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Anggita propped up her chin as she sat sweetly on the skimpy round dining table in her kitchen. Galuh and Ratih were there too.

A plate of sauteed kale is on the table.

On first time, Anggita cooks on the procedures taught by Mother. Yes, even though it is still as level as a kale stir fry, but it means a lot to Anggita. To further convince himself of the cooking he made, he did not forget to involve Galuh as the first tongue owner who will taste the taste of the kale stir-fry.

Galuh smiled sweetly. Whatever the taste, the price given will definitely be very expensive. For the sake of Anggita there is not a single bad sentence that Galuh will say. Everything he would do to see the happy smile of the princess, no exception to tell lies.

"Come, try, Dad!" Consider enthusiastic when saying it, making Galuh increasingly pull the plate to get closer and reach for the available spoon.

Anggita was very enthusiastic, he never touched his cooking at all before the father who tasted and gave value to his first cuisine. He waited, while Galuh grew silent for a moment to compare the stir-fry with what Ratih used to make.

Obviously, a lot of different. Much is lacking and for Galuh there is nothing lacking in that cuisine. His tongue was closed to feel a bad taste in everything Anggita made. He smiled widely and as his eyes sparkled brightly Anggita instantly knew his point. The girl immediately stood up and approached the father for a warm hug.

"Dad agrees, dong, if there is no best cooking teacher from Mommy?" Anggita asked as her embrace tightened. Meanwhile, Galuh smiled widely and replied, "answer?"

Angita releases a hug. He stood up straight while holding his father's hand. "Java!" Galuh laughs little. Once to turn to Ratih when his wife actually turned her face, Galuh increasingly looked back at Anggita. His tone changed slightly after getting a bad response from Ratih, before he finally returned to smile when he replied to his daughter, "Your mother is the best in everything. I don't have to wait for your question to say that your Mother is the best in the cooking field."

Train offended. He looked at Anggita as Galuh looked at him. Looking for a reason to get out of the conversation that has been bouncing, he chose the reason, "Mother-oh yeah, there is a lipetan of clothes that have not been done. Go to the room first, yes!"

Anggita nods with wide knuckles. Dismissed the face. While Ratih has increasingly moved to leave the warm atmosphere that occurs at the dining table.

"Mother is shy, huh, Dad? If we talk to him, he likes to find a reason to hide his face." Anggita asked while giggling slowly. Galuh smiled forcedly, he knew the truth and that was something else than Anggita thought.

"Your mother is shy, so she is very sweet."

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I'm done with everything. From the end of the stairs I saw Jasi and Tina going down happily. This morning is a new beginning, Tina will be the highest class student in her High School, while Jasi will be inhabiting a class that is also new to her in Elementary School.

At the dinner table there are various types of breakfast. Those who do not eat rice will eat the bread of jam that I have prepared neatly on the table.

I walked with a tray of empty glasses that would be filled with drinking water or milk. And from that end I saw Mamah and Papah walking side by side. They all went to the dining table. All are dressed neatly to start activities outside the home.

Mamah tidied the position of the tie worn Papah. While Papah looks uncomfortable about what Mamah does. Ah, it's common. Mamah and Papah are parents who often make jokes from their fights. But not often, because often the quarrel actually resulted in a split between them. Keep silent for seven days and seven nights and separate beds during the mentioned day.

Mama and Papah are a couple who rarely act romantically. Each time, all they showed was the attitude of each other noisily and unwilling to say sweet to each other. It made Tina and Jasi sick of it, and I had to repeatedly explain to them that domestic fights were not uncommon. It was ordinary, and our parents were very busy, surely they were tired and the commotion would be provoked when their tiredness had struck.

Back to the mood this morning...

Everyone sat down at the long table. Papah was sitting on the head of the dining table, Mamah was on the side of Papah and my two sisters were on the other seat.

I poured water in each of the glasses I had prepared. Jasi smiled as I approached her. "I want milk, brother!" He asked for it so I got him a pot of milk, and then I poured it as he asked.

I finished my routine duties before eating. I sat down, but stopped. "I told you, my food is not like this. I'm on a diet and should cut down on eating fatty foods." Mom jolted as her hand pushed the plate containing food that did not match her wishes. I'm back on the move. Start doing what Mamah wants and change the side dishes from the breakfast Mamah.

