ALDEBY
|13.| Milkshake Taro Extra Ice Stone

"Sister Aldef?"

Both Aldef's eyebrows linked in wonder. How does this girl know her name?

"Son, how are you?" The girl before Aldef asked again after standing up properly.

"Uuummm .. sorry," Aldef replied as he scratched his non-itchy nape. "We know each other, right?"

The girl was silent for a moment. Apparently, Aldef forgot about him.

"Ah. Sorry, brother," said the shoulder-haired girl after a long silence. "I think I'm wrong. Brother looks exactly like the person I know."

Aldef smiled kindly. "It's okay. Oh, yeah, you're okay, right? Want me to drive you home? Your face is very sharp."

"No need, brother. I'm fine, really. Anyway, my house is close from here."

"Tell?"

"Yes. Thanks, yeah, it was nolongin."

Both corners of Aldef's lips swooped back up. "Together."

"If so, I'll excuse you first, yes."

After getting a nod from Aldef, the girl breezed away. Just three steps away from the spot, Aldef made his step stop.

"Wait!"

"Yes?" The girl turned the body one hundred and eighty degrees to face Aldef.

"Lo's name?"

The girl smiled meaningfully, waving her hand without answering Aldef's question. Meanwhile, the abandoned Aldef felt something was.

"His face is so familiar" Aldef murmured before returning to the car.

***

"Oh my goodness, Poppy! Where are you from, anyway?!"

Just now Poppy was about to press the doorknob, but the door to her house had already been opened from the inside.

"You're okay, right? I'm worried about you."

Poppy smiled widely, hoping that her smile could shake the worry in her brother. "I've finished my texas notebook minjem whose house is near here. I'm okay, brother. Celine's sister is calm, yeah."

Celine gently rubbed the surface of her sister's left cheek that spouted a deathly pale tinge. "Other times, if you need anything, call Brother."

Poppy smiled grinningly, showing her neatly arranged row of graham teeth. "Pulse out."

Celine laughed crisply. "Basic," he said, scrambling Poppy's head to the top. "Bakak bawain nasi goreng for you. We'll eat first, okay?"

"Byeah," said Poppy. "I just happen to not have dinner yet."

"Ye .. You, right, always waiting for Brother to come home if you want to eat dinner."

The two brothers positioned themselves sitting next to the mattress on the floor of— where they slept. Ever since the fire incident that claimed the lives of both of their parents, Celine has been trying her best to make ends meet.

After all, Poppy was the only family Celine had right now. He was willing even though he had to slam bones from morning to morning to finance school and Poppy treatment, as well as their daily needs.

Ja. Cure.

Celine's sister has been suffering from kidney failure for the past two years.

In the past, neither Celine nor Poppy had to bother thinking about the cost of living. But in fact, God loves them more. Right now, Celine could only be patient and keep trying.

"By the way, I just met someone on the street, sister," said Poppy on the sidelines of the chew.

"Who?" reply Celine with an ogah-ogahan expression. Honestly speaking, whoever Poppy met earlier, was not of any interest to Celine at all. "The one you're taking at school?"

"That!!! Notnn!!!" Poppy looked at the older brother in annoyance.

"Keep who? The guy who has a crush on you at school? He shot you? Keep on, you accept, is that it? Ouch, Poppy! You are still second grade Junior High. Don't have to date that."

"Ih! Sister Celine, mah! Where is there a guy who likes sick girls like me?"

Celine quiet. Really am. His intention was to throw a sentence just now just to melt the atmosphere. Celine knew— knew so well that the illness in Poppy limited everything her sister could do.

"Yes already. Sorry, yes," said Celine. "So, who did you meet?"

"Sister Aldef."

"Aldef?" Spontaneously, Celine placed the spoon that was originally in the grasp of her right hand. The girl stared at Poppy's goal. "You mean Aldefra Mahardika?"

***

Aldef parked his car in a minimalist home page with a predominance of white paint. I don't know when was the last time Aldef set foot in this house. What is clear is that he desperately needs the advice of someone who has spent ten years in this house.

Aldef knocked on the door of the house and said hello. "Assalamualaik."

Shortly thereafter, the door opened from the inside, featuring a middle-aged woman in pajamas with flowers of blue dongker.

