Love As Dosed?
First Impression

"Na, Mama made pandan sponge cake. You're anterin to our new neighbor huh, all acquaintances."

Ayana stopped the chewing and looked at the Mama with a look of horror. This week he could not keep the night, as a result he could relax in the afternoon. But what did he just hear? Getting to know a new neighbor? Don't tell me this Mama is taking her ngawur words seriously, who wants to get close to their new neighbor at that time?

"Yana," exclaimed Kartika in an annoyed tone, because the princess never returned her words, "you were when invited to talk to the parents tuh answered dong, Na, masa diem aja?" angry protests.

"What do you want me to answer?" ayanna asked again chewing her snack.

"O Allah, Yana, this must also be taught? What the hell are you doing?" decak Kartika is upset.

Ayana breathed a heavy sigh. "Where is the cake."

"Well, that's the cake from earlier. Time has to be satirized first to understand." Kartika glanced at the cynical Ayana, "Mama so suspicious of you."

"Astagfirullah, the same child himself is constantly suspicious." Ayana shook her head while glancing at the Mama with her incredulous look.

"You are being cut off because you are insensitive, Na," Kartika accused suddenly.

Ayana sighed. "Ma, so tell him not to cake?" ask her with her flat eyes.

"So, wait a minute, you change clothes and and then there! Let's not think you'll be Mama's new maid."

Kartika speech successfully made Ayana gawk. His head reflexively lowered, watching the clothes he was wearing. The feeling of jeans and shirts has not looked shabby let alone buluk, then why would the mother equate with the maid?

Quickly Ayana snatched her phone to mirror on her phone screen. Her appearance is still okay, still looks fresh and beautiful as usual.

"Change the dress all you guys, Na, continue to touch up thinly, the time want to meet the bustle of jeans anyway, where would anyone want to glance?" said Kartika suddenly emerged from the kitchen while carrying a medium-sized tapperware.

Gebetan? Beo Ayana inwardly with a puzzled expression.

"Whose shit?"

"Yes, it's your time, Mama's time. Want to go to your papa's heart?"

"But I don't have any more scuffles, Ma."

Kartika clucked while handing her tupperware to Ayana. "That's our new neighbor, Na."

Ayana bobbing head. "What the hell, just ngaco." He then chose to leave immediately and deliver his cake before Maghrib.

Ayana goes straight into her new neighbor's yard - which happens to be the gate is not closed-.

"Assynnya!" yelled Ayana at the door, "excuse me! Asalamallaikum!"

"Wa'allaikumsalam. What's up, Ma'am?" reply a woman with her batik negligee opens the door.

"Emm, I'm Yana, Ma'am, his son Aunty Tika whose house is in front of it," said Ayana while pointing to her house, "My mom's abis making pandanus sponge cake, and I'm looking at her, keep asking me to share with the new neighbors. Yeah, think of it like a welcome to the complex."

"Oh, I'm Darti, Ma'am, ART in this house. Just a minute, Ma'am. I call you Father first, let Ma'am please come in."

Ayana gasps. "Eh? Anu.. don't do it, Ma'am, just nitip this. I'd like to go home, ma'am."

"No papa, let's go in first, Ma'am, all acquaintances with you. Her mother has not been able to meet my employer?"

Ayana grimaces. Don't get acquainted, look at any man he's never met.

"No, ma'am, I'm here if that's it. I if you are welcome to enter like to forget to go home," joked Ayana accompanied by her trademark grin.

"Yes, wait a minute, Ma'am, I call you first."

With an awkward smile, Ayana nodded, letting the ART called Darti into the house. Not long after a man with a fairly tall body straight walked closer to him.

"Can I help you?"

Alamac. Jerit Ayana in heart. So this is the man that Mama's been proud of all this time?

Buset really handsome, anjir.

This man-carrying is indeed not the type that looks friendly, more towards the flat as if without actual expression. But even so, the gaze of his eyes actually looks soft and does not intimidate at all. Besides, this man had beautiful eyes. Try it if you smile, plus tens of times it must be handsome. It's only fitting that her mother behaves so much. It turns out the model is like this.

"Can I help you?"

Ayana Buar daydream. He shook his head quickly and handed over the tapperware he had brought. Instead of accepting it straight away, the man instead raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, that's. anu. My house is there" said Ayana, pointing to her house, "we are neighbors."

Since this man looks older than her, Ayana decides to call him 'Mas' in order to maintain the manners taught by her parents.

"Thank you." Saga then receives the tapperware that Ayana thrusts.

"Either. If so please excuse me to go home, Mas," said Ayana.

"Wait a minute" stop Saga. He went back in and shortly after he brought a medium-sized plate filled with rendang and handed it to Ayana.

The girl frowned not understanding.

"Sorry what is this?"

