Crescencia
Chapter 3

The bell ending the lesson rings out loud. The entire student breathed a sigh of relief. Likewise with Crescencia who was putting all his books scattered on the table into a bag. His temples were a little wet from the last lesson that drained his brain of thinking hard.

Before leaving class, Crescensia had spoken goodbye to all her classmates. Both Crescensia's short legs swung alone in the crowded school corridor. Her tiny lips began to hum a little.

"Imag ...!"

Crescensia stopped his steps suddenly. Her tiny body was almost hit by someone behind her. Crescencia turned her head, slightly frowning as someone ran towards her.

"Hi, Cha!" greet the man with a big smile.

"Hi," replied Crescensia kindly, but the frown on her forehead had not yet disappeared. "Who?" ask Crescencia at the end.

The person in front of him gasped. His eyes are perfectly rounded. It seemed like he was surprised to hear Crescencia's question just now.

"Gue Galang, Cha. Icha's girlfriend," Galang replied in a hoarse-sounding voice.

"Huh?" Now Crescensia was surprised to hear Galang's answer. "When did Galang become Icha's girlfriend?" ask Crescensia again. A ferocious heart instantly slipped out, like a hot pointed spear that struck his chest. That short question instantly made his heart break into pieces.

"So, Cha. Time in the cafeteria," Galang said in a raucous voice. How could he be forgotten with just a blink of an eye?

"So Icha who we want to date," continued Galang with his head lowered. His breathing was increasingly tight with both shoulders falling limp.

"Oh, yes!" Crescensia immediately patted his eel. "Sorry, Icha forgot that Galang is Icha's girlfriend. Icha's brain likes to forget because of the super difficult chemistry. Sorry about the Galang."

The roar immediately raised its head. His thick lips immediately smiled. But both of his eyes were staring at Crescensia with sadness. Galang nodded, his hand stretched out to gently shake the top of Crescensia's head.

"Thank you for being my girlfriend for less than four hours, Cha." Galang said raucous. Galang took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Sorry, Cha. It seems like we are not suitable for dating," continued Galang by forcing his lips to continue to rise.

Both eyes of Crescensia blinked at the sad face of Galang. "Didn't like Icha?" asked Crescensia innocently.

Galang was now smiling, not from being forced, but a smile that looked very sincere.

"Likes, Cha. But ... I don't think we're suitable for dating. Icha don't mind being Galang's best friend?"

Crescensia smile. His head shakes a little. "No, Galang. Icha also thanks for Galang who already wants to be Icha's girlfriend. And buyin Icha cilok, hehe."

Galang. His hand now pinched Crescencia's cheek softly in anxiety. "Yes, Cha. If there's anything to do with me, don't hesitate."

Crescencia's head nodded comically, then tidied up his slightly messy bangs.

"If so, Icha go home first, Galang," said Crescencia.

"Hm. What are you going home for?"

Crescencia lips curl. Her tiny body swayed here and there while grasping both sides of her bag strap.

"Icha ... ride the ojek online again kayaknya."

"If so, go home with me, Cha--ja"

"Icha come home with me!"

The heads of Crescencia and Galang simultaneously turned to the voice of someone who suddenly interrupted.

"Nando ...."

"Lo come home with me, Cha!" Nando grabbed Crescencia's left hand, then clasped it.

Crescencia's tiny body automatically dragged slightly as Nando began to step up. Even Crescencia slightly ran small by shouting Nando's name. On the other hand, Galang who saw it all could only smile wryly. Staring at the two backs that began to move away from before him.

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Crescencia jumped off Nando's bike as they reached his front. A pair of Nando's eyes glared at Crescencia's house that looked deserted.

"Thank you, Ndo. It was anterin Icha. Although more precisely, Icha has already caught on!" Crescencia frowned, while Nando just laughed happily.Hand outstretched to take the helmet that Crescencia thrust.

The heads of the two of them simultaneously turned their heads when they heard the sound of a motorbike that also stopped in front of the Crescencia house. Crescencia, who knew who the man was, quickly opened the fence.

