Love Choices Mas Duda
Araz Coming

He had just said goodbye to Mrs Syeni, but it was raining heavily out there blocking his way home. It was not her who could not go home, but Mrs Syeni insisted on staying here and it was better to stay. Jelita was asleep in her room, asleep on the way home from the market last night.

"Well, he can drive home himself. Do not have to stay too," refused Gharda put up a look of dislike when her mother decided to allow Afrinda stay.

"You are, Gharda! It's ten o'clock at night, the heavy rain of slippery streets, Mang Leo has also rested in his room. Mamah kept Afrinda here, period!" Mrs Syeni remains on her stand. Feeling bad for Afrinda.

"Mom, I-I'll just take a taxi home." Afrinda broke the mother-daughter debate. Feeling evicted made him reluctant to stay the night.

"Don't! Anyway you have to stay tonight, tomorrow afternoon you can go home."

"But, Mah." Gharda still did not accept.

"You refused to take Afrinda home, now you don't like her staying over. If Afrinda gets out there for anything, you're responsible."

In the end Afrinda stayed overnight, the rain was getting heavier outside. Sleeping in the living room ushered in Mrs Syeni.

Until the morning when the sun came up from his civilization, Afrinda woke up from dawn and rushed to the kitchen to help the waiter cook. Actually the waiter refused his help, Afrinda who continued to force because it was not good he just hitchhiked.

"Oh my goodness, Afrinda. Don't bother to cook everything, let auntie cook." Mrs Syeni was excited herself in the kitchen to stop Afrinda's activities.

"It's okay, Mom. It's over, just serve it."

"Are you all cooking?" Madam Syeni stared sparklingly at the cooking pot that was still on the stove.

Afrinda shook her head in doubt, turning to the side asking for Aunt Ema's help.

"Yes, Madam. I was just helping, besides that he was all who cooked and scratched the season. Afrinda cooks like that chef-chef on tv, ma'am." Aunt Emi explained enthusiastically.

Madam Syeni smiled proudly instead of playing, had another waiter prepare food on the table Tell Afrinda to go up to Jelita's room, wake Jelita and have prepared a changeover tool for Afrinda to use this morning.

Still lazy to wake up Jelita tightened her doll's embrace, thinking this was a dream there Missnya kissed her face.

Afrinda laughed in a fit of anxiety with Jelita, the ignorant slightly piercing Jelita's cheeks carefully with his index finger many times.

Increasingly disturbing his sleep, forced Jelita opened her rubbing eyes repeatedly still do not believe his vision. After Afrinda grabbed him, instantly his sleepiness disappeared screaming in excitement hugging Afrinda who was still holding her.

Doubtful to watch out for the clothes that are already available on the nightstand, Mrs Syeni is very kind. But whose clothes are these?

"That's Mother Araz's shirt, Miss. That's what's in that big picture."

Following Jelly's finger, Araztha Wulandari Gautama. Her heart beats through the photo of her bundle of Jelita, her beautiful and charming look and graceful stature.

"It's the same Jelly."

"I'm her son, Miss," said Jelita chuckling comically in response to Afrinda's remarks.

There is no other choice, Afrinda is reluctant to wear the clothes that have been provided.

DEG.

Somehow this happened, aware it was Afrinda but why was Araz's face pictured in her head?

"Go you!!" gharda shouted involuntarily.

"Miss-" Jelita was frightened to hear her father's rising voice, squeezing the tip of Afrinda's dress hiding behind Afrinda.

"Go you fucking lady!!" Gharda said so loudly, sweat pouring from her face. Araz stood looking at meu towards him.

"What's this about? Mrs Syeni was moved towards Gharda who looked frightened sitting on the chair where she used to eat.

"Well, tell Araz to go. He's dead" Gharda said, covering his face.

"Gharda, that's Afrinda not Araz. Raise your face" whispered Lady Syeni rubbing her son's back full of affection. "He's Afrinda, not Araz" he reassured Gharda.

Now Afrinda began to understand what was happening, taking her breath neutralizing her nervousness. Decided to approach Gharda with Jelita tailing around her waist.

DEG.

It was like there was an electric shock as Gharda felt a gentle swipe of someone's hand on her shoulder, slowly raising her face to look at the owner of the hand standing next to her with a hard-to-understand look.

It took a few moments before Gharda realized her mistake, rubbing her face with a rough sigh. "Who let you wear Araz's shirt?"

"Your, Ghar. Forgive me, yes" replied Mrs Syeni feeling guilty.

Gharda did not reply, she sighed once more then her net caught the figure of Jelita hiding behind Afrinda.

"Break breakfast together." Gharda strengthened her heart.

Afrinda led Jelita to sit down to serve the little girl, Jelita's face still lowered in fear of not responding to Afrinda.

"So Miss Loh who cooked all this. Masa Jelly won't eat? Miss can be sad if you don't want to eat miss's cooking." Persuading Jelita to touch her plate.

Hearing that Jelita suddenly pulled the plate and devoured the food with enthusiasm, her fear disappeared just like that changed with the taste of such delicious food on her tongue.

"Afrinda."

"Huh? Y-yes," said Afrinda surprised her name was called.

"Let's stay until afternoon here, accompany Jelita one day," he said without hesitation. This was his apology for having frightened Jelita. To be honest, it was like someone was pinching her heart every time she saw Jelita scared of her.

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