You My Bucin's

39. Minuses

Tonight Ilham should accompany Alya who is lying sick, but foolishly he obeyed the request of the mad girl who forced her to be his girlfriend last day.

At this time Ilham was sitting on the sofa while facing a woman in her 40s who was smiling kindly at him.

"You're Amel's girlfriend?" ask the woman.

The guy had to nod his head. Melya or Amelya, the name was equally troublesome, could the girl ask Ilham to come to her house to meet the mother of the girl. She said her mother wanted her daughter to have a boyfriend.

Actually he was lazy to comply with his very unreasonable request, but it was very clear if the girl would definitely threaten him. Inspiration can do nothing.

"I think I've seen you, but where?"

"On Ma'am television, he's a famous ceo child" said Melya who sat next to her mother.

The woman was seen remembering the name of the ceo that was meant by her daughter, until one name appeared in her mind. "You're Zayn's son?"

Melya scowled annoyed, her mother was very disrespectful when earlier she had taught her mother to use the word 'master' first. "Mom, his father is a big ceo, mother can not call his name directly like that," he recalled.

Ilham was grieving, why was the girl so appreciative of others but she did not appreciate her own parents. Maybe because this woman is just a foster mother? But Melya should be grateful that there are still good people who want to take care of strange girls like her.

The guy refuted Melya's words."My papa is just like Aunt so it's okay if for example Aunt is comfortable calling my Papa by his name directly."

The woman smiled. "Yes, after all Zayn was my upperclassman, he's so smart he deserves this time he's a successful ceo."

Ilham was surprised, he just found out that his mother Melya was once a school with his father.

"Have you ever been to a school with Mr Zayn?" melya asked in disbelief.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, Zayn has a best friend named Rayna."

"She's my mother Tan" said Ilham.

The woman's face turned sad, but a second later she put on her face again as before."Ah, it turns out she's happy with her childhood friend huh, good, Aunt is happy."

Inspiration noticed the woman who started graying, she felt like she had seen that smile before but somewhere and when.

"Amel actually has a sister" the woman suddenly made Melya open her eyes wide.

The girl rubbed her mother's shoulders with a face made sad. "Mom don't take her anymore, she's not ad-"

"He's still alive Amel! why do you always assume he's dead?" snapped it.

Melya looked at her mother stupefied but she still maintained her sad face so that Ilham would not suspect her.

He held his mother's hand tightly. "Udah ma'am, I know I love her, but please sincerely, she's calm down there ma'am."

The woman gave a sharp snort and shouted, "No Amel! Your brother is alive! I want to see him!"

...*****...

"Is that good for Al?"

Aryan rubbed his daughter's head slowly, at this time Alya had started to be able to sit casually in the family room sofa. This afternoon his fever dropped and in the afternoon he had started to eat with greed, let alone eat with his favorite rendang.

"Alya, have you gone?" reset Aryan.

"It is certain that Yah, when the sick person ate more than two plates" said Devan, who sat on a carpet near his father.

Alya snorted sharply. "Diem lo! I don't like to see people get well."

"Lagian lo sick instead of reduced appetite, even increase appetite, mending lo get better than the pain that there will be later our family becomes poor," explained Devan at length.

Aryan who felt the heat began to enter his house immediately mediate the quarrel of his two children.

"Father dong Van, any of this father's treasure will not run out just because Alya eat rice sebakul same meat sekilo own."

This name is not mediate, but add insult to Alya.

The girl distanced herself from Aryan. He's upset, somehow the more annoying the two people are.

"There is a craving, Yah" said Devan.

"Why be a dad? Aren't you Van first?" buy over.

Alya moved from the sofa, the girl chose to sit on the porch of her house while looking at the stars while waiting for Inspiration. Who knows, right? The guy wants to see Alya, even though he knows it's nine o'clock in the night, where maybe the guy wants to go to his house this night.

Speaking of Ilham, since this afternoon the guy has not contacted Alya, even his last message has not been read or replied to. I don't know where, but Alya's heart was not calm.

The girl looked up at the expanse of stars in the sky, as if she was looking for answers to the questions that filled her mind. "Star, have you seen Ilham Alya's girlfriend? where ya? if you know, tell Alya dong."

He sighed softly and then again said, "Langit, about tomorrow Alya can still hug people Alya dear? will Alya still be able to eat the rendang made by Mother tomorrow?"

Alya chuckled then lowered her head. "What a drama? the cake of the man who would die for nothing." He's monologuing.

A drop of clear liquid fell on his palm. "Gue is very whiny, how to try if the fucking Devan sees me me mewek."

For some reason lately he's become more sensitive, he doesn't like his current self. He looked too weak, and he became even more afraid.

She sucked her snot and wiped her tears, she smiled encouragingly at herself. "Come Alya, do not be weak, if weak later Melya's magic grandmother will easily fall lo."

He again chuckled with tears that were still dripping, even feeling increasingly crowded when mentioning the name earlier. Alya should now not think of things that can make him sad, just until here sadness.

Trinjg...

Alya instantly wiped away the trace of her tears then her hand moved to pick up the mobile phone that was shaking in her pajamas.

His forehead creased as he opened it, the message contained a half-shot of a face, Alya knew exactly who the person in the photo was, but how could it be? does he have to believe?

Canned

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I took ayang lo ya. No chafing, but minus a minute.