
Axel who came out of the patient's room was witnessed by his two brothers. They looked at each other and threw smiles at each other.
"Any cold will melt too." Daffa.
"Well, cook to be a widower." Obviously Guard.
"Who really ever got on Axel's bed?" Daffa Canda.
" There's. Don't get me wrong." Bright Guard.
"Believe it, most also Sissy or Neng Kunti." Daffa.
The two of them walked out of their hiding place. Without the two of them realizing behind them there was already a stalking.
"What are you talking about?" Ask the young man who just became the topic of conversation.
"Who?" The two young men who had just grumpy were soaring in shock.
"I." Answer's short.
"Just answer my question!" Pinta Axel walked over and grabbed her two younger siblings from behind.
"Oh that." Said Garda stopping suddenly and scratching his head which was not itchy.
Want to answer the question of the Big Brother but afraid that later will get angry. Eventually the Guard could only pull Daffa's hand to escape an answer.
Axel is very firm in all matters because he feels he has a great responsibility towards his older sister and his two younger siblings. His very assertive nature was already understood by all family members.
His nature makes him always avoid with the affairs of girls. He never once responded when it came to a girl. But today said something else.
The House of Mother Azka
Doctor Hendra actually still wants to stay in this house. He had to return soon because the hospital was waiting for him.
After lunch that day with the whole family including Yasna's adoptive grandfather, the doctor returned to the hospital. Thankfully, there was no scheduled surgery.
This morning after Yasna felt good she started helping with homework. He does not want to stay silent because it can make him bored.
Mother yesterday to the market to buy a variety of vegetables and side dishes. Returning from the market at that time was delivered by a young man using his motorbike.
Mother Azka and the young man did not know each other. The woman, though, felt she did not know him but did not worry at all.
This morning the two women were busy cooking in the kitchen with pleasure without any oddities like before. Mother Azka was very happy when she was with the girl.
Both have almost the same stature. Legitimate and long black hair, said long nose, attractive face and a fairly high body.
The daily hair they let break down but every work they both tie the hair together. So also today the hair of both tied cepol to show a white and long neck.
The two women were busy cooking various types of vegetables with a flowery heart. Grandpa who was picking fruit in the backyard saw the two women's hearts felt warm.
Fruits in the back garden are like endless plucked every day to be eaten by the entire inhabitants of the house. Many types of fruit have now been obtained by the grandfather and then washed clean.
Breakfast was cooked by their mother and daughter. Everything was available on the dining table along with the fruits that had been picked by the Grandfather.
The aroma of the cuisine was so fragrant that it aroused everyone's taste. Who can resist hunger with the delicious aroma of cuisine like no other.
"Sir, Grandpa." Shouted a girl calling a beakbaya man who is always with the Mother who is now cleaning the front garden of the house.
"What's wrong?" Ask The Girl.
"Morning is screaming." Further.
"Let's make breakfast." Take Yasna's girl to the old man.
"Have you cooked breakfast?" Ask Grandpa walking in towards the dining room.
"Yes." Yeah." Answer Yasna.
"That's a great taste of your cooking." Praise The Grandpa.
"Like the girl who cooked it." Further.
The three of them sat on the dining chair and ate all the food. The atmosphere was silent only the sound of eating utensils on the dining table.
Breakfast today was more than usual. A wide variety of dishes today are available on the dining table.
"During not coming home, has there been a boyfriend to forget who is in the village?" Ask Mother Azka to her daughter.
"Not yet." Answer's short.
"Well, girls as pretty as you, no one has a crush?" Ask Grandpa.
"That's been thinking lately, Kek." Yasna Santui replied.
The girl shifted the chair back to stand up. He takes care of everything on the table to immediately avoid questions that will lead to life partner problems.
Mother Azka just kept quiet with a smile on her red lips that made everyone must be fascinated. He always supports what is the child's decision.
Cleaning all the utensils for cooking and eating is done. The girl walked up to the Mother and hugged her from behind.
"I still want to be with my most beautiful Mother in the world." He said right in the Mother's ear.
"I can't share my love with anyone else yet." Further.
Mother Azka in her heart felt very touched. But how could her daughter not want a companion to life.
The girl had her own reasons for that. A very cruel life teaches him to be closed to others.
Complaints since he was a child only kept by himself. His cheerful daily life as if there is no burden so that the Mother does not worry about him.
The girl did not want to add to the problems of life borne by the Mother alone. Life without a husband really makes him have to slam bones to fulfill their lives.
Every time he heard the prickly shoes of his neighbor the girl knew that the Mother's heart was also wounded. That's why he hasn't been dating.
Time has gone by day until everyone does their own activities. Mother Azka who has not met her daughter for a long time, this heart wants to indulge in relaxing for a moment with the child.
This middle-aged woman already had various kinds of efforts to connect her life after leaving the house that left scars on her heart. The two very dear ones should be abandoned because of a covenant.
Mother Azka did not want to take advantage of all the assets that had been given to her for life after her child was born. He prefers to be independent to connect his life.
She doesn't want to owe me anything after what she did. He did not want to feel guilty even though he had until now felt that feeling because he had separated two brothers.