Blooming At It's Time
³⁰ Listening Alora

After talking about releasing many questions stored on Genta, Alora finally headed for her rented house first. At home, Sandra and Harsa are busy trying Alora's gift items. Sandra looked very carefree, just like the reaction Alora expected. However, Alora did not expect Harsa would also be that happy with the gift of Alora that she bought with Alden's money. Seeing the smiles of her two sisters, Alora felt grateful to Alden.

"Kok Alo can know what I want anyway? This is the latest release!" Excited Harsa, with sparkling eyes while trying his new shoes.

"Haha! You really are, Har?" Sandra asked, who also did not expect Harsa's reaction.

"Loof. It's from Alo's sister." Harsa smiled sweetly at Alora and said, "Makasii, Alo!!!"

"Make it Alo!!!" Sahut Sandra's.

"Make it with Alden too. It's all her money."

Sandra gaped at Alora's words, while looking at the large number of items purchased.

"His name... Got a rich husband."

"Sandra! Your mouth!"

Sandra was only a whimper after being reprimanded by Alora.

Alora just stared at the fun of her sisters, almost forgetting her main goal. He only realized when Sandra asked. Otherwise Alora would lose the moment to tell her the difficulty.

"Oh yes, Brother Alo said anyone wants to be talked about?"

"Oh? Yeah..."

"Why, Brother?"

Sandra and Harsa immediately attach full attention to Alora. While Alora prepared herself, she alternately looked into the gazes of Sandra and Harsa.

"You know my office wants to lift a new SPV, right?"

Sandra snapped her finger, "Aaahh! Is Alo really?? Department hike?"

Alora smiled slightly, trying to hide her face. He could not bear to see Sandra who had high expectations. But inevitably he had to say it. So Alora looked back at her sisters, took a breath and confidently told her everything.

"No. I'm resigning..." Alora said in a relaxed tone as possible, with a smile. With the aim of not making his younger siblings worried.

"Why?" Ask Harsa worried.

"Huh? Isn't Alo's brother riding?"

Alora shook her head.

"Why not Alo?" Harsa suddenly raised her voice, pretending to pull on her arm even though she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. "It's crazy that Brother Alo wasn't chosen!"

"Makanyaa!! Who goes up?" Ask Sandra.

"There's... You don't know either."

"Gee... Dalem's man must be!"

Alora chuckles at Sandra's skepticism, "Not... It's not because of that." Alora waved her hand in the air once.

"How long is it?"

"Huh?" Alora immediately looked at Harsa, asking her to repeat the question.

"How long has it been since Alo resigned?"

Alora paused, and finally answered Harsa's question. "Today's a few days."

"Sir Alo is okay?" Now Sandra asked.

From the glare of her two sisters' eyes, Alora knew they were worried. So Alora quickly smiled, then nodded.

"It's okay."

"Thank God. Makasi brother Alo already want to tell."

"Even late." Sandra immediately answered Harsa's words, until the man looked at her in annoyance.

"But thank goodness... Now there's Alden's brother who can directly hear Alo's story." Sandra.

Harsa nodded in agreement. "So Mr. Alo is not pendem all alone anymore."

At that moment, Alora immediately remembered the sentence Alden told her to tell him about the problem with Sandra and Harsa. Beyond Alora's expectations, it turns out that Sandra and Harsa are able to respond well. Although they seem worried, Sandra and Harsa still appreciate Alora's choice. As soon as Alora felt emotional, she realized that her younger siblings had grown older. It feels like just yesterday Sandra and Harsa entered school, now they can take care of each other.

Amidst the brief silence, Sandra clapped her hands once and exclaimed, "Good! Why survive in a kayak company!"

Harsa nodded in agreement.

"Certainly? What is Alo's plan after?" Ask Harsa.

"Well... Find another job..."

"Not work! Just rest! Brother Alo has been working hard since Mother left. Alo, take a rest! Alo's husband is rich. What else do you need to try?" Said Sandra with her impudent mouth. It's too bad Alora punched Sandra's naughty mouth.

"Your mouth, San."

"Yes, Alo doesn't have to work."

"Tumben you're talking a lot, Har?"

"I'm saying one sentence."

"I'm sorry for him." Sandra comforted Alora. "This is too used to work. So it can't be pinned down, it wants to keep working."

