Call Me Rain
Second Wife

"For so long on deck, this clock just came out!" mirza grumbled when she saw Alula coming out of the school gate with a tired face.

It had been almost an hour he waited for Alula beside the school gate, his hair that had been wet after cleaning up earlier, was now dry again.

Alula was speechless, for some reason her heart always warmed up whenever Mirza called her 'adak'.

Alula's forehead frowned in disbelief "Abang?"

"Yes I, um, I've been waiting since, from an hour ago" he said.

Alula was flabbergasted, then she glanced at the clock on her wrist.didn't she usually come out of the gate in this hour? then why did Mirza wait for him for almost an hour?

"Sorry," but Alula bowed down, not daring to say anything.

"Yes, let's go up !" exclaimed Mirza while thrusting the helmet that Alula used to wear and then he climbed on his motorcycle.

As usual, Alula had to reach for Mirza's shoulder when he was about to ride on the motor.His tiny body was always a difficulty when riding the Mirza motorbike which was quite high.

But someone who called him made him look.

"Lalaa," cried Marsha cheerfully.Today they had separated in the parking lot, because today Marsha came home with Dito.

"I'm first yeah." Marsha waved her hand over the motorbike Dito was driving. Alula replies to Marsha's hand, but she immediately bows her head when Dito smiles at her. For some reason she is still not used to interacting with other men.

"You want to go home?" The heavy sound of Mirza made Alula aghast and hurriedly ride her bike.

He now sits perfectly on the back bench, when Mirza starts the engine.

"So brother." he replied before Mirza drove on her motorcycle.he had no choice but to go where Mirza took him.

"Gue.. uh, I'm a laper." I don't know why it's so hard for Mirza to say the word 'me'.

"Eat first yah !" bring him.

Although not seen directly by Mirza, Alula still nodded her head.

Motorcycles driven by Mirza drove through the crowded streets of the capital.the sound of horn honking each other as if scrambling to get to the destination first.

Instead of going to a restaurant or cafe, Mirza turned her bike to a meatball shop, her favorite place with Martin and Marko.

"Lu, um you like meatballs, don't you?" asked Mirza when she had parked her bike perfectly in the shop yard.

Alula nodded, without saying anything.His hand was busy opening the helmet hook, which somehow suddenly felt difficult to escape.

"Why?" mirza's forehead frowned, but a second later she brought her face closer to Alula's side.His hands were busy helping Alula open the hook.

While Alula had to turn her face in the other direction when her face and Mirza's face were only a few inches away.he also tried to control her heartbeat which suddenly beat irregularly. Hmmm sucks.

"Huh, yuk! " take him, after the helmet hook has been removed. Alula nodded as she followed Mirza who was now walking into the meatball shop.

But before actually entering, the corner of his eye had caught a woman dressed in the same uniform as himself, was struggling spoiled on the arm of a man who was far above him, the farmer entered the cafe not far from the store.

Alula frowned to find someone she knew there "Risma?" he muttered softly, yet was still heard by Mirza.

"Who?" tanyakanya.

Alula turned her head "Eh, no. It's no friend of mine." she said.

"Oh," Mirza simply nodded then walked back inside.

Now they are sitting opposite each other waiting for their orders to come. The number of visitors who come makes them have to wait long enough.

Alula circulated her gaze, researching every corner of the tavern. ranging from seating, cutlery, furniture and even the kitchen where the seller prepares his meatballs.nothing fancy, all seems simple.

Now, Alula looked at Mirza with a sense of awe, because Mirza's taste was not as she thought. With abundant wealth, Mirza always appeared simply, for a few days living together in his house, he never heard much demand Mirza.he always ate whatever Mbak Sri or Mama Indri prepared.

Hey. But, what did he say, cool? Hmmm confident once.his inner self by staying down.

Both corners of Mirza's lips were pulled up to form a smile, in order to find Alula's expression that was suddenly nervous.nah 1:1 .

"Gue, um duhh, it's really hard to tell me" said Mirza who was upset with herself.

"I have no problem eating anywhere, the important thing is clean, healthy and certainly delicious.You have to try meatballs here ! this is my favorite place to eat meatballs" he said.

Mirza felt strange to herself, for some reason she could so clearly speak at length to Alula. whereas before, she had never been like that.

Alula smiles at Mirza's words, she is more and more amazed by Mirza's simplicity.

It turns out that they have the same liking, namely meatballs with clear sauce and without soy sauce.just add sambal on top of it.

"Liar is getting spicy, like a neighbor's mouth" Mirza said as she added a spoonful of chili for the second time.

"The mouth of the neighbor's yawning, being used with chilies" said Alula innocently. made Mirza laugh and put dimples on her cheeks that somehow looked so sweet to her..

After spending a bowl full of meatballs, and a glass of orange juice they again split the streets to go home.

They reached the house and found a familiar car parked there. Alula got off the bike, and saw Dad standing at the door welcoming her home.

"Ayaahhh. "he cried so cheerfully, after a few days he did not meet with Father.

"Dad why so long" he said while hugging Dad's body.

Dad just chuckles then says "how's the school?"

"eum, do you know, Sasa also went to school there Well."

Dad frowned trying to remember the name "Sasa?"

"Yes Dad, Marsha's daughter Mother Iren."

But not yet able to remember Dad, Mama Indri's voice behind the door distracts the two.

"Udah kangennya?" Ask Alula.

"You have to get used to being left behind with your father" he said later.

Then Mama Indri whispered in her ear "She's the second wife of her father the Emir." whispered, but still clearly heard in the other ear. made everything laugh, he said, mirza and Pa Sanjaya have just joined them.

"Healthy La?" pa Sanjaya asked after his laughter subsided, he patted Alula's shoulder slowly. Alula simply smiled and nodded in response.

"Alula was asked, her own child!" mirza is standing next to Mama.

Mama whispered in Mirza's ear, "Your Papa's son added, so you're ready for the duet number." Make them back chuckle.

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