Love Language
Jesika's Plan
We drove Medina home first, so it was my turn.
"Ra, about the right moment if I shoot Mr Mario later on my birthday?"
Ask Jesi to me.
"Hmmmmm, what about Jes?when did you shoot first?"
My answer was a little doubtful, fear that my answer actually made Jesi angry again.
"Why is Ra? can't you if the girl who shot?"
"Ngggg, yes..no also sih.cummmaa...later kalo...."
"Kalo why?if rejected? hahaahaa..."
"Are you laughing, Jes?!"
I asked to be curious.
The face of Jesi turned serious.
"You're rejected I'm dukuni!"
"Astagfirullah Jes."
"Hahaha, joke Ra."
"But when did Mario reject me? what am I lacking?"
"Sir Mario is the teacher for Jes!"
"No papa, I read in a novel about students who like their teachers and it turns out they are married and live happily."
"But that's in Jes's novel, it could just be fictional from the author."
"There's no harm in trying Ra."
"Hmmmm, yeah."
"You....do not like it too sir Mario Ra?"
"Well! just don't."
"Thank God, later if we marry papa deh I join his religion, Mr. Mario."
"Well! seriously you're Jes?!"
Jesi just nodded with enthusiasm, Jesi is non-Muslim while I like Mario is Muslim because I have seen pak Mario kemushola school to perform prayers.
About personal biodata pak Mario is very closed, even no one knows for sure the status of the pack Mario is single, has a girlfriend or has a family.
Without feeling the car stopped right in front of my house, I am grateful that our trip was not too long so I do not need to linger listening to Jesi talk about Mr. Mario who makes me dizzy.
"I'm going in, yes, Jes, thanks for everything today."
"Ok Ra, sometime we go again yeah...."
I just smiled while waiting for the Jesi car to pass then I could breathe a sigh of relief.
I immediately entered the house, fortunately it was still afternoon and Maghrib time was still long I went up and entered my room to clean myself.
After finishing the bath I immediately went down and headed for the kitchen, I saw there was already a mama and aunty was busy cooking for dinner preparation.I immediately blend in to help as much as I can, I saw that there was already a mama and aunty who was busy cooking for dinner preparation,apparently in the kitchen there is also Sum ma'am who helped.
I did ask more about what help I can do because I am not used to helping in the kitchen, only occasionally just follow along with ngrecokin mama when again cooking.
While we were busy preparing food at the table, the grandmother entered the dining room assisted by Ms. Sum.
"Ma, is Grandma sick?"
I asked my mom while whispering.
While my mother just nodded her mark confirming the answer to my question.
It turns out that the arrival of our grandmother just to seek treatment because of her health condition that began to decline, maybe because of the age factor that makes the grandmother began to often sickly.
In addition to being closer to the family, treatment of large hospitals in the city is certainly much better when compared to small cities that may not be as sophisticated as in large cities.
Honestly hearing the news about the health condition of my grandmother makes me feel sad and concerned, even though my grandmother's attitude has not been so good to me but anyway she is still my grandmother.
After finishing dinner, Rendi said there was something to talk to me about, but I had to help mama clean the dining table first.I finally asked Rendi to go up first and wait in my room.
Seriate.....