"If so, do what Alo wants. It's enough Alo's brother to work for me with Sandra."

"Yes. We can take care of ourselves. Now it's time for Alo to do whatever Alo wants."

Alora looked at Sandra and Harsa alternately. "I'm too old for that..."

"There's no age limit for that. We are free to do what we want until any age." Sandra.

"Sir Alo has been working hard all this time. We're sad Alo never does what Alo wants."

Alora looked at Harsa who had just finished her sentence. Then Alora thought, looking for the thing she had wanted to do. But the longer he searched, the more mixed the memories in his head became. Alora could not find the thing she wanted to do. He's been holding everything for a long time.

"I don't know what I want."

"Then look for it."

"Follow a course maybe, or find volunteering experience, or what a cake..."

"Didn't Alo like cooking? Maybe you can find an experience in a restaurant or cafe." Harsa's Proposal.

"What time?" Alora took a long breath.

Alora doesn't even know that she likes to cook. After Harsa said that, Alora remembered the memories of her cooking with her Mother. It was the most enjoyable activity for Alora. Either because she likes to cook, or because she does it with her mother. Because after the Mother left, Alora considered cooking an obligation to survive.

"Oh! I really want Mommy same sister Alo make a birthday cake Harsa. That's enaaakk bangeet!"

"Yes, right? I'm still snotting." too."

Then Sandra and Harsa laughed, while Alora there tried to dig out the thing she buried deeply.

On the way home, Alora was still lost in thought. Even he was unaware Alden was waiting for him in the living room, and almost went straight into the room.

"Well, is it today?"

"AHH! Since when were you there?!" Alora looked surprised.

"What the hell did you think? Until I haven't seen me here before."

Alora was still stroking her chest, calming her galloping heart.

"Are you happy today? You also shop a lot." Complain Alden.

"Kok you know?"

"My phone is full of notifications."

Alora immediately pursed her lips, unwilling to defend herself. It's true that he used a lot of Alden's money to buy Sandra and Harsa's gifts. Therefore, Alden was now staring confusedly at Alora who seemed to not carry any groceries.

"You're shopping a lot, but don't bring anything?"

"I'm shopping for Sandra with Harsa."

"Huh? Don't buy for yourself?"

Alora shook her head, while Alden let out a long sigh.

"You should buy it for yourself. You don't think about yourself?"

Alora suddenly looked at Alden with a hard to interpret gaze. Noticing the change in Alora's eyes, Alden frowned in astonishment.

"Sandra Harsa said that too."

"Say what?"

"I have to think about myself."

This time it was Alden's turn to be quiet.

"I don't know. They told me to do whatever I wanted. But I don't know."

"Here..." Alden swung his hand, calling Alora to sit with him in the living room. "What-what's your chant?" Alden continued to ask as Alora was already sitting next to him.

"Eitherway. I don't want when was the last time I had an ideal."

Alden was not looking at Alora. He stared at the ceiling of the living room, recalling a long-buried dream of the past. The older we get, the more we forget our dreams and just walk the path. Following the wind direction that pushes the step even though it is heavy. But all of that has passed well to this day. Alora and Alden went through it really well.

"Then look for it."

Alora immediately turned to Alden who was still looking up. Alora did not turn around until the man looked back at her.

"They said that too."

"Masa? Good."

Alora just scrunched her forehead, staring at Alden in confusion.

"Tomorrow you must go out, find a new atmosphere. Shopping for yourself."

"You dictate me?"

"I love the money, right? Mending you're shrinking."

"Huh? What the fuck?"

"Have you eaten?"

"Udah. You?"

Alden was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Eeehh??? Clock this??? Why didn't you say?!" Alora immediately stared at the wall clock that had shown ten o'clock at night. His jacket and bag were left on the sofa, then headed for the kitchen.

"I want to hear your story." Said Alden while following Alora into the kitchen.

While opening the refrigerator, Alora exclaimed in annoyance. "It can be pesen!"

"Nothing is good. Confused what to eat."

"There's eggs! I can cook eggs!"

"Can't you do me."

Alora grumbled in annoyance, then brought some ingredients from the refrigerator to prepare.

"What do you want to cook?"

"Don't ask me to talk!"

Alden laughed, while Alora looked at him as sharp as a dagger ready to stab him at any moment.

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