Castes
Arya fashion good

Monday morning to welcome the sun with warm rays. There is no cloud covering the Sun to begin his task.

As usual Nindia is awake and will start the activity. Hair in flops with black pauses. Short-sleeved shirts and long skirts became her outfit today.

Walk lightly in a still quiet house. Do the first task, which is to turn off the lights throughout the house. Wh why? Of course because it must be frugal and there is already sunlight that will break through every window blemish of the house.

When going to turn off the front yard lights, he accidentally glanced towards the family room. His eyes were puffed up with his mouth slightly open.

Breathe deeply and then exhale tiredly. Without delaying any longer, Nindia hurriedly turned off all the lights of the house. After that take a broom and a trash can.

Take all the scattered snack packs. Put it in the trash. An empty bowl was brought to the kitchen which made Nindia tighten her jaw.

The usually clean and neatly arranged place now looked like a broken ship. Glasses and pans were scattered on the kitchen table. Then, the noodles were splattered on the floor. Can he cook if his condition is this bad?

Nindia continued to clean the family room. From wiping the table to sweeping the snack crumbs. Get a sofa pillow that has been scattered in the corner of the room. I don't know what Arya did last night.

After feeling the living room was clean, Nindia rushed to clean the kitchen. Realizing that time would not be enough to cook, he chose to buy food outside.

At least he should prepare mentally from now on. It could be Arya will nag and say things that are less unpleasant. Not cooking in the morning is indeed a mistake that can make Arya preach. Nindia knows that.

But, if the situation is forced like this how else. After all if he cooks it will be the same as being exposed to scolding. Breakfast was late and eventually they would all be late starting the day.

Nindia rushed outside the house with a wallet containing money given by Wildan. He gave it, if at any time there is a need to be purchased immediately.

Because in addition to Sunday, all residents of this house do activities outside. Sometimes Nindia thought how it was possible for a house this grand only filled by the three of them.

After walking for a few minutes, Nindia finally arrived at a fairly crowded food stall. The dining area is not far away and is still in the same complex as the stately home of Wildan. She was waiting with other mothers.

"Not cooked today?" ask a mother in a dress full of trinkets. Do not forget some rings, and a gold necklace attached to the body.

"No ma'am, " replied Nindia politely.

"Definitely bad luck?" The mother said slowly. His eyes did not look towards Nindia, but he was sure that the sentence was meant to satirize her.

Nindia simply smiled faintly ignoring the mother. He is known as the master of gossip. Although Nindia has not been in this complex for long, but she has become a gossip for the mother.

Not infrequently he was greeted as before when Nindia went outside the house to buy something. There is always a talk that does not wear the heart just thrown out. Once again, only patience could Nindia do.

"Mom, please take three packs of rice, please" said Nindia after waiting in line for some time.

"good. For a moment," said the mother was friendly.

Nindia looked at the mother smoothly wrapping the food in the message. Even though it was getting late, the food stall was never quiet. It's just getting more and more crowded.

Finished paying for the food, Nindia rushed back home. Aya looked well dressed. On the lap of the little girl was a pink bag.

"Where's Nin from?" asked Aya who saw Nindia begin to move the food she had bought to a plate.

"Why brother?" aya asked again, still not satisfied with the answer given by Nindia.

Not yet able to answer, Wildan came to the dining room. Looking at the cooking menu today was able to make the middle-aged man's forehead wrinkle. Then he said, "Cuisine is over, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Nindia had to clean up the living room and kitchen, so no time to cook." Nindia said honestly, so that there would be no misunderstanding. Especially considered lazy by the owner of the house.

"What happened to those rooms?" asked Wildan who was preparing to sit in his chair.

"Don't know well, this morning Nindia woke up already dirty and messy," said Nindia.

When everything was sitting down, then Arya came with hands that were still busy buttoning the sleeves of the shirt. When all was gathered, Wildan asked Arya to lead the prayer. They ate quietly and without any sound to the outside.

"Arya, what did you do last night?" ask Wildan when he's done with his morning meal.

"Let me guess. Must papa ask like that because the family room and kitchen are messy?" guess Arya. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and placed it in a small litter under the table.

"So it's you who made it messy?" Wildan looked at the son who was still silent expressionlessly.

"sorry. Last night I was starving and there were still a lot of reports to do" Arya said. His eyes looked directly at Nindia.

"I think I can make my own noodles. But it makes the kitchen a mess," continued Arya still with a relaxed look.

The man was sure it must have been Nindia who was into custody from this morning. Judging from the food that is not the cuisine of the girl herself. Then, haggard faces even before they set off to carry out their activities this morning.

Wildan who heard Arya's words became confused. "You've realized the mistake?"

Arya nodded and smiled faintly. He looked back at Nindia after a few seconds of meeting with the papa.

"You're gonna forgive me?" arya asked in a voice pressed down to be softer. Nindia who had also just heard her young master apologize, could only nod her head.

"good. I'm not gonna do shit anymore. I think you're a good man. After this do not call me young master. You can call me brother." After speaking at length, the adult man stood up. It was able to make Nindia, Aya and Wildan become gaping in disbelief.

"You're going with brother or papa, Aya?" asked Arya who had dressed and prepared to go to work.

Aya came to her senses from the shock and worked her eyes several times. He even had to shake his brain which suddenly did not work because of the long speech of the brother.

"I'll leave with papa," Aya replied after a long silence.

"All right." Arya walked away leaving the dining room.

After being convinced that Arya was invisible, Aya immediately voiced out in a whispering voice. "Is Arya's sister wrong to take pa's medicine?"

Wildan just shook his head. He did not understand at all the sudden change of the son. The middle-aged man became somewhat goosebumps and also felt guilty.

Is it possible that Aryan's change was due to his reprimand two days ago?