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"So what do you think of Pras and Ms Arni?" ask papa Irawan.
Already over an hour ago they chatted about the engagement and the wedding plans of Abi and Ocha. Of course without the presence of Ocha or Abi. Abi has not yet returned from the school where he taught.
"If my wife and I have not many terms or rules, we follow the plan of Mr. Irawan only. It's just that we need to ask Abi first about the specified date. We are worried that Abi has a busy school schedule so that he can clash with the schedule that has been determined by Mr. Irawan." said Mr. Pras.
"Alright then, we hope everything goes well as planned. If something changes, please Mr. Pras tell us, so that we prepare another plan in case of change" said papa Irawan.
"Then we came home Mr. Pras, Ms. Arni" said papa Irawan while getting up from his seat and shaking hands with the owner of the house.
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"Nis, I went home first, yes, it's late afternoon, afraid of my mother's enamelin if she comes home to the afternoon," Ocha told her best friend.
"Tante, Ocha go home first" Ocha told Yuli's mother, Nisa's mother.
"Hurry up really, Cha. Usually until the night of playing here, what's up?" said Mami Yuli who was sitting watching a television show.
"There's nothing about auntie, Ocha has promised me you have to go home before maghrib" said Ocha while carrying her backpack.
"Frequently play here dong Cha, let aunty have a chat" said mami Yuli.
"Greet your mama yes" he said later.
"Yes aunt later Ocha say hello to mama, Ocha play here again, aunt" said Ocha.
She understands that Yuli's mother's remarks are true because Nisa is too busy studying to pursue her S2 scholarship abroad, so rarely go out of the house even out of the room for just a moment other than for the purposes of eating and playing with his nephew when visiting.
Nisa is determined and serious in achieving her dreams. It was evident from the cumlaude value he got when he passed his S1 graduation.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful, Cha" replied Nisa, delivering Ocha to her front.
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Abi just parked his bike in the garage. Today Abi felt his body was less fit. At school, he was sneezing constantly. He also felt his head was a bit heavy. I want to feel like he is resting his body soon.
"Mas, are you home? Want to get me some food ready now?" ask her mother when she sees her son coming into the house.
"Later ma'am, I want to rest first" said Abi lethargic.
"Why, mas? Is your face pale, is it sick?" said Miss Arni while putting her palm on Abi's forehead.
"Oh Allah, the body is hot, let's go to the room, let me later get medicine and towels to compress your fever" said Ms Arni anxiously while leading Abi into the room.
Abi complied, in addition to obeying his mother's orders also because his body was very weak to do other things. He also wanted to lay his body in bed.
A few minutes later Ms Arni returned from the kitchen carrying a basin of small towels and warm water. He then compresses the forehead of his child who is feverish.
Even though Abi was an adult, Ms. Arni still treated him like a child. Always prepare for Abi's needs. Even so, Abi does not feel reluctant or uncomfortable, because Abi understands such attitudes arise especially after the accident that hit them a few years ago. It makes her mother feel like she doesn't want to lose another child.
"This is ma'am, the corn porridge" said bi Anah thrust a bowl of porridge on his employer.
"Thank you, bi" said Ms. Arni.
"Let's eat the porridge first, mumpung still warm" said Ms Arni to her son.
"Mas, if work is not forced. Rest first, do not focus on the same computer" said his mother advised.
"If the meal is finished, then take the medicine yes, tomorrow you do not have to go to school, rest first at home" said his mother and went out of the room.
Abi then ate the porridge and drank the medicine. After that, he pulled out his blanket and closed his eyes, resting on his mother's advice.
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"Assalamualaikum! I've gone home, huh? How was papa's check-up?" tanya Ocha saw her mom and dad sitting on the porch of her house.
"Thank God the results are good, there is progress, papa's condition has begun to recover" said his mother.
"Oh yeah, Cha. Tomorrow please take your lunch to Abi's school. Later your mama will prepare the menu" said the papa.
"Heah..So food courier again!" ocha Mummings.
"Ocha enter the room first, pa, ma" said Ocha and then go to his room.
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The hour hand on the wall had appeared at 11 p.m. In the house Ocha already sounded frenzied mama Reni packing food in the form of rice, side dishes and fruits for the prospective favorite daughter-in-law.
"It's all ready! You ride the bike don't speed it! Lunch menu for kakang mas prabu can be messy!" said Mama Reni teasing Ocha.
"Yes yes! Bring me mama!" Ocha snorted angrily and then pulled the gas, propelling his motorbike to the school where Abi worked.
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"Excuse me sir! I'd like to meet Mr. Abi uh I mean Mr. Reza, can you sir?" ask Ocha at the school security.
"Sorry, Mr. Reza today did not go to work. His family said he was sick" replied the school security guard.
"Oh so, yes sir thank you, I want to go home again" said Ocha then put forward the bike slowly. He thinks at the slow pace of his bike. He thought hard how the fate of the lunch menu made by his mother. He must have been scolded if he brought it home again and if given to passers-by, his mother would be very angry if it came to confirmation to the Abi family.
"You're confused, how is it? Did I go to Abi's house? But shy, about polite isn't it?" Ocha muttered all the way. Until without realizing it, he had arrived in front of Abi's house.
"Well, how can I stay here?" said Ocha while scratching his head that does not itch.
"Of course, have already come here, send the food" murmured Ocha.
He finally parked his motorbike in front of Abi's house and knocked on Abi's door.
"Assynnya!" ocha shouted while knocking on the door of the house.
Three times Ocha said hello and knocked on the door but no one opened the door.
"House empty? From there no one came out, I went home aja kaya" muttered Ocha while turning her back to go home.
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