
After a prayer session at night. Seen Mr. Jemari walking towards the room of Bu Sari, yes Pak Jemari will say goodbye to Bu Sari besuk early in the morning Jemari sir will return home.
Tokkk tok tok tok tok
Mr. Jemari knocked on the door and before long Ibu Sari opened the door, seen the child who was crossing the table sitting on a chair in the room Bu Sari.
"What's up, sir?" ask Bu Sari
"Mom, I want to say good morning to go home, thank you very much for the kindness of Ms. Sari and friends here" said Mr. Jemari who was still standing in front of the door of the room.
"Yes sir, the same heart is big on the way, besuk so that in between Mas Budi to the highway, can take a bus from the highway" said Ibu Sari
"O yes sir, this is Angga the new child has not wanted to sleep with his friends, how about sleeping with Jemari sir in the guest room" said Bu Sari. Mr. Jemari was confused about what to answer, he just kept quiet and it was interpreted by Mr. Sari Pak Jemari to agree.
"They will sleep in the same guest room Pak Jemari yes, the room is spacious there are two spacious beds, there is a bathroom inside as well" said Bu Sari while looking at Angga, but Angga did not answer and did not look.
"Later delivery mother after you have dinner" said Ibu Sari again and Angga still frozen
"Well Mr. Jemari can go back to the room later I take Angga there, this I want to take Angga to dinner first, since I have not eaten" said Bu Sari and then Mr. Jemari stepped out of Sari's mother's room with a feeling of sadness.
Seen Ibu Sari still persuaded Angga to eat, finally Angga wanted to eat with fried rice made. Owe Angga why not say from earlier so muttered Bu Sari.
Then Bu Sari and Angga walked towards the dining room. Fatima and Mawarni in the dining room have just completed their extra task due to the tragedy of the buzz at the table.
"Not done your job?" ask Bu Sari when he enters the dining room
"It's over Ma'am just settled down and wants to lock the dining room door" replied Fatima
"Your kitchen key is holding?" ask Bu Sari
"Yes ma'am, I'm going to put this in his place" replied Mawarni
"There's still Fat rice?" ask Bu Sari while taking the kitchen key
"Still Ma'am" Fatima replied
"People sit down first yes" said Bu Sari gently while turning towards Angga who was still standing at the dining room door. He walked and sat in one of the chairs.
Ms. Sari then walked towards the kitchen and was followed by Fatima and Mawarni.
"What are you cooking, ma'am?" ask Mawarni and Fatima together
"Fried rice for Angga" replied Ibu Sari while opening the refrigerator and taking the ingredients needed.
"I help you Mom" Fatima said, offering help
"I accompany ya Bu" said Mawarni chimed in
"Can you guys eat fried rice too?" ask Sari's mother
"It's full Mom" replied Fatima and Mawarni while helping to mix seasonings and equipment.
"Special fried rice, huh Ma'am?" ask Mawarni when she sees Sari's mother preparing chicken, meatballs, sausages and eggs taken from the refrigerator.
"Yes, you must not be envious" said Ibu Sari softly
"No Ma'am" Fatima and Mawarni replied simultaneously
"The first new person here, he's the son of a rich person you must understand later long ago we love his understanding" said Ibu Sari slowly so as not to sound Angga who was in the dining room
"Ooo his name is Angga Bu" Fatima said
"Yes he wants to stay here, his Oma is sick before he lives with Omanya" said Ibu Sari
"His parents are divorced, I don't know why Angga does not want to come with them, Angga is still a lot of silence if asked rarely answered" said Ibu Sari who still with a soft voice half whispered.
And not long the special fried rice was cooked then Ibu Sari put it in two dishes. After that Ibu Sari brought the fried rice to the dining room with Mawarni, while Fatima cleaned the kitchen and when she wanted to lock the kitchen door..
"Fat don't lock the kitchen first" Sari's mother shouted from the dining room.
Fatima then walked to the dining room after arriving at the front door of the dining room Mawarni came out of the dining room after putting fried rice on the front desk of Angga.
"Mom, we stay yes" said Fatima and Mawarni at the same time, who answered a nod of the head by Ms. Sari. Then walk out of the dining room.
"What library are you going to Ni's room for?" fatima asked as she walked down the dining hall
"To the room only Fat, I was tired of lying down" replied Mawarni and finally they walked towards the room. When he arrived in front of the room Fatima immediately turned the door handle and pushed the door. For a moment he looked at the four roommates already in the room and placed themselves in their beds.
"Now are you in the room?" ask Fatima while stepping inside
"Capek was in my garden" answered Nesya
"If you're tired of what?" mawarni asked after closing the room door while looking at Nita and Vani.
"I'm tired of playing mbak" replied Nita innocently.
"If you?" ask the Rose to Vani
"I... I'm tired of what?" vani answered, asking
"I know what you're tired of" said Nita
",What?" ask the others at the same time
"My cousin" Nita replied with a smile and covered her mouth with both hands
"Sister Fatima and sister Mawarni just finished from the kitchen?" ask Marginah
"Yes after it is done, it turns out that Sari's mother wants to make fried rice for Angga" replied Fatima
"Whose number?" ask Marginah
"The new kid who just broke the table, he wants to stay here, his Oma is sick" Fatima replied again
"Yes Oma is sick in Singapore" Nita said
"Kok you know?" ask Mawarni while looking intently at Nita
"So I played in the front hallway of the living room, kept hearing them talk" Nita replied honestly
"What's in front of the living room?" ask Fatima
"Main being a lookout" Nita said seriously
"That's the name nguping" said Mawarni while throwing a pillow at Nita, Nita laughed instead
"Cool abbis is the guest" Nita said shyly
"Little boys know cool guys" Fatima said
"Ehhh mbak Ni, but the driver if you call it not Angga but a small master" said Vani
"Keep hearing what else?" ask Nesya kepo
"What is it..?" nita said while tapping her head with her fingertips like thinking hard.