Destined For You's
Darling

“Book, pen, tab..” Deeva opens the bag she wants to carry. Although last night he had prepared it but checked before leaving it was a habit since he had forgotten not to enter the task book because of sleeplessness after doing PR which resulted in his punishment from the teacher.

“Udah sip all.” Deeva closed her carry-on bag and held it down. He looked at his appearance in the long mirror before leaving the room. Unlike other children who tend to follow the trend of wearing super tight clothes and short skirts, Deeva looks super neat and very very in accordance with the rules that apply, the tip of his shirt he just put in the skirt. Definition of a role model student, understandably in old school he is a member of the board of OSIS.

Deeva went to the dining room, all the family members were sitting in a circle at that big table. Only one person Deeva understood was not a family member but was sitting there, where she had eaten first. As soon as he came the man sitting next to Shaka hurriedly moved up and pulled a chair for him. “Sit here adek me. Duh cute, here her bag let Brother put it first.” Without permission Raffa took the bag in Deeva's sling and placed it in an empty seat.

“What breakfast you have? Let brother takein.” Bargain again. Deeva just looked at it without saying anything, instead taking back the plate that Raffa had taken. I don't know the first impression of meeting Raffa has been annoying, until this second even though Raffa did well he could not accept. For Deeva he did not grow old because he looked at the physical.

“You sure you don't know yet? His name is Raffa, his secretary is Shaka.” Bayu's grandfather who sees the uncomfortable Deeva introduces Raffa. “She is indeed a secretary but already like a family of her own.” Further.

“Udah knows, Cake. The one who picked me up at the station was Om Raffa.” Answer Deeva.

“Om? Om? Lo call me Om?” Raffa immediately widened his eyes. “Lo call Shaka my brother called Om? What is it!” protests later.

“Udah anyway Om Raffa eat just don't talk much. Ntar lo late to the office.” Shaka.

“Shak! Wow not so good this is!” Raffa shook his head. The expression of his face was immediately called Om by friends and the gray white girl he had noticed since just gulped water.

“Deeva is just a joke not to be taken seriously. But if you look around you are kayaking Om Om.” Timpal Grandpa.

Raffa who initially seemed to get a fresh wind because it will be defended by his best friend's grandfather back manyun, in fact the grandfather is the same. Raffa hurriedly finished his breakfast and sipped the coffee made by bi Sumi. “I finished eating, called Om so instantly full, no naf su eat.” Raffa.

“How not full people breakfast is over.” Syndical Deeva.

Raffa just glanced in annoyance then said goodbye to grandfather to go first.

“Kalo can be late not late, so that the meeting nyampe has not broken up.” His whisper was as soon as it passed Shaka.

“Lo handle lah. I have to go to school first.” Shaka answered while looking at Deeva at a glance.

Seeing Raffa disappear behind the door, Deeva is also getting ready to leave. “I also leave now Cake, afraid late.”

“Breakfast first. Grandpa see you haven't eaten anything since, just drink.”

“I don't eat breakfast in the morning, Cake. We'll eat at nine or ten. I left first well, it's the first day, I don't know the school continues to be afraid of getting stuck. I also pesen ojek online, five minutes to nih.” Deeva showed me the phone screen.

“Sit, breakfast first. Later to his school in anterin same your future husband.”

“But Cake,”

Shaka who sat in front of Deeva nudged the girl's foot under the table until the protesting owner looked at her, “what's Kak?”

Without answering Shaka stood up and took Deeva's plate, filling it with a bit of fried rice. “Taken!”

Sighing deeply, Shaka moved to sit beside Deeva. “Gue bribe!”

“Hah?” Deeva gawked at hearing it. Just when his mouth was open a spoon of fried rice entered there, inevitably he so chewed and swallowed it with a heavy heart.

Grandpa Bayu smiled at her, “it turns out he wanted bribed prospective husband.” Ledeknoannya.

“Grandfather did not expect if the progress of your relationship as soon as this.” Its effects.

“Yeah this grandpa-“ hasn't finished saying a full spoon back silenced Deeva's mouth.

“We'd better move breakfast to aja Frans park, Mir. So as not to disturb them.” Take it to Mira and Frans. The three compactly smiled and carried their plates away from there.

After the three old men left, Shaka put down his spoon and breathed a sigh of relief. While Deeva is now glaring annoyed at him. The girl's hand did not even hesitate to hit her shoulder.

“A sick! Not married yet to play KDRT!” shaka lament. “Not saying thanks already helped.” Further.

“Could you make?”

“Make me who already want to work hard nyapin lo!”

“And I didn't ask for a bribe, Brother. I don't want to eat either, I told you from yesterday that I had lunch!” obviously Deeva.

“Well it! Precisely because it you have to thank me. if I do not nyuapin lo, I can guarantee not just two tablespoons of fried rice but you have to finish one plate. Grandpa will maksa lo keep making breakfast. Grandpa never denied especially about breakfast, anyway all must have breakfast to be healthy and focus on living the day.” Shaka. “One more time, Grandpa is sick so I don't want him to think much, even about breakfast. His name is parents who like overthink, let alone there is a candidate for mantunnya, surely he wants the best for you. Inget deal we okay?” coined.

“Iya inget.”

“Pinter.” Shaka breaks Deeva's hair. “One more spoon now dear.” Shaka offered a final bribe.

Instead of opening Deeva's mouth even so dumb, “sayang?”

“Iya darling.”

Deeva was wobbly looking at the surroundings, empty there were only the two of them. “Kak, here there is no grandfather, why do you call me use the title of darling?”

Shaka raises one eyebrow, confused. “nggak.”

“Lah just said, one more spoon baby. Yes dear.” Deeva imitated Shaka's speech earlier.

Shaka laughs, “I mean the one who loves his name.” Answer Shaka. “Honey the rice is one more spoon if not eaten will be mubah.” Further.