When Love Is Present

Chapters 1. New Sister.

This is the second novel.

Read also the first novel, Semburat Jingga.

The characters and stories are fictional, unrelated to anyone

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The smell produced from the process of working long fabrics with various motifs is very distinctive.

For those who work there is very familiar with the smell but for Laras the smell is very foreign. Maybe he will get used to it after he has had his days

the day at the house.

"These are five kinds of Bu Rani. All the basic ingredients I'm taking, can't you?"

"Can. Of course."

Bu Maharani took Bu Ati plain material without motif along with equipment to paint the cloth and handed it to Bu Ati. Finished with his business, Bu Ati paid a farewell to the owner of the house and the place of business. Staying with the Maharani Mother.

"What does Nak Laras need?"

"This is Mom I asked Mom to deliver this."

Laras handed over the goods he carried. Just like Ati's mother, Laras also worked with Maharani's mother. It's just that they do not come to the place of the business owner but only come to take the materials and at home do it. If it has been given a motive handed back to the Empress Mother for sale.

"Oiya, just put it here. You guys want to get the ingredients, right?"

"Yes mom. I said two first."

"alright. That's material. Hmmm Laras, you're not connecting schools anymore?"

Laras. The economic circumstances of his parents did not allow Laras to continue to college.

"No ma'am, I don't have any fees."

"Don't be too sad, Laras. It's true sometimes what we want doesn't always come true, but we still have to be excited."

"Yes Mom. Excuse me, ma'am."

Maharani's mother nodded her head and watched Laras' back. The barrel that made Maharani's mother interested in making her a daughter in the house because Maharani's mother had

three boys, not one girl.

What Ibu Maharani wants is now accomplished. Laras had lived in the house of the businessman in his city according to the request of the Maharani Mother.

For him the ideal of high school must be set aside to see both parents happy. Especially the father, the father strongly encouraged Laras to accept the invitation of the Empress Mother to stay with him and become his adopted son. His father said there Laras will get a better life and can continue college with the help of Mother Maharani. Their house was also not far away, only five hundred meters back and forth.

Laras was allowed to visit his parents whenever he wanted, but Laras was so self-aware that he chose the end of the week as the day for him to return home.

"Just note who handed over the cloth and who took the plain cloth. These books. You understand Laras?"

"Understand Mother."

"And one more thing, mami asked for help that room was cleaned if Vim did not exist. Oiya don't call Mom but just call mom just like your other sisters."

"Nice mi."

"This is your room. Put your things in their place."

Maharani's mother invited Laras into a fairly large room in the middle of the house.

"Feature as your own home, from now on you are like any other mother's child."

"Thank you mami.Laras did not know what else to say to mami. Mami's been good with Laras, make Laras the foster child of mami."

"Mii..Mi! Where's mommy?!"

"Mommy's here Vim."

"Where?!"

"In this room. What's up?"

"Huuhh mami did it there. It's kos_why is he here?"

The third Mother Maharani's son watched Laras from top to bottom with a suspicious look. Pride colored his attitude. Her high nose made her look even more haughty and unfriendly.

"From today Laras lives here, he's part of our family. Think of him as your brother."

"It doesn't really matter to me."

The man was Vim Vano's older brother, ignoring the words of his mother.

"Vim, Laras can help mami's work here. From now on he will clean your room. Remember Vim don't get scolded."

"Huh what mi? Where's aunt going?"

"The baby now provides food for the working people, so as not to spray with you. You're how the aunt can stand with you, if you like to mess around."

"Ya Bibik really moved the task anyway mih. Can she work as clean as a aunt?"

Vim's index finger leads to the Barrel. From then on Laras was just like a statue, just listening to the conversation of the mother and child.

"Yes can dong. You doubt Laras' abilities?"

"Sniff's son is so." The top of Vim's lips lifted slightly.

"Eeee Vim, talk to you..."

"I'm out here, in my mom's car."

"I'm using Vim's mami's car! Vim!"

Maharani's mother goes after Vim but the one called has disappeared in her mother's pink car. Maharani's mother regretted putting the car keys on her desk, so Vim easily picked them up. Usually Mother Maharani put in her room.

As if he was calling me a snot boy. Is not strange, the body with an athletic body using a pink car, thought Laras.

"Yes already Laras, you can rest first or get acquainted further with the aunt in the back. Tomorrow morning start helping

mommy is."

"Yes mi. Barrels will finish the shirt first."

"Yes. After the night, we ate together. Remember don't be late, the young shouldn't be late."

Laras did not mind at all staying and was given a task there because of the kind Mother Empress. Very different from his son who had spread the aroma of arrogance.

...~~...

It was time for dinner to arrive, all already occupying positions in their respective seats, there were papi, mami, Vim and Vano. Vim looks restless and Vano is busy with the gadget in hand. For a long time that child, my stomach can not be invited to compromise the inner Vim.

Vim began to play his spoon a sign of boredom struck, as soon as the occupied seat had shifted back and Vim stood up. Papi watched through the tail of his eyes and mami shook her head.