"Who?" ask Nando curiously. Especially seeing a tall man who just got off his bike.

"Sister, Icha," replied Crescencia straightforwardly. "When that happens, Nando goes home. Icha want to come in."

Crescencia's eyes blinked. "Yes." Yeah."

"There's no talk of nawarin coming in, is that it?"

"No! Later Nando just finish the snacks in the jar."

"Evil ...." Nando frowned with an ugly bent face.

"Udah there. Faces are ugly, don't need to be ugly!" crescencia orders cruelly.

"Hm. Yaudah. I went home" said Nando resigned. Nando restarted the engine. Then, pass from there.

...🌹...

Crescencia went down the stairs from her room on the second floor. Now with a fresh appearance. Crescencia's steps swung lightly towards the kitchen. Smiling kindly to Mira, the housekeeper who worked in this house for almost eleven years.

"Icha, want to make some more bread?" tanya Mira approached when she saw her employer's son was busy with flour and butter.

Crescencia looked over, then smiled sweetly.

"Yes, Bi. Icha make more bread. Make Sister Dika. Brother Dika must love the same bread made by Icha."

Yes, since yesterday, Crescencia did make some steamed bread. In addition to being eaten alone, Crescencia also leaves one steamed bun in her stepbrother's room. I hope her brother likes her bread.

Mira, who had been smiling, now turned sad after hearing the words from Crescencia.

"Sorry, Icha. Last time I finished Dika's room, I saw that Icha's bread wasn't eaten."

Crescencia stops the movement of stirring the dough. His pair of eyes looked at Mira in disbelief.

"Oh, huh? Ah, surely Sister Dika had not had time for breakfast. Gapapa, it'll be eaten."

Mira gave a small smile hearing Crescencia who looked excited. Mira resumed her activities to prepare dinner.

The head of Crescencia. The corner of her lips lifted back up when she saw Dika coming out of the room. Crescencia immediately ran, approaching towards Dika who looked very neat, as if he was about to go again somewhere.

"Sir Dika ...!" crescencia.

"Where are you going, brother?" Crescencia slightly ran small following Dika's long steps. But Dika did not respond at all to Crescencia. Not even glancing at the girl in the slightest. It was as if Crescencia was invisible in his eyes.

"Sir Dika! Last morning Icha madein brother bread, why not eat it?"

Dika's steps stopped. His head looked at Mira who was also staring at him.

"You!" Dika pointed at Mira very coldly. "Dispose the bread in the room to the trash!"

Crescencia's body stiffened instantly. A sense of tightness instantly crept into his chest. Unknowingly, a clear liquid flowed down both of her cheeks, staring at Dika's back that just left.

"Why ...."

Crescencia ran towards Dika's unlocked room. His two eyes immediately stared at the steamed bread he made yesterday morning with a pus. The bread still looks whole on the table.

"Enak, kok ..." Crescencia's great-grandson ate a little of that bread.

"Imagc ...." Mira pokes out from behind the door. Walking closer and touching Crescencia's shoulder.

"It feels good, Bi. Why would Brother Dika want Aunt to throw this bread away? Even though Kak Dika has not tried it," asked Crescencia to look at Mira who he called the aunt degan sad.

Mira who saw the look on Crescencia's face immediately exhaled a heavy breath. The corner of his lips he forced to smile in front of Crescencia. Although only one week Crescencia in this house, but Mira already consider Crescencia as her own child.

"Perhaps, Dika doesn't like steamed bread," Mira replies trying to comfort Crescencia.

"No one likes it, Kok! Icha's seen brother Dika eat a lot of steamed bread. Surely Kak Dika also likes the same steamed bread made by Icha!" crescencia was very confident.

"But, Cha-"

"If so, Icha will continue making steamed bread again, Bi! I hope tomorrow Brother Dika will eat Icha's bread." Crescencia pulled the tip of her lips up.

Mira's pair of eyes stared at Crescencia's back, which began to drift away. His head was immediately bowed in lethargy.

"How can you understand, Cha ...."