Kiss Me
Wawa's Father's Message

That morning Arkana was helping raise boxes of rice into Anwa's father's car. There are about 150 boxes of rice that will be delivered by Mr. Syahril. Sometimes from here they can meet the needs of life in addition to the money sent from Anwa.

Last night Anwa did not continue her question to Arkana about why she suddenly came to Lampung because she was too busy helping Mother until 12 pm.

" Have it all been done?" ask Mr. Shahril to Arkana.

"Udah Om, I have counted 150 boxes," he said giving a thumbs up.

"Yes already so Mother's way first with this father nganterin yes, Arkana breakfast first," said Mother before getting into the car.

"Capek huh?" anwa asked, smiling at Arkana.

"There are also lo who are tired Wa, until the middle of the mallem help Mother."

"Obviously, let's have breakfast."

They walked inside the house, finding Malik still snoring in front of the tivi.

"Malik is also tired," Arkana recalled Malik who was only in charge of forming food boxes into boxes.

"You want to use what?"

"That's just chicken with noodles" Arkana said.

"This leftover food from the same cooked Mother, can be eaten for one full day, so walopun fortunately not great but Mommy can have stock of rice, kitchen spices and others, etc, it is enough for daily needs, do not have to buy again," said Anwa at length.

Arkana was still watching the girl pick him up a plate of rice with chicken and stir-fried noodles mixed with meatballs, liver and mustard.

"Well, can I ask you?"

"Would you like to ask about my family, huh?" Anwa smiled faintly, "mo ask which one?"

"No papa, right?"

"No papa," he said again.

"Family lo-I mean, I feel you are not someone who can not afford, this big house and all its contents are still identical to expensive items," said Arkana.

Anwa feeds the rice into her mouth, chewing it long.

"The father was a civil servant in this area, his last position as head of the trade office in this district, our lives can be said to be fulfilled and more than enough, he said, up to three years ago my father was entangled in a money embezzlement project case with several related agencies," Anwa sighed and continued her story.

"Three years ago father was convicted as a suspect, in a five-year prison sentence but because father paid the fine and what was it his name - by selling all the property of father and mother, but because the father paid the fine, father gets leniency from remission and good behavior while in prison." Anwa told me by looking into Arkana's eyes.

"For three years our family went through it all with the gossip and scorn of people and even brothers, Malik who had quit school because he got a bully from his school friends until I decided to finish college went from this area, while Mother slumped in her fate to become a corrupt wife."

"My relationship with Dad was only a few months after he was free to start warming up again even though he still looked stiff," then sipped water in a glass to the toilet.

"A quick story about my family that you should know, if I'm the daughter of a corruptor and an inmate," she said in tears.

Arkana was silent, and what Anwa went through was not easy, the struggle of his life is extraordinary maybe because of this and the death of his lover that makes Anwa a person who has to be approached at first and difficult to enter his personal life.

"When you know?" ask Arkana.

"The late Dika who made me rise up, he knows all, he who loves me strength through this, in any case," Anwa said with choking words as if it were hard for him to speak.

Arkana nodded his head, it was fitting that Anwa had relied on Dika all this time, the man was indeed extraordinary, accepting fully Anwa and her family, helping from all facets of life.

"Udah finished? do you want to add more?" anwa said to disperse the Arkana reverie.

"Udah, here I help wash the dishes." Arkana held up the dirty dishes and glasses on the dining table.

"You sure want to help wash the dishes," said Anwa who has pointed to a dishwasher full of pan pans and friends.

Arkana laughed as she looked at the still-cluttered kitchen.

"Hmm base," flicked his lips.

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After finishing the kitchen and the house, Anwa looked for Malik and Arkana to the front porch and they were talking to two craftsmen who asked Arkana to clean the yard and make the garden neatly arranged again.

"Honey if not in real, the park is good just need care," Arkana said when Anwa approached them.

"Ar, let's not bother."

"Lo knew it was okay Wa" he said, then asked the two gardeners to start their work.

"Come on" cried Malik.

"What?"

"Abang Ar is serious is just a temen?" Anwa nodded.

"Kok Malik suspects yes, there is a rempeyek behind the shrimp," he said.

"That you, help me out" Anwa pushed him out.

"Corny."

"Otherwise Malik," Anwa twisted her body.

"Say Abang Ar, all the ceilings are broken down the same paint all the rooms."

"Maliiiik," said Anwa who was ready with flip-flops in hand to be thrown at her sister who had run to the side of the house.

Late in the evening, Arkana had difficulty sitting on the terrace talking with Mr. Shahril. It's the second night Arkana's been reunited with this family.

"So Arkan, how long have you known Anwa?"

"Newly Om, almost a year,"

"Where are you?"

"First meet at the cafe I manage Om, then meet again at Papa's office, happened to be Anwa Papa's secretary in the office."

"Oh yeah?"

Anwa came to bring some pieces that had been cut to accompany their conversation tonight.

"What is your relationship then?"

Anwa coughed at the words of her father.

"Dad! what the hell," he said with glaring eyes.

"Loh, it's natural that Dad asked," said Mr. Syahril laughing, "so what is your relationship?" ask again.

"No Dad, we're just friends" Anwa cut before Arkana opened her mouth saying something that would aggravate her state of mind.

"Anwa who wants to win Om, if I really want more relationship," said Arkana laughed and complained because of a blow on his shoulder.

Mr. Shahril laughed, shortly afterwards Mother joined them.

"Dad's message to you, take good care of yourself, take good care of Anwa Ar," Anwa's father's eyes slightly glazed over, "Anwa has gone through a lot of bitterness of life, she said, so I hope you can make her happy either in the form of friendship or more than that."

***1 part closing tonight yaaah.

zezaaaak don't forget bebs 😘***