"Rendang," Saga replied in the end.

Ayana shook her head quickly. "No, what do I mean?"

"Of."

Ayana clucked in annoyance. "Yes, know rendang emang to eat. But..."

"Make your Mama. For you too. Thank you for the cake," said Saga and just walked into the house. Leaving Ayana alone with her confused expression.

Ayana gawking. "Agir, when I was left that way? So polite?" the deck doesn't like it.

The handsome is yes, handsome but the behavior is so for what is the handsome face? Unuseful. Gerrutu Ayana in heart.

It's not long before Darti reappears. "Duh, sorry, Ma'am. You are so the man, but really good. Maybe I was in a hurry to get in. Sorry, Ma'am."

Hurry anyway, hurry but time yes directly into the house without permission first. That polite?

Ayana frowned in wonder. Why is it her ART that apologizes, it's her employer's fault.

"Well, why is Miss Darti apologizing? The wrong thing is not Mbak Darti, do not need to apologize, Mbak, ntar so I am not good."

Darti smiles. "No papa, Ma'am, I just don't want Mbak Yana to misunderstand Mr. Saga."

Oh. So her name is Saga. Inner Ayana.

"Pak Saga is actually good, just yes, really, really, really, Ma'am. Usually they like to make people misunderstand, if you like half-measure, anyway like expensive so the sound. Sometimes I make a gemes, Ma'am, I also sometimes like to gemes themselves, but yes how, the character of Mr. emang so, so I ask Mbak Ayana a little understanding and do not hate my employer."

Ayana grimaces awkwardly. Confused how to react. He was actually very upset with Saga's attitude, but hearing Darti's explanation, making Ayana's annoyance slowly fade, even if only a little.

"Yes, if so I immediately say yes, Ma'am. Say thank you to Mr. Saga then, because I have not been able to say thank you."

"Well, ma'am, I'll tell you later."

Ayana nodded. "Excuse me, Ma'am!" then retreat.

Darti nodded, allowing. "Frequently play here, Ma'am!" then shouted.

Ayana looked over while grimacing. In his heart he grumbled 'frequently playing here? Woe. Unless he wants to raise his blood pressure. Only then will he play in this house and invite the man to chat.'

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"What's the occasion, there's a rendang on the dining table?" tanya Day was astonished when she pulled the chair she was about to sit on, her eyes caught a plate of rendang meat on the table along with some side dishes and others.

"From your potential ghost, Pa," said Kartika while giggling amusedly.

When Ayana came home from Saga's house, she was surprised to see the face of the princess bete. However, behind her feelings, she was suddenly happy not to play because Ayana brought a plate full of rendang meat. Kartika is a good start.

Day frowned in wonder. "Mantu candidate? Don't we have a ghost, Ma?"

Kartika clucked while looking at her husband in annoyance. "And your youngest daughter hasn't given me a future ghost, Papa."

"Oh," Hari responded, "so this is from her candidate Yana?" tanyanya while pointing towards the plate that contains rendang meat.

With her bright face, Kartika nodded quickly.

"Na, do you have a new boyfriend?"

Ayana immediately snorted as she pulled the chair and already got a strange question. "Where's the gossip?"

"No," said Hari, pointing to his wife, "he said he was kicked by your girlfriend."

"It's true, Mama!" Ayana immediately glared in annoyance towards the Mama.

"Aamiin, Na," corrects Kartika, "that speech is prayer, let alone that of your own parents. The time is not sinter-pinter, Mama used to spend a lot of money, yes, make your teacher pay your salary."

Ayana was tired. Since Tio's breakup, the behavior of the Mama has existed. Ayana was really tired of dealing with it.

"Father! Please dong his wife taken care of, Yana tired loh every day diginiin."

"Well, what's Mama doing?" kartika protests not accepted.

Ayana clucking. "Yes, that's gonna make me the same as our new neighbor."

"Well, don't you two be single. Where the person is good and trustworthy, yes Mama spirit is the soul mate. Some of you are old for marriage, have a relationship should be serious and even disband. How the hell?"

"Oh, so this rendang is from our new neighbor?" ask Hari, "but no papa anyway, Na, if such as your Mama wants to mate you with our new neighbors. Papa the seneng-seneng as long as he is actually still single and want to be the same you. Papa notice he's his good, calm and polite son. I don't think it's neko-neko either."

"Tuh, with Papa you said that. The more experienced assessment is important, Na, see that all this time you invite to the house certainly no one really. The evidence fails to continue."

"Ma, our relationship failed doesn't mean she wasn't real. Mama don't say that," retorted Ayana did not accept.

"So keep going, obviously they're missing you."

"Already! The conversation continues later, now we eat, the food will be cold hunting is not good," said Hari mediate the debate between his daughter and his wife that looks like it is almost starting.