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Family Decision

I left behind Mr. Alung's parents, they were still discussing when I left. I hesitated a bit about my answer, whether it was as they wanted it or vice versa, but I'm here trying not to embarrass me. Mr. Alung and Safa looked at me, they realized my arrival.

" How?. " asked Mr. Alung.

It's not as easy as you might think, you old monkey. You've dragged me into your life slowly.

The time for the afternoon shower came, I did not bring a change of clothes, I was confused for sure. Mr. Alung calmed me down and told me to take a shower so that the day would not get dark. I obeyed what Mr. Alung said, I walked to the small bathroom owned by his family, maybe to take a bath two people will not be enough.

After taking a shower, I kept rushing to the room that my mother had provided for me. Mr. Alung thrust his hand carrying a change of clothes, it chose his big sister. I put it on and tidied it up, I sat next to Mr. Alung and started smiling so as not to feel uncomfortable with his sister's clothes.

" You don't dance Ce?, you don't usually dance. " said Mr. Alung. I just shook my head in shame, Mr. Alung again replied to my behavior with a smile.

It was getting dark, Brother Andre came to pick up Mr. Alung, he had promised to go home to the dorm before the Maghrib, but I had to wait for Meyla for a moment, because of the increasing hours Meyla worked. I drove Mr. Alung to the front door, shook hands with him and saw him leave until he was not seen again. Actually I regret my meeting with Mr. Alung, but even I can't avoid this fate.

Pak Alung's family has a habit of praying together, they are better than I thought. After the Maghrib prayer, my mother took me to the kitchen to eat, she forced me even if I didn't want to. Well maybe he thinks I'm embarrassed to eat, but I don't want to if the cuisine of people I don't know yet. Arriving, I received a group message, there was a repeat meeting at the hostel babysitter's house. I was obviously confused because I wasn't in a dorm.

I finally terrorized Mr. Alung with a lot of missed calls and unclear messages from me. With the emoticon crying I said that the emergency, Mr. Alung who realized it directly contact Meyla, he does not want me to be in trouble right. And finally Meyla replied that she had left to pick me up, Meyla was exhausting.

I force me to eat a little rice and vegetables, I like vegetables, I like vegetables because there are vegetables. In the middle of eating again I get a message, but this time not from Mr. Alung.

Pinkkk pink.

💌

+6281********.: this is Cece's sister number huh?, I am Safa brother.

I :ohhh Safa yes. Yes, this is Cece.

I kept Safa's number, along with a second message from her.

💌

Me: hp number deck, I Ndak like to change number.

After getting an answer from me he went past me, actually he was right in front of my eyes, but either because of shame or prestige he greeted me using a message. It doesn't matter if it brings us closer, I don't mind. There is another incoming message following, not from WhatsApp account but from regular SMS. My number is filled with pulses with Safa, does that mean she approved of my relationship with Mr. Alung.

After I got the pulse, I immediately asked Safa, she replied to my question with a smile. The conversation stopped there, my mother came and took me to the living room, Meyla had come to pick me up. Mom stopped my way, she threw the envelope at me, I just fell silent and held the envelope in my hand.

" I beg you, son, thank you for receiving Alung, I am grateful for you as you are" said the mother briefly to me, and hurried to take me to the living room. Once I was in the guest room, Meyla paid her respects because of my urgent business. It doesn't matter if Meyla intervenes, it benefits me anyway.

I went with Meyla, down the crowded city on the street, the city I'd miss for the next few days. Pass the red light and keep going straight. Meyla asked me about how Mr. Alung's parents were to me, and how I was to Mr. Alung's family. We talked while we were on the trip.

Safa gave me a lot of messages of support between me and her sister. Oh yes, Mr. Alung is the first of seven children. His second sister Dzakir, he is a man who is cute duck but charismatic.followed by Lia the third child he is a daughter and the only one who has been married. Furthermore, Ahkam, he was the fourth child, he was more attractive than Mr. Alung and Dzakir even though they both look more handsome, mas Ahkam sweet and friendly, so it was fitting that he was more liked by many people than his two older brothers.

Armila, the fifth child. She's two years older than me, seen in the sweet photo. The position of the child to the good at being occupied by the Fawaid, he was the same age as me, only older I was a few months, I had never met them all, because they were other dormitories. The last Safa, the sweet kebil child, he is the beloved brother of Mr. Alung.

Enough for family introductions, I've been to the dorm, so many kids have seen me. Not that they're at the nanny's house?, why are they here. I who came directly to ask Nisa and Eza, they replied that there was a call to the nanny's house, but suddenly the nanny had a meeting with the dorm donor.

Thankfully, it was a relief not to meet Mr. Revelation. I don't want to see him, he's so creepy to me. Moreover, he had a fierce look. Ahhh, already, don't make me talk about the ugliness of others. I went to Mr. Alung's desk after finding out that the meeting was postponed.

" Mr Alung, you wait for me?. "many of me while walking towards the fourth-grade crowd.

" Ihh, Cece's mother is too pity sir. "the word mbak Aul said my words. Mr. Alung just smiled without defending me, he was engrossed in watching my drama with Aul. Spontaneously, I slipped in front of them.

" It's me, you can't deket deket. "I said making them dumbfounded. That's right, I got lost in it. Anyway what the hell, Abi.

True all this time their guesses, they were finally able to sleep with relief because they had received an answer for my closeness with Mr. Alung.

" Kok pas ya, everyone likes to call me Abi. "the word Mr. Alung makes me turn back the contents of my brain. Abi's? who calls you that romantic.