Childfree
Chapter 4

Dilla immediately turned her head towards the source of the voice, seeing Siska coming towards her with a tray filled with iced tea. Siska immediately presented it on the table, one for her and one for her guests. "Diminum, Dil." he said.

"Yes, Sis. Thank you," Siska replied with a faint smile adorning her lips.

While Siska himself directly sat his butt on the sofa on the left of Dilla.

Dilla herself was still paying attention to the drink in front of her, there was still no intention for her to touch the drink. In contrast to Siska who immediately reached out his hand to grab an iced tea that looks so tempting to be blessed in this hot weather.

Glek .. glek ..

Siska seemed to enjoy it so much, Dilla noticed that the liquid thing went into Siska's mouth and finally slid down her throat. Even Siska downed it many times, leaving only about half a glass left when Siska put it back on the table.

"No drinking, Dil?" the sudden tan that made Dilla immediately gasp in shock.

"Oh, yes." Dilla hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the glass of tea, she watched slowly until it was really close to her face.

It's nothing, he's doing this because it's trauma. When he bought a drink like this, he accidentally saw the dirt in his drink, since then he has always been concerned with drinks or food that comes from a place that he considers not sterile.

Dilla closed her eyes as the glass touched her lips.

Glc ...

"God ...." Dilla did deliberately let out the sound, when a mouthful of the drink managed to get into his throat. He put his glass back on the table.

Dilla's view immediately turned to the door that connects the front with the advanced part of this house. "Totally quiet?" ask him pleasantries.

"Yes, here. Again on the out, usually the fishing," replied Siska who then immediately changed his sitting position, trying to find a more comfortable position than before. "usually the afternoon home."

"Ohhh ...." Dilla nodded her head in understanding, before then her forehead creased back. "where are you going? There's a fish pond here, huh?"

"Not a fish pond, but a pond. Noh, there ... same neighbors." replied Siska while pointing outwards using her chin.

Dilla immediately grimaced to hear the brief explanation of his friend, not to be out of thought with what they did.

With all her strength Dilla refrained herself from fanning her face with her hands, even though she actually felt so hot while she was here. However, when he turned to Siska, for the umpteenth time he was again surprised by Siska's reaction was not at all hot. Precisely there he was just acting like a ghost in the middle of being in the snow.

"Oh, yeah. You want to eat, right? I was cooking a vegetable, "saw Siska who remembered the food this morning. "lo never cook, right?" ask him in a mocking tone.

Dilla immediately shook her head. "No need, anyways, that's what it was." Reject Dilla who finally found a good reason. To be honest, even though he had not eaten, he would not want to eat in this Siska house.

Accidentally, Dilla's eyes were fixed on the clock hanging potluck on the wall. "Eh .. go home first, yeah. It's afternoon,"

"Well, you want to go home?" asked Siska who was shocked and almost in disbelief.

"Yes, my husband is coming home soon." Dilla immediately grabbed her bag and quickly got up from her sitting position.

Seeing Dilla who had stood up, suddenly made Siska also stand.

"When I go back, yes."

"Yes." Yeah." Dilla immediately stepped out of Siska's house, of course followed by the owner of the house.

"Geez!"

Dilla's footsteps immediately stopped when she passed Siska's husband suddenly. Look at the appearance of the husband of his best friend. There is nothing strange indeed, but the tone is a little strange according to the style of casual dress according to his version. The look in his eyes also turned to the small figure who was next to the man who was none other than his son.

His heart grimaced at the appearance of the little boy, how could it not? His body looks so shabby with a shirt that looks more like a washcloth, even in front of the bottom of his clothes there are also small holes, which either because it is eaten by rats or nail cuffs, or, he himself did not know and was too lazy to think. See also his face, in the area of his cheeks are also clearly visible snot that has dried up, making Dilla really inexhaustible and do not understand how this friend takes care of his family.

"Would you like to go home?" asked Siska's husband suddenly, making Dilla's view immediately beealih to him.

Dilla gave a faint smile while nodding her head slowly. "Yes, here. It's late afternoon too."

"He said fishing? How do you get fish?" siska asked suddenly.

"I want to go home, he said. So, yeah, yeah. Let's go home," replied the husband.

"Yes, I'm a laper" said the little guy who then stroked his stomach.

"Ah .. yes." Dilla immediately reached into the contents of her bag, then took out several pieces of money hundreds of thousands from it. Dilla leaned her body towards the Siska child and offered her money. "Here, make some ice cream."

However, the little boy was just speechless staring at the money Dilla had thrust. Until then his gaze turned to his father and mother in a beegantian, as if asking for approval through the look of his eyes.

"Oh, don't bother, Sis." refused Siska who then stepped closer to her son, seen Siska squeezing her child's shoulders softly.

Seeing that, Siska smiled faintly. "No papa, you can make ice cream, you like ice cream, right?" dilla asked withholding the unpleasant smell that emanated from the child's body.

The little boy immediately nodded his head with a look of his innocent face, "Yes, like."

"Well .. if so, buy ice cream later." Dilla immediately grabbed the tiny hand and quickly put the money in the tiny hand.

"Eh, ouch, Dil. No need to cash in on everything." Siska immediately took the money from her son's hand and wanted to thrust it back towards Dilla.

"Udah no papa, anyways I'll mention to your son."

Old song cassette rot ...

Pretending not to just make it clearer if he is a hypocrite, he said, of course, a smart person will be able to immediately catch an expression that shows whether the person really does not want to accept it or just pretends not to want to.

"What does aunt say?"

"Thank you, Tan."

"Together," replied Dilla with a faint smile. "yes, I'm back first."

Dilla immediately set her foot toward her car.

"The car's good, buk."