Castes
That wasn't planned!

this story is just a writer's work. Not a true story or an exemplary story.Take it good yes

Nindia just finished cooking for dinner. Aya who had wanted to cook, could only see from behind. The girl whined, but remained motionless. How would he want to come to cook if Nindia had blocked all the tools and ingredients, so as not to be reached by him.

Nindia's tiny body always covered Aya's movements that approached the kitchen table. All the equipment was placed near the wall, so that the little girl could not reach him.

Maybe it was cruel, but Nindia did not want to make a gap so that Arya could see the lack of her work again. Maybe next time, he will obey Aya's desire to make amends today.

"Sister Nindia sucks," Aya grumbled that Nindia could clearly hear.

Feeling Nindia was done with the cooking show, Aya turned her wheelchair to the dining table. Seeing every move Nindia painstakingly put the dish. Back and forth carrying one by one food from the kitchen table, until it ended in front of Aya.

Now everything has been arranged neatly, causing a pleasant aroma. Aya tapped her fingers, waiting for her father and brother to come downstairs. The little girl wanted to eat now.

Ten minutes passed, finally the awaited came down. Arya looks really cool in casual clothes. A short-sleeved shirt and also knee-length denim pants. In the back, Wildan shook his head looking at the boy's pretentious style.

Though if you remember Arya never even dressed this neatly if at home. Wildan snorted and walked past the son. The middle-aged man was already impatient. The path was like a newlywed, very slow.

Wildan hurriedly sat down in the family head seat. Arya followed by dragging the chair to the right of the papa. Aya who had been waiting gave a hostile look to that one-of-a-kind sister.

The man did not complain or utter a word. It's just that, he immediately swiftly rubbed Aya's hair. Getting such treatment makes the little one feel challenged to continue the fight.

Nindia who already understood the nature of the two, just reached out her hand. He takes Wildan's empty plate so he can mediate Aya and Arya. The little girl immediately turned her face away, as her brother stuck out his tongue.

After listening to Wildan's plate, Nindia continued with the young master and also Aya. Feeling all had gotten their respective portions, Nindia had just taken the food for herself.

Wildan led the prayer before the meal. They are silent and solemn, grateful for what God is giving at this time. When finished, the food can be eaten with pleasure.

The dining room was quiet. There was only the sound of spoons and forks clanging. It collides with a glass plate that looks very luxurious and classy.

Suddenly Arya looked up. Staring fixedly at Nindia who was still busy with her food. The man's lips move in the same rhythm as the teeth.

"Nin, try to get warm water," said Arya slowly break the silence.

Nindia wordlessly put down the tableware. Moving very slowly towards the kitchen. After taking the drinking water from the dispenser, he moved towards Arya.