Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 21

A bitter smile appeared on Chaca's lips. He tried hard to hold his tears so as not to fall, but free. Smiling, Chaca lowered her head and wiped her tears.

"Nothing will be in vain, Cha. All the results you get, you will reap later. Keep trying your best, without expecting compliments. But do it for yourself" said Gandhi, who could not bear to see Chaca grieving.

He understood the meaning of Chaca's words, because he had seen with his own eyes how his father treated him.

Perhaps if there was no Mother at this time, Gandhi immediately embraced the girl. But this time he had to hold it. Afraid of the mother's tantrums.

"That's what Gandhi said, dear. Do your best for yourself. Don't mind anyone else. Because one day you will enjoy it. Dong's spirit!" said Bunda menimpali.

Chaca's head lifted, staring at Mother and Gandhi in turn. He widened the smile on his lips and clenched his right hand upward. "Spirit!" he said it like he wanted war. Made Mommy and Gandhi laugh at her.

"Yaudah now you guys pick up vegetables there. Make dinner later. Kale can, cabbage, carrots can also, whatever you want to masakin what tonight," said Mother patted Chaca's shoulder.

"Ready Mother! Come on, Om." Instantly Chaca got up from her seat, wrapping her arms around Gandhi's.

The man flinched. Immediately walk following Chaca's steps towards the garden located behind the house.

His second step stopped, Gandhi frowned. "Why?" tanyanya's confused.

"Emm .. don't know where it's going" Chaca murmured scratching her non-itchy head.

"Issshh's! It was pretentious, " Gandhi said. "You take what?" tanyanya.

"Emmm ca kale kekungnya delicious, Om," said Chaca while putting index finger on his cheek with eyes rolling.

"OK, let's go!"

Gandhi grabs Chaca's shoulder and pulls her into a special kale-growing pond.

"Eeeeh, chuckle, Om!" chaca patted Gandhi's arm.

The man paused for a moment, waking up if his embrace was too tight. Hurriedly released his arm, making Chaca cough. "I'm sorry, sorry" Gandhi said frantically cupping his cheeks. "It hurts?" gandhi asked watching the two Chaca beads alternately.

"But boong!" chaca chirps running.

Realizing that if the moment was attacked, Gandhi rushed after Chaca. They run around in the garden, even to the point of almost forgetting the task given Mother.

"Gandhi! Chaca! Where's vegetables? Is it half an hour of not getting caught? What are you pulling out there?" Shouted Mother at the rear doorway that was directly connected to the vastness of the plantation.

Their steps stopped too. Simultaneously look at mom. The two patted each other's heels, then looked at each other.

"Where?" ask Chaca without a sound.

Both corners of Gandhi's lips were forcibly pulled. He rubbed the back of his head and said, "Yes, Bun. 10 minutes!"

He rushed down into the waters. Place of growth of plants that kind of algae.

Chaca seemed to be twitching her forehead. He stared at the water, which was clear but green. The reflection of the moss that also grows there.

"You are above. Nih holdin" said Gandhi handed a handful of kale to Chaca. He understood that Chaca had never set foot in places like this. Ghandi deftly completed exactly 10 minutes as promised.

They work together to finish their cooking. Only Chaca silently watched, as if confused by what she was about to do. For the rest of his life, he had never set foot in the kitchen.

Mother does not dispute it. He's quite knowledgeable, because Chaca's people are. While Gandhi was busy slicing onions with shrewd.

This made Chaca even more amazed. He sat on the dining chair while propping his chin on his hands. His eyes flickered gently with a smile parsing at Gandhi that looked incredible in his eyes.

"Bun, Chaca is here, yes" Chaca said suddenly as she regained consciousness.

Everyone simultaneously stopped the activity, turning their eyes to Chaca.

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