Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Devan And Cellyn

"Cell!"

That call, that's a call from Darren. Cellyn, who was relaxing in her room, immediately got up from her bed. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already dinnertime. Darren called himself.

Cellyn immediately went downstairs, precisely the living room. Cellyn didn't want to make her father wait too long. Upon Cellyn's arrival in the living room, she could see Darren chatting with a man who was about the same age as Darren. He watched the man carefully, like a stranger, he thought. Rather than make her even more curious, Cellyn chose to approach the two men.

Eh? Papa call me not for dinner?

"Why, Pa?" he asked Darren when he arrived in front of him.

Darren looked up to look at his daughter. "Here, honey," he said, patting the sofa next to him.

He looked at Darren Lamat and nodded. His mind was still drifting away at the man who was now sitting next to him. He seemed to have spent time with him, not only was Cellyn like a stranger to his face. Glanced Darren who was sipping his black coffee, aware of the glance Cellyn, Darren turned to look at his son.

He cleared a moment. "Owh, yes. Cell, this is Om Devan. Do you remember him?" ask Darren.

Cellyn did not immediately reply, she was still silent with a thought that floated somewhere. The memory of his brain was trying to remember about the man in front of him. Cellyn looked at the man intensely, she even began to try to recognize the scent of his perfume. His eyes glared when he managed to remember who the man who had been talking to his father.

"Om Devano Brawirya!" the screech was unintentional.

Darren chuckled while stroking Cellyn's mane. "Hahaha ... You finally remember too, hm?" Cellyn nodded briefly in response.

"How are you, Cell?" ask Devan.

His sight was now completely shifted to her. "Good, Om. How about yourself?" he was punctuated by a small smile.

He's scratching a glance. "good too. You're a big boy, yeah."

Cellyn chuckled at Darren's words. Ah, he's getting good looking, just like Sugar Daddy, he thought. Cellyn immediately brushed off her mind that was starting to wander everywhere. He could feel, Devan looked at himself intensely and it was a success to make him groggy.

As you know, he was Devano Brawirya, Darren's friend when he was in high school. Devan was the one who helped Darren in taking care of Cellyn first. Devan is also the one who always accompanies him wherever he goes. He's just like a biological om to Cellyn. Remembering Father and his mother an only child.

"There's no way she's kept small, Dev," kekeh Darren.

Cellyn smiled awkwardly. "Papa Bener said, Om. Cellyn's childhood continued. Btw, Om married, huh? Must have a son."

He nodded slowly. "Five years ago. My son is only two years old, Cell," he said.

Cellyn is shaking her head in a sign of understanding. His gaze unintentionally caught the ring circling one of Devan's fingers. So, he's really married anyway. Good, at least he's not lonely. It must have been lucky to have a Devano Brawirya, Cellyn thought.

"How areyou? Married already?" Darren shook his head loudly at Devan's question and it made Cellyn snort rudely.

"Haha ... How's my only daughter getting married, Dev? If, his brain contained only a stethoscope, a syringe, an infusion, and so much more" Darren joked.

"Father!" cellyn's sulk is avenged.

"You Doctor?" devan asked, can Cellyn clearly see his surprised look.

"Yes, Om."

"Well, it's pretty, Doctor anyway."

***

The man was enjoying his coffee. He really liked the taste of the coffee his mother made, it tasted different from other coffees. Not only coffee, Refan also likes the cuisine of the Mother. The man sipped his coffee while looking at the mother who was cooking dinner.

"Where's your job, Fan?" ask Diana.

Diana Ashari is a 62-year-old widow. Her husband died of poisoning while Refan was still in college. After police investigation, her late husband died of poisoning by his best friend. Since her husband's death, Diana has lived as a widow. He did not want to get married again.

Diana, the understanding Mother. Caring for Refan alone when Refan was 21. The woman was trained to be strong, she always tried to meet the needs of Refan. In the past, they were not the family they are today. Thanks to the hard work of Refan, they were able to live well.

"Surf it, Mom." Refan looked at Diana with a smile.

The woman's hand with a look cut the vegetables. "Aren't you getting married, Fan? You're that old man" said Diana.

He sighed. "Now, Mom. Refan hasn't found the right woman yet" she replied gently trying to make Diana understand.

"Yo, but don't be late, Fan. Karatan yours later." Refan gave a rude snort hearing the mother's words.

"Mom's apparition!"

***

Alika looked at the father with her smile. He is currently trying to persuade his father to return all his facilities. Yes, the facilities have often been confiscated by his father because of things that Alika thinks are not important.

The mother sighed when she saw the Son was just trying to persuade his father. He was inexhaustible with the behavior of Alika who was far from graceful. The woman is often made dizzy by the behavior of the only child.

"Come, Dad! Turn around the Lika facility!" alika Whine.

"No." The man replied with a gaze fixed on the television screen.

Hearing the father's answer made the woman fiercely sniff. Alika's gaze turned to her mother who was tidying the dining table. He will ask for help this time.

"Bun—"

"If your father says no, Ka. You too, are 28 years old, but still for the children of the bonyok. How do you want to get your husband?" cut Yanti.

"Mother that is! No love Lika, the big butts who are the first to say Lika bar-bar, Bun! Yeah, Lika broke her collarbone, "Alika cerocos.

"In fact you are bar-bar," said Wira.

Yanti Alria and Wira Derata. The parents of Alika, both are a couple far from conflict. They always solve problems with a cold head. When they are angry, they will stay away from each other to cool their heads. Wira is a successful lawyer, while Yanti is just a housewife.

"Ck, Daddy mah!" sentak Alika's.

The hero raised one eyebrow. "You, the owner of a five-star restaurant, the time of the facility that I confiscated you were charged," said Wira.

Alika sighed harshly. Indeed, what Wira confiscated was a gift from him as a birthday gift at the age of 17 years. In fact, Alika has her own car from the results of her labor. However, the gift from Wira is his favorite car.

"It feels different if the car from Dad!"