In the kitchen, I saw a wall clock. Oh, my God, it's too late. I was more hurried.

It's all done and I'm back at the dinner table.

"here, Brother! We eat. I haven't eaten, have I?" Jasi waved her hand telling me to come. I smiled sweetly and approached the table. We had breakfast at the dinner table. Often I see Jasi, she's kind of harboring pity on me. But when that happened, I immediately turned her attention by asking her something, "you're not nervous, are you? Today you will be a student of the new teacher." Hearing my words, he smiled, shook his head enthusiastically and said, "don't dong, Brother."

All right, I'm done eating breakfast. The driver came to take Jasi to school. He shook my hand and waved goodbye. After I saw it pass, I quickly went to my room and picked up the bag. I stepped out of the house to go to school.

This is my routine. I woke up early in the morning and finished all the housekeeping work. All must be completed after the entire house is awake. And by the time that happened I should also have finished preparing breakfast. It's really short the time I have to get everything done, because I can't leave my school either.

I was at the lowest school in my area. The school with very minimal enrollment fees and got far less facilities than Tina got in her elite school.

In my school, I was just studying and looking for education without any additional learning classes like the ones others got from his elite school. That's why, my time at school is only a little while and after that I'll go back home to do all the homework.

And when I get home, then there I will be greeted by my little brother who also just arrived from school. Our time after school was few. Jasi first and I came a few minutes later.

I'll look after Jasi as long as our parents are working in Papah's office. During that time I will take a small job that does not require seriousness and more focus that will divide my concentration for Jasi. My focus is just to keep Jasi. That's what Mamah said.

***

Anggita's father, Galuh is an employee of a holding company that has stood for a long time in his area. By working as a Supervisor at the company, Galuh has been considered successful in meeting the needs of his small family with the rupiah coffers he got.

Galuh had long sought enough income in the company, now his boss gave a higher position for him. Department as a Manager.

Away, if an employee of the rank of Supervisor is suddenly elevated to a rank of Menejer. However, the persistence and perseverance of a Galuh has managed to steal the heart of his superiors to elevate him to Menejer.

During this time, many people who observe Galuh's behavior say that Galuh is not only diligent in working. His humble and helpful attitude also often makes anyone not reluctant to give up their hearts to support every step. Until the position as manager given to him, it does not create any cons at all. Everyone agreed, everyone was happy and happy for his good friend.

But there is something behind this windfall. A new higher position with a much larger amount of salary would be very profitable, but the little problem he received was, "Bandung. It's the birthplace of Anggita, the birthplace of the goddamn bearer's daughter, and the town full of sweet memories that end bitterly for us." With that, Galuh often thinks long. Covered in a corner of the place and considering the orders of his Boss.

Should we open a new leaf of life by opening an old wound, or keep it closed by rejecting this great windfall?

Ratih opens the kitchen door. On the tray he was carrying, there was already a warm cup of coffee with a plate of biscuits by his side. He put the tray on the table. The sofa is filled with Galuh who is sitting stupefied while supporting the chin and turning the brain.

"Thank you for this windfall. Allah does not give His servant fortune for the purpose of rejection." Ratih immediately spoke to the point as he took a sitting position on the sofa away from where Galuh was sitting. Her hands grabbed the socks that her husband had put on, put into his shoes and lifted up along with his body.

Galuh. "I don't want to hurt you by coming back to that town."

Train to drop the shoes not rough. She turned around and looked at her husband with a hint of cobbleness. "I get hurt every day. To live in the shadow of my daughter's misery, is a knife that hurts me every day."

Galuh dropped his face while biting his deep lips. He scrunched his face as he flogged hearing Ratih's words.

Ratih softens the tone, "If you know."

His words were so short, but the thorns contained in them were numerous. Until it succeeded in piercing the deepest recess of Galuh's heart.

Ratih left after a tear run down his cheek was wiped rough. Galuh stared blankly at the room hall which removed Ratih's back. He spoke in a soft tone, "if you also know, I can't lose you no matter what. The only option was one, sacrificing the boy's rights."

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