"Aldef!" The woman looked surprised to see who was standing in the doorway of her house.

The next three seconds, a warm embrace wrapped Aldef's body. Make the man did not hesitate to return the arms of the dark brown haired woman in front of him while smiling sweetly.

"How are you?" asked the curly-haired woman after the hug between them came off.

"Well, Ma," Aldef replied with an unrelenting smile adorning his lips.

To be exact, fifteen years ago, the man Aldef called papa left the world for good. At that time, Aldef was very small to understand what was going on.

His mother—Fitri—married a widower one child, five years later. That day, Aldef's brain was still labelled with the opinion of 'bad stepfather \='. In fact, both the Fitri family and Tio—mendingang Aldef—'s father approved Fitri's request to remarry.

In the end, Aldef chose to live with his mother's grandparents in Semarang. They often brought Aldef to visit his mother during school holidays. And as time went on, Aldef's relationship with his stepfather—Farhan began to intertwine.

However, Aldef refused to live with his parents. It's nothing, Aldef just doesn't want his days to feel awkward. Moreover, with Farhan's daughter who was three years older than him.

Since he was in high school, Aldef has been living alone in an apartment owned by his late father. That way, Aldef can often meet his mother. However, lately Aldef felt less at home living in an apartment owned by his late father. Therefore, Aldef decided to move to Golden Apartment.

"Let's go in!" Fitri grabs Aldef's wrist, then takes him into the living room.

"What do you want to drink?" fitri asked as Aldef sat on the brown sofa on the wall with family photos.

"Mineral water, Ma. It's cold, yeah."

"Ready, Boss!" sahut Fitri while showing a big smile that Aldef replied with a warm smile.

Shortly thereafter, Fitri returned with two glasses of cold mineral water.

"Tumben you're here" Fitri said shortly after they sat facing each other. "Must need some more stuff, huh?"

Aldef smiled smirkingly. Indeed, the man would only come to visit his mother when he needed an advice.

"You know," Aldef replied timidly. "By the way, Mama's home alone?"

"Yes. Papa and your brother haven't come home yet. Again overtime he said."

"Nrank ... Ma ...." Aldef seemed hesitant about what he wanted to say.

"Why? Is there something you want to ask for?"

Aldef scratched his non-itchy nape. His mother is still an expert in guessing the contents of Aldef's head.

Fitri laughed crisply. "Say what to ask for. As long as you can help me, I'll help you."

Aldef stared at his mother's eyes closely. For a moment, the man sighed. Then, a request that had been stuck at the tip of the tongue, was finally revealed.

"Can I come here?"

***

Beby and Kiran chose to sit in the outdoor area of Lomera Cafe. The night wind that blows syahdu brings its own attraction to them, especially Beby.

"Gue order a drink first, yeah. All of you call Lola" said Kiran. "Lo order drinks as usual, right?"

Beby smiled as he nodded briefly. "Milkshake taro extra ice cubes."

"Yes. Hapal has me. It's out of my head." Kiran laughed crisply at the end of the sentence.

While waiting for Lola and Kiran to come, Beby took out a sky blue-covered book from inside her bag. Complete with a small light blue pen that is always ready whenever Beby wants to scratch ink.

A glass of taro milkshake extra ice cubes

Like my heart is still broken

Stay in a place called the past

Thousands of times logic pushes to move forward

But the heart chose to stay there

For my old love, though,

Is there still a way for our hearts to come together?

B.S.A

Along letter after letter, one name that comes to Beby's head: Arka. Until now, there has been no other man who makes Beby feel safe and comfortable when near him. Ja. Haven't. Not no.

"There's still a way, really."

Beby spontaneously closed his book as the baritone's voice penetrated the eardrum. Raga Beby pecked for quite a while. Neutralize the shock caused by the sound.

Shortly thereafter, Beby's brain sent a signal that the baritone's voice sounded familiar to his sense of hearing.

Slowly, Beby turned to the source of the voice. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw who the owner of the voice was.

"L-lo do it here?"

The owner of the baritone voice showed a mysterious smile that made waves of fear roll over Beby's heart. Slowly, the plain black-hated man brought his face closer to Beby's face.

Beby who was still sitting in his position could only stay away with his entire body shaking violently.

"Hi, Amanda."

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