Why Should I..?.!?

14. Crazy secrets?

A calming afternoon drizzle. I can smell the smell of wet ground by rainwater. Calming soul.

"Kak makes another sausage omelet dong.." Fani approached me who was enjoying the view of the drizzling rain from the living room window.

"Dek do not sausage will continue to be long your face like an omelet sausage loh, more round like sinchan." My reply was a faint smile.

"Can you really?", asked Fani, holding both cheeks. "No way possible."

I laughed and saw my sister's expression. I don't know what he imagined but the way he held his cheeks and the little murmurs on his lips looked very funny.

"No lie to you? Why laugh? Ih can't be evil with a cute Fani know.." grunts her while tugging at the end of the shirt I'm wearing.

"Okay sister make, but tell brother first you same sister Kia have a secret what?"

Fani was silent. His eyes were rubbed a few times. "Do you know where I'm from, and Kia's brother has a secret?" ask her a little.

"From Kia dek pas earlier give candy to you. But he won't tell me when I ask. What is your secret?", I asked a little seriously.

"Oh that's not important kok brother.hehe," said Fani then moved away from me.

"Where are you going?" as fast as lightning I move and I hold my little brother's arm.

"You go to the kitchen, brother. Let's make sausage omelet.. Fani's already so hungry.." His whine while blinking his eyes as if he wanted to cry.

"Haisss.."

I finally accepted my sister's will. Fifteen minutes later the omelet of sausage ordered by the princess was presented on a plate of hello kitty rice, haha it was indeed my sister's plate with a picture of hello kitty.

"Hmmm. Thank you my dear brother, my dearest best terlope-lope anyway." The shake-up is excessive.

Hufffth. I blew the end of my poniku. "If there is a desire to be sky-high, but do not want to share secrets. Hicks..." I pretended to cry in front of him.

"Loh loh kak do not cry dong," Fani immediately stood up and approached me.

Yes. Succeeds. Let's tell the deck what your secret is. My inner

"Jaudah deh Fani tell you, but do not say the same Kia sister yes." He then brought his mouth closer to my right ear. "Actually Kia's sister was told to brother Zidan to take care of the brother of the bullies, Fani continued to be told to disturb if there are men who play to the house of the brother."

Jederrr...!!!

What??? Whatisthis?? Maddened. Whose brother and best friend are you on whose side, anyway? Why would you want to tell Zidan? My inner.

"Sister, don't be angry with Fani.. Fani is honest." Whisper Fani again but with a slower voice. Her fearful expression even looked adorable.

I glared at her, I held her cheeks together and then I coughed her up in an agitation. My whole face was cut without exception.

"Aaaaaaa.. Brother stop brother. haha. Stop brother. Forgive brother. Haha. Amused brother. Older brother. Forgive me..." He shouted as he moved to the right and to the left as he pleased.

"Where? Tastier? Punishment from brother?," Whispered me later.

"Hueekk. Forgive sis.." Whining again.

"Why in the hell would you want to be told to be so the same, brother Zidan?" I was annoyed as well as holding back laughter at the expression of my sister who was very funny.

"At that time the three of us accidentally met when buying chicken noodles. Keep on the deal. Then if you want to help him we will be in the treaty again eating chicken noodles, that's brother." Answer Fani plain.

Plakk..!

I patted my own forehead. "God. Oh Allah the deck is outrageous anyway. Just for the sake of chicken noodles you guys have this crazy secret? Ck ck ck."

Maddened. Really not sane, people. Until using my brother and best friend to spy me all out. Thankfully I refused. It would be crazy if I were his wife. Can't go anywhere. Can't meet another guy. Can't do this. Can't**i**tu. Can rust me locked in a mulu house. My inner.

My shadow of home life has wandered everywhere.

Tok to tok.

"Sister, brother, wake up, your cell phone is ringing, let's pick it up maybe important" cried the mother behind my bedroom door.

"Yes ma'am." I stepped out of the room lazily. My phone lay on the dining table, next to the plastic roses that faithfully beautified the atmosphere of our kitchen.

I saw that mom was teaching Fani how to wash her own dishes. After he finished he continued to watch me fiddling with the phone quietly.

"Who's son?", asked the mother who then sat beside me.

"Don't know ma'am, new number." Answer's short.

Suddenly the sound of an SMS tone came in. Told me I was accepted to work at PT. KingNoodle, the factory where Anis works, and tomorrow already have to gather at the office where applying for work at seven in the morning.

"Mother...." I immediately cried and hugged my mother. Makes my sister cry too and run hugging mom too.

"Eh.. loh why are these children of mothers who are crying together?" ask mom wonder.

"It's welcome work ma'am, tomorrow it's work," I shouted haru.

"Alhamdulillah. finally what you want is granted, son.. Why are you crying on the deck?" mother asked while stroking the top of our heads.

"Aaa Fani is afraid sister crying sister why-why. huaaa.." Fani was crying loudly. I laughed and I hugged my little brother.

"Cup. cup cup. oh unfortunately sister. Brother is moved by you this dear brother. Yes, I cry it. Brother is not papa."

Mom smiled watching our harmony. Although we often fight, often ignorant, often screaming, often arguing, but we still love each other.

"Waduh.. again play this drama really on the hug? Dad not invited?", protest dad who just came home.

We ran into my father's arms. Call for the most comfortable position according to our respective versions.

Mom laughed at our behavior. Banging each other to get the attention of my father.

This is the family I love so much. Where dad always had the most comfortable place for me to lean. Where mother has always been the peaceful place in the moaning. Where there is a ignorant sister who is adorable but loves me sincerely.

Family is where we go home. Where we complain. A place where we share love, stories and struggles.

Family is the most comfortable home for us. Although the house is far from luxurious but the people in it are rich in sincere love for us.

I promise I'll work hard. I will build this house to be more worthy so that mothers and fathers are happy, can spend their old age in a comfortable enough home.

So that my sister is not embarrassed when inviting her friends to play or study groups at home.

So that our usual demeaning neighbors cannot speak again about our lives.

I-i promise.

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