Love As Dosed?
Keep up the effort

"Ngapain is still there, this already wants maghrib, Na. Get in the house!"

Kartika was astonished by Ayana's attitude today. The youngest daughter from this afternoon was already standing by in front of the house without doing activities other than sitting and playing her cellphone occasionally. Though usually also if in his work house in front of the television while holding a snack jar. So why another day?

"Just dong, Ma."

"Wait for what?" kartika asked not to think. Both eyes darted looking for a figure that might be awaited by the princess.

"Wait for a soul mate."

Kartika immediately frowned while looking at Ayana unsure. Waiting for a mate in front of the house? Maghrib's auction? Is it going to pass? Inner astonishment.

"You think your soul mate will pass by in front of the house?"

With her innocent pretentious face, Ayana nodded confidently. Not long after Saga's car was seen, with the spirit back up, Ayana immediately stood up while pointing towards Saga's house.

"That's Yana's soul mate."

"Damn, ngaku! Saga is also ogah time be your soul mate, you do not ngarep the height, Na! Mama if it's Saga is also ogah time to just look at your face, let alone be your soul mate."

Ayana doesn't care. With a carefree smile, he immediately brought Tupperware containing his homemade fruit pie to Saga's house. This day he was busy making it, because it just so happened that today he had a morning shift so he had more free time in the afternoon.

"Sore, Mas Saga," Ayana greeted awkwardly.

How not awkward, he had put on a smile as bright as possible but Saga's response only raised next to his eyebrows. Honestly Ayana was worried when she saw it, but what would you say. His fate was at this level, so he had to be more patient in dealing with the man.

"What's wrong?" ask Saga.

"I made a pie, Mas. Saga want to help ngicipin? Then you'll tell me where I lack it."

Saga stared at Ayana flat for a while, a sigh rang out afterwards. "You forgot?" tanyanya.

Ayana opened her two confused eyes.  Forgot it? His mind wondered, What did he forget?

"I don't like to eat sweet."

Mucus!

Ayana's face immediately pias. "But it's not too sweet, Mom, seriously. It's a fruit pie, Mas Saga can try it straight for proof." Quickly he opened his Tupperware and took one of his pie and thrust it into Saga.

Actually Ayana wanted to directly feed Saga directly, but because she was still aware of her position now, so she decided to know more about herself.

With a little reluctance, Saga finally accepted the pie. Doubtful he began to bite her in small size, for fear that the taste might be difficult to tolerate her mouth.

"Where, Mas?" ask Ayana was-was.

Saga nodded. "It can be eaten."

Wait a minute, Ayana's still loading. Eatable? What does that mean? It doesn't taste good but it can still be eaten that way?

"Not good, Mommy?"

"Why?" Instead of answering Saga instead asked back, and this made Ayana even more confused.

Why does Saga like to give ambiguous answers, which makes it over thinking.

Ayana shook her head with a sad expression and then closed her Tupperware again. "Yes, if so I go home, Mom. I want maghrib," he replied a little annoyed.

"Not being loved?" asked Saga astonished, when he saw Ayana was about to leave without giving the Tupperware first, "just told to try one?" continued later.

Ayana turned back. "Mas Saga wants everything?"

Saga's expression looked a little misbehaved. "Yes, if you are loved," he hesitated.

"Yes this is. Take all. I went straight home. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Inner Saga wondered as she stared at Ayana's back which was getting away. Lah, why does the girl look like she's holding back an upset?

Saga shrugged both shoulders, tried not to care much and chose to go straight into the house.

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Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Saga turned to the door of her room. Put his laptop that he used to make a question quiz that he will hold tomorrow in his class. He then stood up, walked towards the door and opened it. There's the ART, Darti.

Saga did not ask and simply raised her eyebrows. Sensitized by the code indicated by the employer, Darti immediately replied.

"This, sir, there is a deposit from Mbak Yana," said Darti as a paper bag on Saga, hesitating the man accepted it.

Darti. "No, sir, Ma'am Yana looks neat that way, like going to work. Keep the night possible, huh? Uh, but I don't know the hell or it could be going to play the same temen or his girlfriend."

Hearing Darti mention the word 'boyfriend', Saga's expression instantly turned less friendly. Darti who realized that hurriedly continued his sentence.

"Eh, no, sir, I think you want the night service because it's neat really don't seem to want to go play that." Darti suddenly felt wrong.

Saga only nodded once then handed the paper bag back to Darti. "Next time call me." However, the ART did not accept it immediately.

"Huh? How, Sir? Mbak Yana was hastily pinned to me, if I wait to call you first, Mbak Yana can be late, sir. Fear of being stuck, he said."

"No. I mean you don't have to take it up," said Saga. He handed the paper bag back to Darti which this time immediately received the ART, "please put it on the dining table, I want to take a laptop."

"Okay, sir, if I'm sorry."

After Darti disappears from his presence, Saga then goes into the room to retrieve her laptop and mobile phone. After that he decided to go straight down to the kitchen.

It's been a week since Ayana always sent him food and Saga is getting used to it. Though come to think of it, yes, there is no need either because he has ART in his house. But because the food that Ayana sent was in accordance with her taste, yes, she was just happy. Saga must admit that Ayana is quite good at this, a fact she only learned during her learning about the girl. He used to think that Ayana would suck in the kitchen, and in fact she would have no problem if so. But it turns out he was wrong. Ayana can actually say quite reliable.

To: Mas Saga

Malem-malem overtime is delicious accompanied by snacks so as not to join, Mas. I make fruit salad, may like yes (◍___◍)❤

Saga's smile slowly rises as she sees the emoticons that Ayana is drawing. His hand then grabbed the spoon and started tasting the girl's salad. Saga immediately decided to send a chat to Ayana afterwards.

You:

sent a pict

You:

already accepted

You:

thank you

Ayinine:

you're welcome, Mas

Ayinine:

I hope Saga likes it. Oh yes, Mas, make tomorrow about Mas Saga want to be made what else?

Ayinine:

I'm a little confused

Ayinine:

Saga has a recomendation?

Confused what to reply, Saga decided to immediately close the chat room. Not long after her phone rang and it was clear Ayana was calling.

"Not baled, Mom? Where directly is not online anymore," Ayana grumbled from across. His tone sounded like he was angry.

"What do you want to do."

"And simple, Mas, just answered what your advice is."

"I don't know."

Across the street, Ayana tries desperately to gather her near-vast patience. "Yes, dong Mas replied, if you can not give ideas. If not dibales I feel neglected to know."

"Sorry."

"Yes, I'm sorry. Next time don't do it again. Yes, if so I want to get ready. This is because it is time to change shifts, you do not sleep malem-malem. Tonight let me stay up, bye! Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'allaikumsalam."

Without Saga noticing the man's smile came back up. Darti who happened to be in the kitchen to fetch drinking water looked surprised upon seeing her. Because for many years joined the employer, it seems he has never found the employer smiling after calling like now. This is obviously a rare moment.

"Mother why?" tanya Darti is spontaneous. He did not expect that the question would lead to the offence of the master.

"meaning?"

Darti immediately shook his head quickly. "Eh, no, sir, no papa. I just want to get some water to drink. Please continue, I also want to continue watching Mbak Andin. Excuse me, sir." Grimacing awkwardly Darti then leave the kitchen after finishing taking drinking water.