Dear, Dolls!
Breakfast First

"It'll be ripe soon, Neng. Just wait here. Want tea? Or milk? Aunty made it for Neng Emma," Bi Hara kindly offered Emma a drink.

Emma picked up one of the empty chairs on the kitchen table.

"Mm. Tea can be, Bi. But don't use too much sugar. One spoon. Thanks Bi.." said Emma sincerely.

Emma then observes when Pak Kiman and Bi Hara are busy in the kitchen. The girl propped up her face on her two palms.

"Auntie, if it's Sunday Emma can ask for permission to go home, can't Bi to Lady Sofia?" Ask Emma suddenly.

"Try telling the madam, Neng. Who knows if it is allowed. What's Neng Emma got to do?" Bi Hara asked while throwing hot water from the dispenser into the glass that placed the teabag inside her.

"You're Nengokin Mama, Bi. My mom is on cancer treatment now. Pity Mama because Emma is the only one of her Mama's family in this world" Emma replied with a bright look.

"Yes my. Very sorry, Mama, Neng. Where's Papa Neng Emma going?" Ask Bi Hara again.

This time he was already standing across from Emma and thrusting her a glass of freshly brewed tea.

"Papa died a long time ago, Bi. The incident when Emma was a child," Emma replied in a flat tone.

"Oh my goodness, Neng. It hurt?" Tanya Bi Hara was brief.

"No. Papa drowned while sailing. Mama said so anyway," Emma replied again in the same flat tone.

Emma does not really remember the figure of her late Papa. Because when he was little his Papa often went sailing.

Emma doesn't even remember a single memory with Papa. How shiny.

"Ooh.. The late Papa Neng Emma was a sailor?" Tanya Bi Hara made sure.

"Yes, Bi. I don't know exactly what Papa's job is. But Mama said, Papa just came home every few months. A year at least two to three times to go home" replied Emma again.

The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became quiet. Emma was only aware of her silence after Mr. Kiman suddenly joined her conversation with Bi Hara.

"Who's your mother's name?" Ask Mr. Kiman suddenly with his barito voice.

"Huh?" Emma blinked her eyes in confusion.

'Why did Mr Kiman suddenly follow him? I also need to name my mom. Kayak knows him!' emma's grumbling in heart.

"Your Mama's name. What's his name?" Ask Mr. Kiman to repeat.

At this time Mr. Kiman apparently has finished cooking fried rice for breakfast. The middle-aged man is now standing near the refrigerator, drinking water from a bottle.

Although impressed indifferent, somehow Emma felt that Mr. Kiman waiting for an answer from her.

"What do you need to know?" Emma asked with a defiant look.

Mr. Kiman now looks back at Emma with a fierce look. Bi Hara who saw the situation in the kitchen started to heat up finally tried to dilute the situation by changing the topic of conversation.

"Yes, Neng. Is Mama Neng Emma sick?" Tanya Bi Hara was in a hurry.

Emma realized the meaning of Bi Hara's question. But he did not refuse to answer his question.

"Sick of cancer, Bi. Stage 2 liver cancer" Emma answered straightforwardly.

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The kitchen was back to quiet.

"But Doctor Liani said, Mama can be cured. It is still early stage. So now Mama is preparing for physical recovery first. The matter yesterday ended the accident as well anyway," said Emma told me.

"Geez, Neng! Mama's so sorry, anyway?" Bi Hara looked at Emma with a look of pity.

"Please, Bi. Mom is a tough woman. The toughest woman Emma ever knew. So Mama will not lose with her disease. Emma's sure!" Emma said with confidence.

Bi Hara said no more words. He just kept staring at Emma with a look of pity.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kiman still occasionally downed mineral water while standing in front of the refrigerator. The middle-aged man's attention was fixed on the open window.

Incidentally the view outside the window displays a pool behind the house.

"Oya Bi's. Story about Mama Emma. Now, replace Bi Hara who told me about Bi Hara!" Pinta Emma tried to shift the topic.

"What story, Neng? Aunty mah did not have much of a story.." elak Bi Hara with a careless expression.

"Certainly exists. Didn't Aunt have a story about Aunt's life anyway? Such as Aunt's birthplace or how until Bi Hara can cooperate with Lady Sofia, that is," Emma gave an example.

"There's no ah, Neng. Auntie's shy! Hitherto. Neng Emma wants to eat first now or what? Aunty has not seen if Lady Sofia has been awake yet" Bi Hara said with an unfocused look.

"Emma eating first is okay, isn't it, Bi? Emma is starving!" Imbuh Emma while stroking her stomach that was rumbling from dawn.

Usually while still at home, Retno always offers breakfast around six. So Emma was used to eating in the morning before starting her activities.

"Can. It's okay, Neng," Bi Hara replied.

"But Madam wouldn't be mad, would she, if Emma had eaten here first?" Emma asked for reassurance.

"No. It's okay, Neng. Let's get an aunt to the madam later. Aunty get it, Neng?" Bi Hara again kindly offered to get her breakfast Emma.

"Don't, Bi. Let Emma take it herself!" Emma was in a hurry to wake up.

The girl then took the fried rice in the frying pan into the dish. Emma was quite surprised when she saw the amount of fried rice that was almost like a pile of mountains on top of the pan.

'The man really cooked for the crowd. As double the actual number of people living in this Grandhill villa, Emma commented inwardly.

"If so, Auntie wants to look up first, yes, Neng. Who knows Lady Sofia is awake" Bi Hara said as she passed out of the kitchen.

"Yes, Bi. Thanks, yes" said Emma.

"Together, Neng!" Reply Bi Hara.

After the figure of Bi Hara was no longer visible from the door, Emma was busy eating fried rice that she had taken herself a moment ago.

The girl was almost going to eat her breakfast immediately, and forgot about the whereabouts of Mr. Kiman who was still standing in front of the refrigerator.

Thankfully Emma remembered just at her time before she fed the rice into her mouth.

"I have breakfast first, Mr. Kiman!" Emma mincere. Trying to stay as polite as possible.

"Hmmm!" Mr. Kiman replied before finally following in Bi Hara's footsteps who disappeared out of the kitchen.

'Definitely! Just ngedehem again. Wonder. Is that a habit, huh?' Emma was busy with her own thoughts.

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