Loving Brother Lift
Chapter 2

After school, Nirmala intends to direct PDKT with Dimas, because it is so passionate. He doesn't want to waste time.

"Mom! I'm home!" Nirmala shouted from the door.

"Change, keep eating, La!" Mrs Sukma, Nirmala's mother, shouted from inside the house.

"Yes, Mom!" Nirmala headed straight for her room upstairs.

Nirmala's house is unique, unlike the house in general. There are three bedrooms downstairs, each for the parents, Nirmala and her sister, Claudia. There is also a garage for parking cars. However, when he was a child, Nirmala once whined at his father, to make a room on the top floor. Just because you want to go up and down stairs, like in movies. Make another room above the garage. There really is only one room.

After changing clothes, Nirmala went down again. He went straight to the bathroom, to wash his hands and feet. Then straight to the living room, where his mother used to store food. As well as a place to eat and also relax, watch TV.

"Mom! You haven't come home yet?" Nirmala asked her mother who was folding clothes in the room. The door was left open, so Nirmala knew where it was.

"Yes not yet! What time is it? You usually don't go home, do you, if you go to school? You're tumbang nanyain your father?" Sukma. Because his eldest son is not too familiar with his father who is super cold also fierce.

"Hehe, no, Mom." Nirmala grinned, she did not want to tell the real reason, she implicitly asked Dimas had gone home or not. Because his father and Dimas are in one car company office in his city.

"There's a need, huh? Cepet said it's the same with Mom! Want to ask for money? Howmany? What the hell did it do?" Sukma immediately thought it must be about money.

"No, Mom. I don't want to ask for money. Yesterday is still." Nirmala started to enjoy her lunch, while watching the TV in the living room as well.

"Where are you at school? Smooth right?" Sukma diverted the conversation.

"Current, Ma. All is well. Nothing nosy or anything." Nirmala answered. He was already engrossed in his spectacle.

"Thank God that's it." Sukma is self-conscious, if his son does not pay too much attention to him anymore.

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When dinner arrived, Nirmala helped her mother prepare. Unexpectedly, Dimas suddenly came to the kitchen, joining Sukma and Nirmala.

"Aren't you going to die yet, La?" Dimas surprised Nirmala who was flipping through the fried tempeh so as not to burn.

"Eh, dislodged, uh, dislodged!" Nirmala surged in shock, her speech suddenly so relapsed.

"What's missing?" Dimas asked again, without guilt.

'My heart is broken, brother!' Nirmala.

"La! How is diem? Was he asked not to answer?" Dimas does not accept dicuekin.

"Hehe, don't really, brother. Just startled, suddenly Big Brother is behind me gini." Nirmala blushed in shame. Suddenly his face turned red. He tried to cover it half to death.

"Sorry, sorry. What's this cooking, Mom?" Dimas moved to greet Sukma.

"Kale, what are you doing?"

"What do you do, Mom. What matters is not getting hurt." Dimas was very close to Sukma and Nirmala's shoulders, because he was in the middle of both. Making Nirmala's heart beat fast is not bad. The face is getting red.

"Well, how is Nirmala? He also does not like to get sick. Cabe he's not strong!" Sukma made Nirmala blush even more, just because it was likened to Dimas.

"What time, Mom? I'm not really that, if only one chili can still accept, but can't if it's really painful. Straight up, Mom." Dimas told himself.

"No papa, if you eat Mother's cooking, guaranteed safe. Not going to mules. Because most only use red chilies that do not care. Just let the vegetables look pretty." Sukma.

"Beautiful, like Mother and Mother's children, yes!" Dimas seduces Sukma, indirectly teasing Nirmala as well.

"Ah, you can do it." Sukma did not take Dimas' words seriously, he only joked.

"Really, Mom. Pantes I like Mom, yeah. It's pretty, all right, cooking pinter." Dimas again threw his praise.

"What time, Mom? Same with me no cuek? If you talk at home for a long time, don't finish." Dimas was surprised, because what Sukma said was contrary to what happened to him.

"Eh, don't believe it. Why did I lie too. Ask that Nirmala. How are you with us." Sukma asked for support from Nirmala.

"Really, La?" The dimas again made Nirmala's heart beat fast.

"I - yes, Brother." Nirmala stutters.

"Udah, let's eat! It's this mateng." Sukma ended the conversation, taking Dimas to the dining room.

"Ready, Mom!" Dimas snatched a piece of fried tempe that Nirmala had brought, then walked first to the dining room.

For some reason, every action of Dimas, made Nirmala really pound. In his heart he smiled with excitement.

'Is it possible that Brother Dimas likes me? That's why he behaves like that?' Nirmala saturate, while arranging food on the dining table.

Nirmala took a portion of food for her father, then gave it to him.

"La, I'd like to be taken too." Dimas smiled, making his handsome face even more charming.

"Oh, okay, brother. Much what little?" Nirmala's nervous, she's dorky tau Dimas's meal.

"As much as you!"

"okay." Nirmala takes food for Dimas, like portions of it when eating. Then take her to where Dimas is sitting in front of the TV. Indeed, in the Nirmala family, there is no dining table with chairs surrounding it as in most homes. So, they used to eat by sitting on a sofa arranged letter L facing a small table, also a TV attached to the wall.

"Now, Brother!" Nirmala offered a plate of rice complete with vegetables and side dishes to Dimas.

"Weh! So much, La! I'm getting a porter!" Dimas protest.

'Oh my goodness, means I eat kayak kuli dong?' Inner Nirmala, considering she used to eat so much.

"Yes, he said it was up to him. Yaudah, I'll take that!" Nirmala is not to blame.

"Nirmala used to eat so much of it, Dim!" Sukma chimed in the debate of the two young people.

"What a fact, Mom? Holy hooch! Girls how to eat it rich that way, La!" Dimas laughs at Nirmala.

"Let's go! It's a period of growth! Wek!" Nirmala will not lose.

"By! Yaudah, you have to take responsibility, just like this food!" Dimas returned to the topic.

"How mean? The time behind to the place of rice and vegetables anyway? It's not possible, is it?" Nirmala hasn't connected to Dimas.

"Who told you to go back to the food?"

"Was that? He said take responsibility for the food?"

"Yes, responsibility is up. Here, eat with me!"

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

Nirmala fell silent, her mind drifting.  'Eat together, Brother Dimas? Two plates?'