DEANNA
Deane-18

Deana's gaze was so fixed towards Raffi and Sonia who were hugging tightly. As if he was venting a passionate longing because he had not met for a long time. Without notice, the clear liquid was about to force out from both corners of the woman's eyes.

If he had been allowed to meet his father, Deana would have done the same. Cuddle each other tightly to let go of longing. However, he did not know when it would happen or it could be something that could not happen for him.

"He who?" ask Sonia when she just dropped Raffi.

"Mbak Deana's. Raffi, Ma" said Raffi without releasing his hand from Sonia's arm.

Sonia's gaze was so fixed from head to toe that Deana made the girl feel bad. Deana looked down deeply and thought about whether there was something wrong in her. Why did Sonia look at him until like that.

"Ma, Raffi wants to eat with mama" whined the boy.

"Then we go for a walk." Sonia responded without thinking about it. Indeed this is the reason he came to see Raffi, wanted to play with his son. He had not visited Raffi for a long time.

"Sorry, wait a minute, ma'am. I can't let Den Raffi go carelessly. I have to get permission first with Mas Adit" said Deana stopped Sonia's steps that almost got into the car. 

Sonia smiled cynically. "You should know that I'm more entitled to Raffi because he's my real son. I've been pregnant with it for nine months!" 

"Yes, Madam. But, all this time Den Raffi lived with Mas Adit and now I am in charge of Den Raffi as a nanny." Deana won't lose. He feels he has a great responsibility for Raffi's safety. Although he was sure that Sonia would not do evil to Raffi, but there was no harm in her guarding. 

"You're just a maid! Babysitter! Don't belittle! Poor little belagu!" Sonia really hurt Deana. 

"I know, Miss. But I am still in charge of Den Raffi. I'll contact Mas Adit first, if Mas Adit has given permission, then you can take Den Raffi to eat." Deana picks up the phone Adit gave her. 

The phone was deliberately given so that Deana could easily contact him if there was anything. For example, as it is today. 

"Hallo, Mas Adit. Sorry to interrupt the time. I want to ...." Deana's speech stopped because Sonia had already seized the phone. The girl flinched. While Sonia had put on a hostile face. 

 "Adit, I just want to take Raffi out and eat. I promise I won't do anything. So, I hope you'll never ban it!" sonia said full of decisiveness. The woman was silent for a moment and seemed to be listening to Adit speaking from across the street. "All right." 

Sonia handed the phone back to Deana in a pretty rough gesture. "Adit says it's okay I took Raffi away. So, don't overdo it!" 

Deana just nodded. Sonia invites Raffi to enter, while Deana opens the back door. 

"What do you want!" sonia's jolt surprised Deana. 

"I want to come, Madam. I have to escort Den Raffi" Deana said nervously. 

"No need!" snapped Sonia. Pulling Deana's hand was pretty rough. "I told Adit I wasn't going to take you. So, you better just go home. I want to enjoy time with my son without any distractions from anyone!" 

"Sorry, Madam." Deana cupped both hands in front of her chest. The woman's body trembled in fear of hearing the snapping after snapping from Sonia. 

In the end, all Deana can do is flinch in place while staring at Sonia's car slowly away from the opposition. 

The clock was four o'clock in the afternoon, but Raffi had not yet returned. Deana had been waiting anxiously at the main door. He wanted to tell Adit, but he didn't want to interrupt the man's work. Wanted to call Sonia, but she didn't have her number. Finally, all Deana could do was wait and wait. 

"Oh my God, why hasn't Den Raffi come home yet." Deana really is like a frustrated person. He kept pacing and often stared at the gate.

After a while, Adit's car entered the yard. In a hurry, Deana ran up to the man. 

"Master," said Deana, bowing respectfully. 

"Why, De?" ask Adit wonder. Especially after he saw the look on Deana's face filled with worry. 

 "Mas, Den Raffi hasn't come home yet. Is he gonna be okay. Will he come back here. I want to call Mrs Sonia, but I don't have her number" Deana said. 

Adit shook his head while smiling faintly. He did not expect that Deana would be so worried about his son. "You just calm down. Raffi will be home soon. Sonia will never take Raffi away." 

"Oh, so yeah. Thank goodness." Deana breathed a sigh of relief. 

Adit invited the woman in. While there is no Raffi, Adit asks Deana to cook dinner for him. He wanted to eat the woman's cooking. He ate in the village and it tasted great.

When Deana was struggling in the kitchen, Adit went to clean himself first because his body was sticky. After finishing and heading to the dining table, it turns out Deana is still in the kitchen and has not finished cooking. 

"What are you cooking, De?" tanya Adit approached Deana to see what the woman was doing. 

"Pure clear spinach equals sweet corn, Mas. Fried chicken and sambal terasi," said Deana. 

"It looks good." Adit gulped his saliva imagining the cooking. Rarely did he eat vegetables so far that there were meat. 

"Hopefully, Mas. It's just simple cooking, Mom. Honestly, I can't make weird dishes let alone the cuisine of the city people." Deana smiled knot. 

Adit's heart melted, deh. 

"Keep why are you fried tempeh too? Said there's fried chicken." Adit was astonished. 

"Oh, this is for me, Mom. If meat is for Mas Adit and Den Raffi," Deana explained. Drain the fried tempeh that is only given salt and garlic. 

Uncommanded, Adit immediately took it. "It looks good." Adit put the tempeh in his mouth, but he let it out again because it was still hot. 

Deana was unable to hold back the laughter. The girl smiled satisfied especially when she saw the look on Adit's face that looked very funny in her opinion. Adit who was embarrassed because he was laughed at immediately pinched Deana's cheek because of anxiety. 

However, a split second later. Both men were silent and misbehaved. Adit apologizes and leaves because he is ashamed of Deana. 

Oh, Oh my God. You're stupid, Dit! You may not be able to control yourself.