Loving Brother Lift
Chapter 5

"Beautiful dreams too, Brother Dimas!" Nirmala can only be broken. He wasn't brave enough to say that. Dimas had also passed from earlier, because Nirmala was only silent a thousand languages.

Nirmala immediately climbed up the stairs, towards her special room. His lips continued to smile. She's really going to have a good dream tonight.

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The next few days, Nirmala and Dimas became more and more familiar. Actually not only with Nirmala alone, Dimas was also familiar with Claudia. The difference is, Dimas likes to talk to Claudia, the little girl in 3rd grade Elementary School, while with Nirmala, his attention is more like treating a teenage girl.

One Sunday night, Nirmala sat relaxing on the sofa in the living room. He watches TV while playing his cell phone.

"Eh, La! Sunday's malem at home?" Dimas greets Nirmala.

"Yes, Brother. Unusual, did you have to come out Sunday?"

"Yes, no, just usually a young boy if the Sunday mallem on out that way, playing with his girlfriend. You're not dating your boyfriend?" Dimas mocked Nirmala.

"Daughter doesn't have it, Brother."

"Then anyway? A girl as pretty as you don't have a boyfriend?" Dimas praised, as well as mocked Nirmala. Unknowingly, Nirmala's cheeks flushed red.

"Really, Brother."

"That victory of yours, Rosa, didn't you come out?" Dimas asked again.

"No. He is the same as his girlfriend. If I come along, it's just mosquito repellent. Don't want to, mending at home. Brother himself? Why not weekly? Is her boyfriend not hiring?" Nirmala asked Dimas. As well as curious, the ownership status of Dimas.

"No. I broke up not too long ago, so yeah. There's no Sunday mall, weekly mall." Dimas tried to cover up the hue of his sadness. While Nirmala cheered happily in her heart, she had more chances to get Dimas's heart. Moreover, Dimas must be in a mess, the right time to enter his heart.

"La! Why smile? Ugly, huh?" Dimas throws Nirmala with the tissue he rolls.

"Eh, no, Brother." Nirmala is wrong.

"Because it looks like a child! Instead of smiling indistinctly, mending we eat instant noodles. I I've bought instant noodles, here. You're masakin, huh?" Dimas picked up a large bag of crackles he had just brought home. Sure enough, he had just been shopping at the store.

"Well, what's the payday, brother? Shop a lot of it." Instead of responding to Dimas' request, Nirmala commented on something else.

"Hehe, yes. Dah, over there cook the noodles! I'll give you something." Dimas placed a crackle of noodles on a small table in the versatile living room.

"Okay, how much is this?" Nirmala saw the contents of the crackle that contained quite a lot.

"Mothers are asked, what do you want. Claudia too. If you want to be made up of." Dimas sauntered away, towards his room which was in front of that central room.

"OKAY. Yeah! Ma! Yak! You want noodles?" Nirmala yelled out to her family members who were in their rooms. The room next to the living room, where Nirmala was relaxing that night.

The door to Nirmala's mother and father's room was opened. It turned out that his mother came out.

"No, I ate already." Sukma answered gently.

"I want to, Brother!" Claudia answered from her room.

"Okay, you want to?" Nirmala asked her mother, as her father's representative.

"No, you're rich and you don't know your father. If cooking noodles must use homemade spices. Not going to want him, if you use factory-built spices. Can you cook noodles with your own spices?" Sukma mocked his eldest son.

"Jude, don't go. You guys, if you want." Sukma went back into her room, accompanying her husband to rest.

"okay! Yak! What do you want to taste?" Nirmala yelled again, because Claudia did not open the door to her room.

"There's fried noodles, brother?" Claudia opened the door to her room.

"She, this." Nirmala flips through the noodles inside the crackle.

"Okay, put on the egg, brother. The eggs are half-dead! Let it kayak at the mukbang-mukbang event that." Claudia swallowed her own saliva. Imagine the delicious noodles that will be eaten later.

"Diddeliver! What is a half-mature egg? Bayangin has made it eneg." Nirmala smothered her mouth, pretending to vomit.

"I don't know either, but looking at those videos seems really good. That's why I want to try. Brother make me, yes! Wanna?"

"Yes, yeah. I'll make it as you wish." Nirmala just come. He took three packs of noodles.

"Have you not, La?" Dimas was out of his room again.

"I haven't done it yet, brother. What do you want to taste, brother? Don't use eggs?" Nirmala hid her guilt.

"The fried ones, the malem-malem delicious eating fried noodles. If you have eggs, wear them! But the real mateng yes, do not want it half mateng. Afraid there's bacteria. Later on, keep making sick, even bother."

"Huh? Can you do that, brother?" Claudia went along with him, she got scared, after hearing what Dimas said.

"Yes, just in case." Dimas answered all of that. He doesn't know much about that either.

"Sister, I don't use half-matured eggs. The eggs are dead!" Claudia changed her order to Nirmala.

"OK on."

Nirmala immediately made noodles in the kitchen. He was accompanied by Dimas and Claudia who were constantly joking, laughing rily. In Nirmala's heart she smiled, grateful that Dimas was present in the midst of her family. The atmosphere of the house is warmer.

"Udah mateng nih, let's eat first!" Nirmala prepared noodles in each bowl. Then put it on the tray.

"Here I help bring it to the living room." Dimas took over the tray from Nirmala's hand.

"Thank you, Brother!" Nirmala smiled, she was so happy, the small attention from Dimas really made her feelings soar.

The three of them enjoyed their respective noodles, while watching TV, also joking warmly. Dimas could make Nirmala and Claudia laugh happily.

After finishing their noodles, Nirmala cleaned the dirty cutlery. Sukma, his mother always taught to immediately clean the cutlery after use, so as not to accumulate and become a nest of disease.

After finishing washing the dirty equipment, Nirmala returned to the living room again. Claudia's not there, just Dimas.

"Where to go, brother?" Nirmala asked Dimas who was sitting leaning on the sofa.

"Oh, he entered the room first. He said he wanted to play the game again. Oh, for you!" Dimas gave a box of chocolates, with a heart ornament on it to Nirmala.

Nirmala fell silent, she was confused as to what kind of expression she should have. He was happy but also wondered inwardly, what did Dimas mean to give him chocolate with a heart decoration on it? What does it mean that Nirmala is a special person in Dimas' heart? Did Dimas just break up?