Castes
Parkland

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

A beautiful morning greeted me again. Birds chirping greet the eardrum of every gill on earth. Cold air pierces the skin. The rain had just stopped after an entire night to flush the elite housing.

Nindia who was basically a diligent girl, was now awake. Her long hair was tied together. His face was shining when he finished worshiping. There was no look at all of a haggard face after waking up on the face of the teenage girl.

Nindia came out with a long skirt up to her ankles. Don't forget a sock wrapped in his pale white feet. A long-sleeved shirt with a thick material was chosen, due to the cold air. If you look at it from far away, there is really not an inch of Nindia skin visible.

"This morning the air was cool, but I didn't dare wear short sleeves either." Nindia has her own monologue. It erodes the silence that surrounds him.

Nindia's feet stepped nonstop. Turn off one by one the light switch. From the front yard, to the rooms in every corner of the house.

Nindia put her hands together, rubbing them firmly. Hope the warmth can radiate from that friction. Prepare to open the fridge to pick up some cooking ingredients.

"Nin" called a voice stopping Nindia who was about to pick up a piece of tomato.

He looked back and found Mr. Wildan walking down the stairs. The middle-aged man was wearing a thick jacket combined with long training pants. Not to forget the sports shoes that look very expensive.

"You want to cook?" Wildan asked to be sure what Nindia would do.

"Yes, sir, can I help you?" asked Nindia politely.

Wildan shook his hands lightly. After that, put his frozen hand back into his jacket pocket. He said, "Call me with Dad. There's no Arya here."

Nindia simply nodded her head in conformity to Wildan's request. After all, shouldn't he be the one who is happy because he is allowed to be more familiar with this family.

"Today there's no need to make Nin breakfast. We'll just go for food outside, all morning walks," Wildan said after a long silence. Trying to normalize body temperature.

"Please dress Aya thick jacket. He must be cold with this temperature" Wildan said a bit loudly because Nindia was already in the doorway of Aya's room.

Seeing that Nindia was already nodding her head, Wildan just walked out of the house. Sure enough the temperature outside the house is getting more and more piercing. But, this actually makes it fresh for people who are exercising. Wildan also stretched his hands, removing the stiffness in the muscles.

Not waiting for long, the two girls had already come out of the house. Nindia did Wildan's request very well. Aya looks very cute with moccha colored leggings combined with a large and thick jacket to cover all the neck of the little girl.

"So sleepy?" ask Wildan.

The middle-aged man's hand was still at the top of Aya's head, after he had rubbed it for a while. Wildan's beloved little girl was still closing her eyes and sometimes also back closed. It was so sweet in the eyes of the father.

The three walked side by side. Wildan was on the right, while Aya who was pushed by Nindia was on the left. Sunday morning is a great day for sports with loved ones.

Along the way there are many people. From the old to the young. Those who are in pairs, or alone jogging in the morning.

"Pa, cold." Aya pursed her cute lips, making Wildan Want to pinch her once.

"Have you fully woken up?" satir Wildan who could see the eyes of the princess had opened very wide. So clear and full of innocence.

"So it was still sleepy, but wanted to come along. Brother Nin said to take a walk." Aya chattered the rest of their journey towards the complex garden. Neither Nindia nor Wildan objected at all to it. Instead they were happy to see the cheerful Aya.

Once there, a lot of people are exercising. There is also a relaxed sitting accompanied by a bowl of porridge as breakfast. Mutual chatting with neighbors.

Seeing a green garden filled with various plants and flowers. Aya remembered where she first met Nindia. Instantly, Aya was enthusiastic and looked at Nindia who was still faithful pushing her wheelchair

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