Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 18

Feeling strangely getting gazes from everyone, Chaca inched backwards. "A ... What's wrong?" ask her in a slow tone.

"You know Gandhi, Cha?" ask Mother even to stop her activities.

"Eumm .. yes, Bun. Yesterday Chaca even ran home to the yard. But told to go straight home. Not allowed to stop by" explained Chaca innocently.

Mother also turned her back, "What?!" pekik surprised.

"What's up, Bun. Yesterday was already a late night." Chaca smiled broadly revealing her row of white teeth.

"Oh, are you afraid of being sought after by your mom and dad?" said Mother again poured tea on her children's glasses.

Again the word parents make Chaca pecking, delicious food was tasteless in his mouth. It even feels like it's stuck in the throat.

So terrible, as if the word was the most painful scourge. His chest was throbbing pain, his hands were trembling. His head was getting deeper.

Mother who saw the change in face Chaca approached him. The touching of both of Chaca's shoulders gently made the girl turn her head.

"Eat a lot, we go for a walk" whispered Mother who understood Chaca's mood.

Chaca nodded with a smile. They also enjoyed lunch very excitedly. Rarely eat well from such a famous restaurant.

After eating, as usual Santi and his sisters work together to clean the dining table and remove all their food waste. Then after the afternoon break.

"Kids, Mother to the garden first yes. All of you rest" said Mother to her children.

"Yes Mother" they said in unison.

"Come, son," take Mommy to Chaca as she grabs the girl's skinny hand.

When the back door of the house opened, a cool air started to hit their faces. Chaca closed her eyes, inhaling deeply the oxygen that filled her lungs. The number of trees and green vegetables also refreshes the eyes and the air around.

"It's so cool, Bun. Make at home. It doesn't feel like coming home" Chaca opened her eyes slowly.

He jumped in shock, almost falling if Gandhi's arm did not support him. The views of the two clashed with each other, their heartbeats began to get out of control.

"Geek!"

"Omm? Make a hanger! Suddenly there appeared a nettle," grumbled Chaca singing her lips.

Gandhi smiled, making Chaca more and more washed away in the beauty in front of him. Suddenly his hand rubbed the top of Chaca's head, making the girl fixated.

"Part of you anyway, until you enjoy the air here" Gandhi replied.

"Why are you home?" ask Mother to feel isolated.

Then Gandhi realized, he then kissed the hand of the Mother. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mother. Today's Saturday, Bun. Overtime by half a day," Gandhi said, releasing his handshake.

"Oiya, Mother forgot. Then accompany Chaca for a walk. Mother wants to rest for a while," said the Mother.

"Ready, Mother!" gandhi was very excited.

After Mother left, Gandhi grabbed Chaca's hand and held her. Chaca's eyes stared at his hands. His face was red like a ripe tomato.

The crackling of the twigs that were stepped on the feet of the two, enlivened the silent atmosphere. Gandhi invited him to sit on a wooden swing, tied to a rambutan tree. He made it himself for his younger siblings to play.

"Sit here" Gandhi's pinta held both ropes.

Chaca also according. He landed his body on the surface of the wood. Both hands held tightly to the same rope.

Gandhi slowly moved it. Chaca straightened both her legs. His head looked up, with his eyes closed. His long hair was waving following his movements. Smiles were etched beautifully on their lips. Gandhi was also happy to see Chaca who took off the burden of her life.

"Om, where do you work?" chaca asked still not opening her eyes.

"Why?" The man was still faithfully moving the swing.

"Ask aja. Come on where?" chaca insisted on asking for answers.

"In the Abraham Group" Gandhi replied, causing Chaca to turn away at once.

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