Desmala Gralind
Invitation of dinner
Arriving at school, Rakha and Mala head straight for class. Shortly after arriving at the class the teacher who taught directly entered the class. And the morning lesson begins.
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Just got a break bell ringing. The classroom is empty. Only Mala and Rakha left.
Mala glanced at Rakha who was sitting in the back. He was seen taking out the provisions given by Mala this morning. Mala smiled again as Rakha appreciated her gift.
Mala approached Rakha and sat on the bench right in front of Rakha.
"Where? yummy?" ask Mala. As Rakha scooped the fried rice into his mouth.
"Hmm so good, is this you who made? it turns out you are cooking pinter" Rakha praised. He loved the fried rice that Mala gave him. Not in vain he took provision Mala gave.
"Heheheh" Mala laughed awkwardly while scratching her non-itchy head.
"why?" ask Rakha.
"It wasn't me who cooked, bi Inem who madein" Mala was both embarrassed.
"Ohh bi Inem I think you are the cook, but no papa is important his intention" said Rakha so that Mala is not discouraged.
"Hehe can be you, but you like it, right?" ask Mala.
"Like it"
"Tomorrow will I bring you some more?" ask Mala.
"It's okay, but the bi inem doesn't mind, right?"
"It's definitely not dong"
Engrossed in their conversation, they don't realize the break bell is over.
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After school, Mala follows Rakha to the parking lot.
"You're coming with me?" ask Rakha.
"where?"
"Somewhere, I'm sure you'll like it"
"Judah may, but be careful"
"certainly"
Rakha drove his motorcycle towards the place that became his second home. A place where he feels he has a family.
"This is the place?" mala asked somewhat astonished. He doesn't know what place it is. But it was like a small house that was only square-shaped. And outside the house there are a lot of scribbles. And a motorbike parked outside the house.
"Yes"
"What is this place?" ask Mala.
"Later you'll know, let's go in!" bring Rakha. Mala looks doubtful before Rakha finally pulls her in.
"Hai gayss" said rakha upon entering the house. Inside there were countless people wearing the same jacket as each other. On the back of the jacket is the name "The Dark".
"Who is ka?"
"Tumben you invited girls here"
"your boyfriend?"
More or less that was the response of the people there when they first saw Mala.
"Know this Mala, my classmate" said Rakha introduced me to his friends.
"Hello I'm Mala" said Mala.
"Hello Mala" reply to everyone there. I didn't expect it to turn out that they were so open with my arrival.
"Mala, get to know this Dean, Akash, and Kenzo"
I just nodded while smiling at the three.
"You talk to them first yes, I want to pick up the phone first" Rakha said.
"Hm" Mala replied.
"Mala sit here, don't stand up" Dean said.
"Yes Mala, don't let us be in the same omelin Rakha, because you don't give you a seat" Akash kekeh.
"Yes, thank you"
Mala sat next to Dean who had his empty seat.
"Oh, Mala, how long have you known Rakha?" ask Dean.
"It hasn't been a month, it's probably only been 2 weeks" Mala replied.
"Busyettt, it's a big fix if Rakha has a crush on you since first sight" Dean cheered.
"Mistake no mistake, you are the one" Akash said.
"What do you mean?" ask Mala wonder.
"The rakha never brought a girl to the tongkrongan, nor has he ever dated all this time. And only you doang brought here and known to his friends. It means you are special Mala" Akash explained.
"Then anyway? don't you guys play me, do you?"
"He doesn't believe" Dean cheered. Kenzo just kept quiet listening to the conversation.
"Why?"
"Let's get me home"
"Hm yes"
Rakha leaves his barrel and drives Mala to his house.
"You wanna stop by first?" tawar Mala's.
"No, I'm going straight back"
"okay"
After Rakha left Mala entered the house. And he found Bi Inem who was in the house.
"Bi!" call Mala.
"Yes non"
"Tomorrow to make the provision of fried rice again yes" said Mala.
"Every non"
"Papa mama has come home Bi?"
"Not yet, maybe later in the afternoon"
"I'm going to the room first bi"
"Yes non"
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The afternoon is 4pm. She breathed fresh air from the balcony of her room.
Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok
The knock on the door made Mala look over. He went to the door and opened it.
"Mama" said Mala.
"When do you come home? the sound of the car is not heard" added Mala.
"Mama just nyampe home, mama here to tell you. That night we're invited to Om Andi's house"
"Om Andi?" ask Mala. It seems he had heard that name. But where is it?
"Our new neighbor, he wants us to have dinner at his house"
"Ready ma" Mala replied with a big smile.
"Well, what the hell is the wind?" alisia asked suspicious of her daughter.
"There's nothing, don't be suspicious"
"Yes-yes"
Alisia left her daughter and returned to her room. Mala closed the door quickly. He was like he wanted to scream because tonight he was going to dinner at Rakha's house.
"What clothes am I wearing?" mala thought.
Mala started looking for clothes in her closet. So that the bed is full of piles of clothes.
"Wear this one" Mala said after finding a suitable outfit.
Mala was surprised when she saw that her bed was full of piles of clothes.
"Gosh what am I doing?" he did not think through his own behavior.
"Am I asking you to help Inem" Mala thought.
Mala immediately came out of her room and looked for Bi Inem.
"Bi Inem!"
"Bi Inem!"
"Auntie in front of the non" sounds the inem bi's attestation from the home page.
"Bi Inem" said Mala approached BI Inem who was watering the plant.
"Why non?"
"Bi help me"
"Help what's non?"
"Rapihin my shirt"
"Aren't you a neat aunt, non?"
"Yes, but I accidentally made it up again" Mala said unwell. Because he had already troubled Bi Inem.
"Yes, later after finishing the aunt's plants clean up yes non"
"Thank you bi"
"Yes"
Mala was very excited and went back to her room. He breathed fresh air from the balcony of his room. The atmosphere on the balcony is always able to make Mala calm. When he was tired, sad, even sad on the balcony Mala calmed down.
"Rakha Hermawan, I hope one day you will have the same feeling as me" said Mala. Look at the big house in front of him. It was Rakha Hermawan's house.
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