The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 97 The Inclined Man

" We don't have to go out, Mas, you're tired of just taking a break for a while" I asked Raka when we arrived at home.

" Well, Princess, you know that I'm tired." He agreed and immediately shook his butt in the chair.

" If you don't know, then. It's been clear this week that I've been mistreated, heheheh!." chirped me.

" Ahemm, something's missing ! " Mas Raka is glaring mischievously at me.

" Huu pretended to know. I want to take a shower first" I said as I went inside.

I put a basket full of food and side dishes for dinner. Sister Nia was lazy to cook so she asked me to take from the stall.

After cleaning myself and changing my clothes I went out of the room. Kuajak mas Raka sat on the terrace while waiting for Magrib time.

" On the inside, if on the terrace it looks the same as neighbors. We want to miss out" whispered Mas Raka with a smile looking at me. He raised his eyebrows.

" What the hell, we want to do. Let's sit for a while on the porch, but not yet Magrib." I refer to Raka again. He stood up and followed me to the terrace.

While chatting I felt like a pair of eyes were watching us. I looked at the house in front of my house, it turned out that Ernest, Dirja's grandson who had just moved here about 6 months ago. I glanced at him, and he waved his hand. I reply with a smile.

" What are you worried about, what are you smiling at ? " tanya mas Raka.

" That's Ernest's new neighbor in front of the house. He looked over here and waved his hand. Yes, I smile." I answered what was the question Raka.

" Oh, there's a new neighbor, I've never been. The front house is empty, you never seem to tell," he continued, looking rather surprised.

" No, that's Dirja's house. Ernest was his grandson who lived in the village of South Tugu. Said Ms. Dirja, her father mutated work outside the area, her mother accompanied. Because Ernest was in school for a year so he didn't move, and he lived here with his grandparents."

" Ooh, so he's still in school" muttered mas Raka.

" Yes, the time to move here is up to class XII. His son is friendly, just as we know him immediately."

Mas Raka doesn't seem to be responding to my story. He watched Ernest who was doing a little exercise, then invited me into the house.

" Yuk in," he quipped with a slightly pouty face. Mas Raka why the hell, is there something wrong with my words ?

When it sounds, Azan mas Raka does not immediately move, but usually goes directly to the mosque without waiting for father. This time until dad was about to come out he was still sitting with his face bent.

" Let's go Raka, let's go to the mosque ! " take dad while walking out. Mas Raka got up excitedly, he had a glance at the house of Dirja maam before walking to the mosque.

I was so confused, why did Raka suddenly change after I told her about Ernest. The boy just waved and I just smiled at him, nothing more.

" Raka why is it Ra, why is his face not good to see that." Ma'am Nia who just came home from the stall asked me.

" I don't know, there's no problem." Intentionally not talking about Ernest, fear mbak Nia talk and mother heard it. Arkana I took it from his carrier, and then we went into the living room.

" Sit here, Aunt Aira wants to pray yes" I said as I sat her on the sofa in front of the television.

Ma'am Nia waited next to him, later he prayed after his father came home from the mosque. Alternately wait for Arkana, because the child has started to be active, anything held.

After worship I made milk coffee for Raka mas. Shortly after he returned from the mosque, his smile broadened as he watched me bring a drink from the living room.

" Drink first Mas, this I make milk coffee so that the energy recovers again, heheeh ! " gurauku's. I put a drink on the table and then sat in the long chair.

" Because, I'm going straight home. Want to rest, tomorrow morning again," he said and immediately sat next to me.

" Yes, but really rest. Don't come out again, don't hang out" I said.

Mas Raka nodded, then sipped his milk coffee after waiting for the heat to decrease.

" Here dong, he said kangen." He asked me to come closer. I cut my lips.

Mas Raka immediately hugged me from the side. " Iiih, really bad. Her lips should not be weaved that dong," he whispered.

Slowly he rubbed my cheeks, then my lips. My face was faced to his face, and mine was this pink directly dikulum. I closed my eyes feeling her tenderness.

" I go home, yes" said Mas Raka after removing c**, then spent the milk coffee.

I followed him behind as he came out. Before riding his motorbike he still had time to glance towards the tightly closed house of Dirja bu.

" Be careful, my friend" I said, waving my hand.

" Hi, Miss Aira ! " cried Ernest from the door. He then stepped onto the fence of his house.

" Hey too, why not learn ? " let's get a stale base.

" Later finished Isya, this will ngadem first," he said smiling.

" Ooh, if that's what I go in first, yes" I said as I turned towards the door.

" Hurp very much Ma'am, accompany me to cake for a while hehehe ! " the chirps are joking.

I just blinked my eyes and waved my hand. Rushing I entered the house and put the old cup of Raka's drink in the kitchen.

" Who did you just talk to? " ask mom as soon as I emerge from the kitchen.

" Ernest, you want to go again" he said." I answered for a moment and entered the room.

I was a bit surprised, why Ernest could happen to open the door when Raka was home. Was he waiting intentionally ?

Indeed, I feel Ernest's behavior is somewhat different. At first he lived with his grandparents, mas Raka was in Surabaya. I only get a glimpse of him once in a while if he wants to go to school. A few days later if I come home from the stall alone with mom she greets me from behind the fence.

The following days he always invited together if he wanted to go to school and I to the food stall. Sometimes secretly looking at me if I sweep the lawn.

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" Mr in the morning, want to go to the market, right ? With yuk ! " greet Ernest this morning.

" Morning too, hasn't left yet. It's Monday, the flag ceremony. " I returned his greeting.

" I'll wait for Miss Aira, to be paid to ride in angkot hehehe ! " He's joking.

" Yeee wants me to, if I want to walk again, how do you !" I said by sticking out his tongue.

Ernest laughed as well. We walked towards the gate. Ma'am Tutik who was sweeping the courtyard looked towards us.

" Aira, let's go ! " sweets. His gaze seemed to investigate.

" Yes Ma'am," I replied with a smile.

Ma'am Tutik returned my smile, but he glanced at Ernest who was a bit careless and just looked at the highway.

" Yuk Ra, I go in first" he said and went into his house.

From the west there was an angkot majoring to Ernest's school, stopping in front of us. He pulled my hand up. To get to the stall I can ride any department angkot, all angkot must pass the market.

I was stunned for a moment, but then I tried to behave normally. In the angkot Ernest continued to tell about his school, his friends were also his teachers.

" Sir, it was quiet when I talked to Madam Tutik in front of the gate earlier." I warned him about his attitude the same as Tutik.

" Loh is what I am, was the one who was invited to chat Mama Aira. I'm just gonna shut up, dong." He berkilah.

" At least you smile. You just lived here, your grandparents are quite respected." I reminded him back.

" That's grandma and grandpa, I'm not them." Ernest still ignored my advice.

" Huuh basic, "my curse in the heart. I was preparing to go down because the angkot had stopped in front of the market.

" I'm down ya Deck ! " i said to Ernest.

" Okay, I'll see you! " reply. I walked a few meters and arrived at the shop.

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