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Sunday came, the day on which all the usual activities were released. And used by a fairly relaxed activity. Like, gathering with family, friends and others.

But not with Kesya. The Sunday was filled with helping the aunt deliver some clothes and take clothes that she wanted to wash in her laundry place.

This is where Kesya, in a house that does not deserve to be called a house, this place is more suitable to be called a palace.

"Is Aunt not mistaken for an address to me huh?" Kesya said, watching her phone screen.

"Try to push the bell once." Next, touch the button attached to the wall.

A few minutes Kesya waited outside the fence, suddenly there was a hand that opened the lock of the fence.

"Sorry Mom, I'm going to grab her dirty laundry. Any?"

"Ohh, there's a. Come on, come on in."

The woman allowed Kesya to enter.

Kesya was allowed to sit in a chair near the entrance, while waiting for the woman to get dirty clothes.

"For a while, neng."

Kesya nodded, then threw a smile at the woman.

Kesya leaned her back against the chair, relaxing all her body that felt stiff as a result of touring this elite complex.

He just realized, it turns out that his aunt customers are on average many from the upper class, including this elite complex.

"It's neng."

The woman was carrying two bags of rice-sized crackles, which were filled with dirty clothes.

"What's mom's name?" Say Kesya while taking out her paper and pen.

"Surti aja neng."

Kesya nodded in understanding, after that put the pen in her bag, and put the paper in the bag of crackle.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

'This Segede house, how many families live here huh?' Inner kesya

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The sound of the motor horn disperse the reverie of Kesya. The bag of crackle that he brought, he threw it just because he was very surprised.

As a result, all the clothes in the bag of crackle fell scattered.

"Oh Allah, here I help you."

The woman half ran towards Kesya who was picking up one by one the clothes that were already messy on the ground.

Someone took off the helmet, and got off the bike. Walking closer towards Kesya, who was still focused on picking up clothes.

"Bi."

The sentence was very clear in Kesya's and the woman's ears. Kesya did not look up to the origin of the voice, only the middle-aged woman looked up at her.

"Den Fagan's home."

The middle-aged woman immediately stood up, and gave a bag of crackles that were already full of dirty clothes to Kesya.

"I per.-" said Kesya stopped.

He felt his body unable to move, his body sculpting like there was a magnet under his sandal that required him to stand here forever.

"Kk_ka fagan!!" Say Kesya stammered, because it was still in shock.

Fagan had turned his head towards Kesya, but turned his face in any direction as long as he did not meet Kesya's eyes.

"Bi, close the gate." Tell Fagan to the middle-aged woman.

But what was told was not to obey Fagan's orders.

"Why is it still there?" Fagan said casually, still with his flat face.

The woman moved her index finger. Fagan followed the direction of the woman's index finger, the direction of the finger pointing to Kesya.

"Lo still got business?" Fagan said with a flat face expressionless.

"Eng-eng_no brother."

"Well, you can get out." Said fagan, and passed away leaving Kesya and her domestic assistant.

"Yes ma'am, no papa. Excuse me ma'am." Said Kesya walking out of the fagan's courtyard.

Outside, Kesya put her dirty clothes in the basket on Kesya's bike. Kesya bike has been modified, so there is a basket placed on the bike back, deliberately to put clothes.

Indeed, the bike has been specifically for the purposes of laundry owned by the tantenya.

He looked towards the big house. "No wonder anyway, if this house has a brother fagan. His grandfather kak fagan aja owner of the foundation, surely his parents kak fagan also rich."

Kesya sighed, rode her bicycle and pedaled it at a steady pace.

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The overcast sky now drops water droplets that wet the asphalt of the road. The air that was originally hot, now turned cool because of the rain.

Kesya marginalized his bike to a stop that was already crowded by bikers, who just shelter while wearing raincoats after it continued its journey, and there are shelter waiting until the rain subsides.

"Luckily, all the clean clothes have been delivered to the owner." Kesya.

Kesya's eyes glanced to the left, watching the people who were in the shade just like him.

"Cold friend."

Kesya looked to his right.

His gaze stopped towards the daughter who was with her parents, the boy whined coldly at his mother. The mother turned to her son, and took off the jacket she was wearing and put on it to her son.

Kesya's heart felt sliced by the sight that made her envious as a child, she also wanted to be spoiled like that by her parents.

God's scenario is beautiful, though. Although Kesya's life has not felt the affection of his parents, but God sent a wingless angel into his life, the Goddess.

Kesya turned her face towards her hands, raised her hands and looked at the clock that was coiling in her hands.

The clock has shown at 17:00. It was late in the afternoon, but the rain had not stopped.

"Duhh, how is it?. The rain hasn't stopped yet."

Anxious began to envelop Kesya, if she did not go home now, Dewi would wash the clothes until late at night. And Kesya does not want it to happen, because the health of the Goddess will decline.

"Well, I'm going home."

"Kesya."

Just as Kesya wanted to step her feet towards the bike, someone called Kesya in a slightly loud voice. Kesya immediately turned to the source of the voice, Kesya narrowed her eyes, sharpening her gaze towards someone who could be seen was a man.

The man approached Kesya, Kesya still did not remember the man. Even he had time to think, what he was as famous as that, until someone shouted his name at a bus stop like this.

"What's going on here?" Ask the man.

"Shame." Answer Kesya who is still confused with the same man standing before her.

Like being able to read minds, the man criticized Kesya's facial expression which looked at him questioningly.

"Why, how are your rich faces confused? You forgot about me?" Ask the man a few times.

Unwilling to disappoint the man, Kesya tries to remember the man. Where had he met this man before?

Kesya remained silent for a while, then answered doubtfully the man's question. "Brother da_dante?"

"Haha, yes I'm Dante." He said with a smile of relief towards Kesya.

"Geez, sorry, I don't know. Brother's sister's a little different at school."

"Hahaha, yes it's more handsome." Dante said confidently.

Kesya put on a smiling face.

"Kid you a joke."

"Yes, brother, no papa. My brother go first yes, sorry brother." Kesya walked towards her bike.

"It still rained." Dante was a little surprised.

"Just drizzle, brother, excuse me." Kesya paddled her bike straight away, and got further and further away from the stop.

Unconsciously Dante looked at Kesya's back further away, the corners of Dante's lips curled upward, forming a very sincere sweet smile. It seemed like soon there would be a special feeling, which would stop in his heart.

Love will come with time.

The To Be Continued...