ATIQA
Chapter 7: Afternoon in the house of Dawn

Bu Asri and Atiqah are in the kitchen. This afternoon her husband wants to make fried cassava and corn bakwan, as well as bitter coffee. Atiqah prepared the ingredients, while his mother mixed all the ingredients and seasoned.

"Later take this to the house of Siti's mother" pointed to the pink container. Contains fried cassava and corn bakwan.

"Yes ma'am" replied Atiqah while turning over the fried cornbasket. Cassava is finished fried.

It does not take long to finish fried bakwan. Atiqah is ready to bring the pink container earlier. Passed a few houses to get to Fajar's house.

Atiqah pressed the bell, the sound of the door lock turning, seen Siti bu opening the door.

"Atiqa?" sapa bu Siti while opening the gate of her house.

"Sore budhe"

"Here comes in" Siti's mom pulls Atiqah into the house.

"Atiqah was only told by the mother nganter this is aja budhe" Atiqah thrust the container containing fried food earlier.

"Buddy yes, thank you very much. Ayok sitting here, happened to budhe had bought onde-onde same risoles mayonnaise. Nih..dined first. But budhe just took a shower for a while, papa?" Atiqah nodded, she sat on a chair in the dining room.

Ms. Siti had gone inside her room. While tasting the onde-onde, Atiqah looked around and his gaze stopped at the door of the Dawn room located in front of the family room. That door is still closed.

Atiqah had not entered the house of Dawn for a long time. Not knowing what he was thinking, he got up and walked over to the door of the room. There is nothing special about the door of the room of Dawn. Plain wooden door without brown ornaments.

His hand outstretched to grab the door handle, a second later Fajar opened the door and Atiqah immediately rounded her eyes, surprised. Dawn only wears a towel on the bottom. The bulge "it" is clearly visible.

Brakk....Dawn closed the door of her room. While Atiqah face reddened, he hurriedly sat back in the dining room earlier. He cursed himself. So ashamed to see the half-naked body of Dawn.

Oh, my God..what was that? geez..box box trus.aahhh. Banging his forehead a few times to the table.

"Aren't you dizzy?" chirps of Dawn shortly after closing the door of her room. Atiqah heard clearly but she was embarrassed to raise her face.

Dawn was fully clothed, not like that. The sound of the chair being pulled was heard. "Gapain continue? I've been wearing clothes" plucking onde-onde. Slowly Atiqah raised her head, looking at the embarrassed Dawn.

"Your cheeks are red Atiq" ledek Fajar. He deliberately did that, he knew Atiqah blushed to see the body of his boxes earlier.

"What the hell is mas. Not really" averted his gaze, now the mayonnaise risoles he chose.

"What time?! the body is good, huh?" Dawn restrained her smile. The nature of the jail is already there for a long time. And it was clear Atiqah was in love, the dawn of her first love.

"Yes, good" said Atiqah keceplosan, immediately closed his mouth. "Uhuk..uhuk" Atiqah pretended to cough. Dawn smiled broadly as she took a drink for Atiqah. "Eat slowly. There are still plenty of snacks, just calm down" rubbing your back. Atiqah felt electrocuted on his back.

"That's why I went home first. Thanks for the snacks" rewind the chair. Atiqah's hand was held by Dawn.

"I want to go home anyway. This food is not finished" said Fajar, then Siti's mom came out of her room with her hair wrapped in a towel.

"Lho...Where is atiqah going? sit down first. Sorry budhe stay a long time" Atiqah sat back down, he hung out with Siti ma'am.

"No" replied Atiqah glancing towards Dawn.

"This is from Atiqah" bu Siti shifted the pink container that Atiqah brought earlier to the front of Dawn.

"Wah bakwan maize equal cassava fried. It's good same coffee milk buk" Dawn grimacing, want to make milk coffee by his mother bu Siti.

"Yes yes...Atiqah want what? sweet tea?" ask Siti while continuing to step her foot into the kitchen. Atiqah followed because it was not tasty.

"Yaudah, here's the coffee.this is the milk.this is the same sugar" put it all to the side of the glass.

"Yes budhe" his hand moved, concocting milk coffee for Dawn then two sweet teas for bu Siti and himself.

Slowly but surely, Atiqah carried a tray towards the dining table. Bu Siti and Fajar are still sitting there while enjoying the food brought by Atiqah earlier.

"All the food that your mother makes is always delicious" Siti said to Atiqah, her hand receiving sweet tea.

"Thank you budhe, Atiqah's coming to mom" smiled sweetly.

"Your homemade milk coffee is also delicious. I like it" now Fajar commented. Bu Siti smiled meaningfully as she saw the change in Atiqah's face, blushing.

"Don't munchalin girls. Selesein used to be his college work, new lamar Atiqah" Fajar laughed at his mother's bright words. Atiqah was embarrassed.

Bu Siti has often told Fajar how she likes Atiqah. Bu Siti wants Atiqah to become her son-in-law later.

"I already have Sherly buk" Fajar's reply sounded heartbreaking Atiqah. It's free to have the support of Ms. Siti but her son just doesn't have a taste for her. In the mind of Atiqah.

"I told you yesterday. I don't fit in with Sherly. He's a rich kid who can't do anything. Later you are not taken care of, left to go wandering alone. You also bother later. Hold my mother's talk" Siti saw for herself a few days ago Fajar brought Sherly to stay at home. The girl could do nothing, just sit and spoiled with her son. Ask to be served this. Lady Siti was upset, also irritated.

"Buk.ada Atiqah" murmured Fajar to his mother who was sitting next to him.

"Ehem.ehem" Mr. Aji's voice cleared his throat, entered the house.

"Eh, I've come home" Siti got up and took over the bag in her hand.

"Ada Atiqah" Mr. Aji stared at Atiqah.

"Yes Pakdhe" nodded, smiling.

"Bring first sir" drove her husband into the room.

Atiqah and Dawn in the dining room. Awkwardness feels. Atiqah chose to play with her index finger around the lips of her sweet tea glass. Fajr stared at the whole room. When they met. Dawn grimaced while scratching her nape.

"Emm.mas, I want maghrib. I'll go home first. Thanks for the food as well as the sweet tea" This time Atiqah really will go home.

"Oh that? okay deh.bentar again emang maughrib. It's not good to be outside. Thank you also the same hunks cassava" walked parallel to take Atiqah to the door of the house.

"Same with mas. Same budhe sama pakdhe, I go home ya mas" Fajar nodded. "Eh yes...Ardi apologized the same about last night" flicked his steps in front of the gate.

"Okay, no problem. I'm sorry about that"

"But the wound.." pointed to the corner of Dawn's lips.

Dawn felt the corner of her lips. "Udah healed. Just a little wound, no need to worry".

"Thankful for that. Yaudah, I'm going home. The spirit of dapetin blessing from budhe Siti" encouraged Dawn.

Atiqah quickly returned to her home. His heart felt mixed. Between happy and disappointed.

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