"Slowly out, all the speed is waiting."

The door to the room is wide open. Inside the room, Baras grimaced holding his aching stomach.

"sorry. Tell everyone I'm not going to dinner. My stomach hurts."

Vim watched carefully whether Laras was really sick or just pretending. Her heart was moved to help and offer medicine but her memory acted more quickly to show a recording a few months ago of her lover choosing someone else over Vim.

Allowing wounds and scars that have not dried up to the point that Vim became very condemning to women.

He has been hating women ever since.

"Give your stomach the oil of the wind."

The intonation of Vim's voice was slightly lower than before, there was still a remnant of tenderness for the creature called woman. He wanted to see the face of Laras rather pias.

"I don't have any wind oil."

In order to remember his parents and younger brother waiting at the dinner table, Vim leaves Laras. Dinner was over the clock.

"He's got a stomachache. Why not say it before. We waited a long time."

"Astomach pain? What are you asking for?"

"No mi. Why ask."

"And you didn't give him Vim's medicine?"

"I'm too hungry tonight mi. Mommy can give him some medicine later."

The silence on the dining table was again felt, the clanking of spoons and forks was not heard at all.

"I first. I have a task to complete."

Vano finished dinner, followed by papi and mami. The last vim because it adds to the portion of the meal.

"Vim, come here for a minute."

Almost Vim passed through the door of his own room when Vim heard his name called mami. The Vim and Barrel rooms are next to each other.

"What's up mi."

"Vim please raise the barrel so you can lie on the bed. What a pity your sister. Mommy's gonna get some wind oil."

He is not my brother, our blood is different, Vim said in his heart. There is absolutely no blood lineage. Better to call a big sister just meet.

"Not yet."

"I can do it alone, no need to help." Barrel refused to be helped.

As much as possible Laras got up but just tried to lift his body to stand up, the pain that Laras felt on his stomach increased to make Laras almost lost balance.

Vim's burly hands held Baras' body and Baras' back leaned against Vim's chest. The fragrance of the unravelled hair drained a subtle swish on Vim's chest. He immediately raised Laras with both hands and put Baras down

above the bed.

"Where is sick Barrel. Mami oil wind."

"The barrel can be alone mi."

"Yes, take this oil."

Wind oil has been given by mami but Laras urung rubbed it on the stomach because he saw Vim still standing in front of him. The Barrel's eye leads to the Vim.

"Go and I will apply this medicine immediately. Do you want to see my stomach?" Laras asked himself, without daring to speak to Vim.

"What's wrong with the barrel. Why her?"

Vano came with anxiety on the look on his face.

"Instomach pain. Maybe Laras got a cold."

"Don't. No mas, I can eat in the kitchen later."

"You definitely won't do it. Drink warm tea and bread. I'll get it."

The chance to play together that has been formed since they were children does not make them distant as friends, Laras and Vano very close. Even Vano looks more protective of Laras if there are friends who make Laras cry.

"So much cannabis. Soon you'll be feeding him Van hhh...Just put the tray next to him."

"Vim just let Vano help Laras."Maharani's mother interrupted.

It seems like mami and Vano have been bewitched by Laras, Vim thought. Their attention poured out for Laras, the woman who inevitably had to be considered a sister by them.

Vano's smile expands to see Laras finish his food. The tray next to Laras is taken back by Vano making Vim even more disliked.

"Come on, rest, son. Vim, Vano let's go out."

"Yes mi."Laras answered his adoptive mother's words.

Laras's gaze followed the three of them leaving Laras in solitude. For now Laras feels grateful to be among them even though Vim's attitude towards Laras is not as welcoming as Vano.

...~~...

Laras began to be preoccupied with activities in his new home. Cleaning Vim's room after the room was empty left the owner went to work, preparing the workers' meals at the table after cooking by the cook and receiving the results of the work Mothers who had finished painting their long cloths. For merchandise that is ready to be marketed not every day the Housewives were delivering to the house of the Empress Mother.

All of that was not exhausting for Baras. Vim room is not too dirty with garbage, Laras only need to tidy the bed, hang clothes placed randomly on the sofa or on the bed, then bring dirty clothes to the back.

Baras straightened his body after picking up a towel and shorts lying on the edge of the bed when Vim's voice left Laras in a shocked bead.

"How long have you been cleaning up

this room. I'm gonna take a break. Move aside."

Vim Ketus voice. The barrel hangs the towel in place and also the pants that are being held by Laras.

"I'm done. Can't say with low volume."

"can't. It's still low volume. You better get out, I'm sleepy."

But Vim notices Laras not walking out of his room but rather walking closer to the nightstand.

"I'm asking you out. What are you going to do there?"

"I'm sorry I took this."

"Yes, get out quickly. You're bothering me."

Baras hair tie almost left behind and can be a resident of Vim's garbage basket if Vim throw it there. Vim likes to be the same Barrel for no apparent reason. When speaking to Barrel often in high tones.

