Out of the bathroom, the room was clean and tidy. Raka has also prepared mukena while holding two prayer mats on the floor.

" We worship, wait a minute I will. " Raka asked me to pray together. I nodded and waited for him to finish ablution.

After the prayer I tidied back the mukena and the alphabet. Raka laid her body on the floor. " Aah was very comfortable sleeping on the floor, " he chirped. He placed both hands under his head while staring at the sky of the room.

" When you sleep on the floor, there's a springbed." I also rebuked him.

" You alone sleep there, or do you want me to sleep there too, hmm ?" Raka grinned mischievously while winking. I threw a pillow in his face. Hup ! Immediately arrested by Raka.

" What are you doing again, you didn't sleep from earlier ?" many wonder.

" I was sleeping too, but just now when I woke up I saw your face was very funny fitting sleep, especially earlier you also drooled. So I'll just capture this rare opportunity." Raka explained while smilingly looking at her phone.

" Iiih you cheated, when I was sleeping photographed. Look out tomorrow if you sleep I'll reply." I also immediately pouted.

" Not just photographed, but I recorded hahaha ! " Raka laughed triumphantly.

I hit him and beat his body. But my small hand caught him, and I didn't wince. I pulled my hand and kissed it softly. I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth of her lips touching my finger.

I can't believe Raka grabbed my body and landed a kiss on both of my cheeks. I opened my eyes in surprise but I wasn't angry either. Raka smiled. He stroked my cheeks slowly, then touched my lips. Raka brought her face closer, very close. I was embarrassed to look at him, and I closed my eyes.

Cups ! something warm was on my lips. Did he prank me like that time. I opened my eyes a little, it was his lips that kissed mine. Oh em ji, it's like it's kissed. This is my first kiss.

Next my lips have been pinched by Raka and I enjoy it. But this did not last long as he immediately ended it.

" I'm sorry, I got carried away." Raka's sorry for pecking my forehead. " It's almost 17:00, we go home so as not to be late." He stood up and packed his bag and also my sling bag. I myself am trying to fix my appearance. Wearing a little powder then tidying up my hijab. After everything was done, we got out of the room.

" Have you rested ? If so now eat first yes, it has been prepared from earlier but you do not go out." Ma'am Siti greeted us at the kitchen door.

" I'm sorry we fell asleep. The air is cold so it's cool." I gave him a reason so he didn't think.

" Yes, let's go in" he asked. We entered through the kitchen door and went to the dining room. Without waiting any longer Raka scoops the rice for me and herself.

Finished our meal to the living room intend to leave but grandfather and grandmother were not visible from earlier.

" Grandpa and grandma where's mom?" ask Raka to Siti.

" It was on the front page" said Siti. We do not know, because from the back room we entered through the kitchen so we did not see grandparents in front.

Bruk ! Grandpa Marto walked in and placed a sack of rambutan and longan near the guest table. Grandma Sarti followed behind him.

" This will be brought yes, make souvenirs at home, but the little stickiness that comes out." He asked us to take him as a gift.

" No pa Kek, thank you very much. Oya, we're saying goodbye, it's late." Raka took my hand. We shake them both. Siti came out of the kitchen with a plastic bag. He put the little food on the table in plastic and handed it to me.

" It's a snack on the street" he said. I thanked him and shook hands.

" Greetings to your mother, and others too ! " message grandma Sarti. Raka nodded her head and turned on the motor. I waved at them.

Healing us this time is so effective. I must have missed them.

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