Goodbye Anya
Martabak

*Hay Bestie, I'll see you again Momy, I'll let's slide to eps two.

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While in the car Mr. Baskoro who was on the way home seemed once they were happy because their youngest child had already held a bachelor's degree.Since both of his older brothers Anya no one holds a bachelor's degree, because of his,they just graduated from high school, and they already have their own families.

Her first sister Anya has two children, while her second sister has not had children because they are still busy with her cooperation so they agree to postpone having children.

“Finally our children there are scholars also well bu.”Mr. Baskoro said to his wife.

“Father sir, thank God our son has finished his college well.” Miss Aisyah replied with a face that shone with happiness.

Not that they chose to love their children, they did not want Pak Baskoro and his wife Aisyah's mother to send all their children to a higher level, he said, but what are the financial resources that become obstacles so that his brothers Anya can only go to school until high school.

But Pak Baskoro's children no one envies the same Anya, because they are aware of the condition of their parents when they were children until they graduated high school, as well,once Baskoro and Aisyah's mother asked her first child at that time to continue school but Mery refused her.

Mery did not want to continue his school, but he as the first child and the child who always understood the state of his parents consciously and sincerely rejected Mery.

Because at that time the condition of his parents was really in a difficult situation, so Mery school was just until high school, after graduating Mery worked in a garment factory, well even though his salary was not much but Mery was always grateful, the important thing is not to trouble the parents. That's Mery's principle.

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the clock has shown at nine o'clock at night Ardie took Anya home because he had promised Pak Baskoro not too late bring Anya home.

“Beb ayok come home too late, if too late I will be slashed again with your father,” said Ardie laughing.

“You're afraid well that, he he he,,,ayo ngaku,” Anya said while poking her chin Ardie.

“Ga, ga afraid of ko, just aja guts me beb,” said Ardie while standing.

“Ya let's go home,”Ucap Anya while pulling Ardie's hand to take his.

They walked out of the cafe hand in hand after making the payment.

As usual Ardie would wear a helmet to Anya. It's been an obligation for Ardie.

“Beb, we buy what is good for people home, when we go home do not bring anything.” Ardie asked Anya while wearing a helmet.

“We buy martabak aja, Mr kan doyan martabak.” Anya answered while riding Ardie's motorbike.

“Oke, Boss carry out.” Said Ardie while starting his bike.

“Ish you are,” Anya said while patting Ardie on the shoulder.

“Yang, buy his martabak that deket park well, there is martabak yummy lo, his name is martabak mang Ujang.” Anya said.

“Let me guess nih beb yah, surely who has martabak shop it's mang Ujang, Iyah right?” Ask Ardie with a smile.

“Ya iyah ayang, hence the name martabak mang Ujang if tuh martabak who has Soleh means the name of his shop martabak mang Soleh, ha,,ha,ha.” They laugh together too.

That's how they are every day is always interspersed with jokes, but well sometimes they also have a fight but not for long they get better again.

“This is Beb her martabak shop?” Ask Ardie while glancing at the martabak shop.

“Iyupz bener, tuh see the writing of his sebede gaban so the time must be wrong.” Anya replied while getting off the bike.

They also walked into the martabak mang Ujang store.

The order is finished, Ardie and Anya leave the shop after Ardie pays.

It did not take long the end they arrived also in front of the residence of Pak Baskoro.

“Tok tock,”

“Assalamualaikum Daddy,Mother, Here Anya,”ucap Anya.

“Waalaikumsalam ,”sang mother replied from inside and opened the door.

“Ceklekkkk,”the door is open.

“Ekh you guys are home?, come in,”thanya bu Aisyah while walking into the house in follow Ardie and Anya.

It looks like Mr. Baskoro is again sitting casually on the living room sofa while sipping his favorite black coffee.

“Please sit down Ardie,”tay mr. Baskoro.

“Night sir, sorry my heart is too late bring Anya home, this pack I bring martabak for her coffee,” said Ardie while sitting on the sofa and put martabak on the table.

“Ga nothing son Ardie is also not too late really, it is fitting like a coffee made by the mother that always fits on the tongue of the father, he he he” replied Mr. Baskoro while laughing.

Anya and Ardie also laughed at the babbling Mr. Baskoro.

While the new Aisyah bu came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea for Ardie ga accidentally heard the words of Mr. Baskoro and looked up while grumbling,”This father can-can his front son Ardie ngegombal, ng,”grutu bu Aisyah while naro drink glass for Ardie.

“Please on drink son Ardie, eh son Ardie why bother using bawain martabak all.” Said Bu Aisyah while arranging martabak on a plate.l

“Dad thanks mom, ga nothing ma'am, let his coffee gaf no his temen.” Ardie answered with a smile.

Ardie also drank a drink that bu Aisyah treats, then said,”pak bu I beg pamit already malem.”

“Oh Iyah want to be careful yah,”answeak pak Baskoro and bu Aisyah.

Then Ardie shook the hands of his parents.

“Pak,bu,Anya nganter mas Ardie ahead yah.”

“Yes,” answered Mr. Baskoro while eating martabak brought by Ardie.

After the death of Ardie and Anya Pak Baskoro glanced at Aisyah's mother and pulled her hand.

“Come bu we sleep mumpung Anya has not entered again into.” Take Mr. Baskoro while spending his coffee.

“Emang why if Anya has not entered?”asked Aisyah ma'am while her forehead wrinkled.

“Bu, if Anya rush in later you both even chat and finally you sleep alone, will cool bu,”sahut pak Baskoro while playing both eyebrows.

“Is this father rich young man just keep this martabak his ga diabisin?” Ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Ga mom already full, Come on bu.” Replied Mr. Baskoro while pulling his wife's hand. Ms. Aisyah just according to her husband's invitation and followed his steps into the room.

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Thank you Bestie for reading my spare change, and also thank you for supporting me.

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