"It's been a long way.Keong!"

"If I'm a conch, mas_.."

"Bare you.."

The barrel hurriedly closed the door of Vim's room before Vim's bitter words rained down on Laras again.

It's not important Vim likes it or not, Laras doesn't think too much about it. Baras

vim's words to him are just ordinary sentences that need not be ignored and put into the heart.

Baras did not feel inferior about the work he was given. In addition to Laras already considered as part of the house, Laras was given money every month from the sweat of working there. Outside of the allowance given every day by Mr. Dewantara the husband of the Maharani Mother.

From there Laras can save his own money after some he gave to his mother. On the one hand Laras likes to make money with his own sweat but on the other hand Laras feels lost youth

especially the opportunity to study.

"Non Laras, is Mas Vim inside?"

"There sir, why sir? Looks like I'm going to sleep."

"There is this guest. How yes."

"Bad try to wake up. I don't dare."

"All right, non."

The barrel picks the pass from the very spacious living room and finds out who Vim's guests are.

Near the sofa of the living room Laras found someone standing waiting.

Just now Laras nodded his head to the guest and the guest also did the same with a thin smile that adorned his face. But the Vim who had appeared directed Laras was not there.

"Large Ent. Let us both. Mommy's looking for you inside."

"Oh, mommy's home."

"Yes. Go awayl. When did you come Ed. Didn't tell you before?"

Perhaps Edo's presence forced Vim to speak a little softly to Laras to preserve his dignity. The two adult men embrace each other.

"Yesterday afternoon. You healthy?"

"healthy. Are you healthy too?"

"This way. Then you're not going to Japan anymore?"

"Still, just for the holidays. I guess I'll just pick a girl here."

"Hey, where are you going, your girl there."

"Ahh my heart is not bound there. My instincts call me back and God gives way through the company that sent me back here."

The barrel returns with a tray of drinks for Vim and his friend.

Drinks are carefully placed. Edo steals a look into Laras' face and Vim notices Edo.

"Where is Bibik?"

"The baby in the kitchen, happened to meet me and give me this drink."

"Yes, that's it."

Edo's view never separated from Laras who returned to the family room, until Laras was not seen again.

"Woiii.ckck your eyes."

"Who is he? A maid?" Ask Edo

"No. She's my sister. Keep your eyes on her."

"Sister? I know your sister's just Vano."

"This is my sister too. Don't try to approach him."

Edo's eyes widened.

"You don't trust me. Say hello to him."

"No. No salutations of all."

"Busyatts..How men want to approach if you haven't already checked that way. That's right."

"I really am this. Don't go near her, if you break you face me."

"Wad. It really is."

"How about you celebrate your return? Where's?"

"The place we used to go there. Tomorrow night only. I'll call Dion."

"drink. You were just talking. Not dry your throat."

"Haha..Yes, I am thirsty. Hmmm this must be as sweet as the one who brought it earlier."

"Yes.yes, and you should be content just looking at it. The rest is not."

"Haha.if fate makes me have it, what would you say. What's name?"

"Wheel. She's my sister. Watch out if you dare approach her."

"Hi bro's. I'm yourfriend. Believe it."

"What empty omong is this. You just want to talk about that? Waste of time."

"Hey, I just came and wanted to see you. Sorry I interrupted your break. So give me a chance to get close to Laras."

"You're serious?"

The head of Edo nodded.

Vim was so surprised by Edo who was excited to talk about Laras. Edo met with Laras this time. Tucked worry in Vim's heart if Edo managed to attract the attention of Laras, then Laras likes Edo. His heart was not willing to do so even though Edo was one of his best friends.

"You yourself survive this way. Until when did you just give the girls false hope. It's time to think of yourself before you step over Vano."

"Those who come to me. I never start first."

"But you responded to them, until they depended on you and you finally left."

"That's all and nothing more." Vim tries to dismiss Edo's words.

Edo took a deep breath and exhaled again. Straightening his back to ninety degrees with his thighs.

" I'm going home first Vim. Connect later tonight."

The engine of Edo's car has lit up a sign that the owner will soon be taken away from his friend's yard. His smile spread while his eyes caught the movement of the barrel from the car glass. Vim could see that and immediately waved the five fingers as code for Edo to leave immediately.

"Why is that there?"

Vim asked Laras who was standing next to the fish pond.

"It looks like the fish is hungry, I want to feed it."

"You ask first Mr. Is, have been fed or not."

"Yes, but I didn't see Mr. Is from earlier."

"Make me some milk coffee and take it to the room."

"Yes, I made it."

Vim turns the body leaving Barrel. It was strange that he felt a rumble in his chest just now. The barrel of yesterday afternoon's nineteen-year-old boy shook his heart.

The movements of the Baras, his hair that was scratched and the cheeks of the Baras reddish exposed to the reflection of sunlight were able to make Vim stunned and did not want to turn his face away from the Baras Truly Baras was naturally beautiful.Vim was reluctant to admit it.