Flavored Lanterns
Twenty-two

...Not all loss is a death that separates but also about two people separated by distance...

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The focus of pounding the seasoning in Zafira's cobek was startled by Alfan's sudden presence beside him.

''habit, said I asked to take a bath there cepet''

''make milk yes mbak''

''yes''

Seeing Alfan who had entered the bathroom Zafira immediately heated the water and mix milk in a 200ml glass.

After the season is ready and certainly already smooth Zafira picking basil beside his house, followed by cutting scallions and chili.

Shortly after that Alfan came out with a towel that he wrapped from under his arm to his ankle, and do not forget Alfan when told to bathe yourself certainly does not dry the hair in the bathroom in the sense of coming out with hair that is still wet even the water to make a change.

''make a change of clothes e manaa'' he shouted

''carien to deck, do not be in amburadul will run out of linpet ibuk yesterday you will be scolded''

''no Nemu mbak'' cried Alfan again, wanted to feel Zafira pinch to tears but he never did that, he never did that, he realized to what extent he had to treat his sister because it was not his but someone else's property that he had to take care of.

Zafira walked with a grumble, seeing his mother prepare to anger Alfan even grimaced and sat in exchange in front of the television.

''kalo search first seen, well kok'' said Zafira while throwing Alfan clothes that he had taken.

''akak don't get angry angry jeee'' he said mimicking the way one bald cartoon talks.

''hihhhh''

Not wanting to pay attention to his sister Zafira immediately to the kitchen to wash the shade fish that his mother bought earlier, before long Bu Nisa came to bring some banana leaves from the side garden.

Because Ms. Nisa had gone to the kitchen, the cooking event was continued by Ms. Nisa and Zafira entered to see Alfan with a glass of milk.

He saw his sister sitting with her mouth open staring at the television screen and uneven powder. Seeing that Zafira shook her head, there was just the behavior of his sister in every day.

It can even be an entertainer when expectations are not in accordance with reality.

''iyo ye'' Zafira replied in Javanese

''nah drunk milk, beware if not run out'' after saying that Zafira entered the room to iron clothes.

On Sunday afternoon, Alfan will be visited by his mother, the 6.5-year-old boy has been different lately when he is with his mother and father or Mr. Heri and Bu Ida will be difficult to come with Bu Nisa and Zafira.

There was a sense of unwillingness that re-emerged in the mind of Zafira, he really did not want to be separated from his sister, he was just his sister can he be selfish if that time comes.

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Night more precisely spent magrib Bu Ida and Mr. Heri came to bring a car because the conditions were raining and Zafira did not teach this time, not because of the arrival of Bu Ida but because of the rain.

''Open if for example Alfan I invite to come with me how'' asked Ms Ida

''where's mbak?''

''I mean Alfan has come with me, he has grown up thanks to be willing to take care of Alfan without any difference with Zafir Zafira anyway thank you may not be enough to pay all tired until the day, anyway, I as Alfan's mother apologized as much as possible if as long as Alfan same as much trouble and others'' said Bu Ida cut off, heavy it feels to take Alfan from Bu Nisa, it was the same as separating the two.

Maybe you can still meet tomorrow or the time to come but, still there is a sense of heartlessness in his heart. Miss Nisa is trying to hold back her tears so as not to shed, she will be separated with her foster child is right? It was a dream, but why did it feel so real.

The innocent face of Alfan who had understood the words of the mother also glazed over, he knew if he would be far from his mother and mother Ira. He doesn't want that.

''ngggeh mbak, I am also grateful to have been given the opportunity to take care of Alfan, she said, hopefully grow healthy yes Lee do not forget mom same mbak Ira sometime play here yes but must often let mom not miss the same Alfan'' Ms. Nisa did not want to say so long because her tongue felt her heart hurt she was not ready for this to happen.

While in the room Zafira's eyes are swollen, her tears continue to flow. What is this, your God took it when I was not ready it was far away from me, his heart was close but his body was away from Zafira.

Long time chatting until Miss Nisa calls Zafira out, Alfan will come with Miss Ida tonight and her belongings will be taken tomorrow night and Alfan's toys will be taken gradually.

Seeing his sister Zafira's face crying again, the pain must have just been this morning he joked and had a small fight with his sister tonight he parted with the sister.

Without a word Zafira pulled Alfan in her arms, Alfan also cried.

''don't lupain mbak ya, often play here mbak Ira do not have a friend later if alpan is not there, anyway must be diligent to learn so smart ya'' still flowing tears Zafira

''Come on deck, Ira would like to learn also the same chest mbak and ibuk'' orders Bu Ida

''dada mbak Ira ibuk'' said Alfan with the rest as he pleased

''chest deck, see you Alfan''