Metallmorphosis
CHAPTER 19. Called Comfort, Family.

Ren, and his parents were sitting on the sofa in Ren's room, waiting for Zinnia.

“Your boyfriend, Ren?” Rai asked breaking the silence.

Ren had been monitoring the stock price on his tablet, so immediately turned to his father. Then he turned to his mother who had the same look.

“Not, Pa. Just temen.” Answer Ren.

“Temen his attention to the whole thing.” Cirps Esta.

“Truly temen, Ma..” Ren tried to convince his mother.

“Iya, yes. Temens. We believe, kok.” Rai gave the code to his wife.

“Mama with Papa rest. Already malem. Let Ren take care here.”

“Mama doesn't believe in you. Attract your girls anything, again.” Cirps Esta.

“Mama parno, yes. How could I possibly say it.” Dengus Ren's.

“Bener?”

“Ma.

“Hehehehe. Aye, yes. Mama believes in you. Because you are Mama's son. Yes, we rest first. Jagain Zinnia's. Don't be anything.” Esta reminded me again.

“Yes geez. Mama.”

Rai and Esta remained chuckled as they exited Ren's room.

Ren was still focusing on his tablet. But for a long time he evaporated too. His body could not be awakened any longer. He glanced at the wall clock and the time showed at 2 in the morning. Finally, he put his body on the sofa.

Zinnia squinted her swollen eyes from crying too much last night. Glare because the sunlight that entered through the glass filled the room. He got up and sat on the bed. He still does not realize its existence. He thinks he's in his room.

The first thing Zinnia saw was the sleeping figure of Ren crisscrossing the sofa in front of the bed. Ah, it seems like she should immediately gather her consciousness if not to hallucinate seeing Ren in her room.

Zinnia stretched his muscles to make his body relax. While yawning, he circulated the gaze throughout the room. And he realized it wasn't his room. Zinnia was very confused.

“Oh, Zinnia is awake?” Esta's new voice coming into the room shocked Zinnia. He frowned at the middle-aged woman.

“Tante who?”

Esta smiles. He placed a tray of warm water on the nightstand and thrust his hand.

“Greetings yes, Zinnia. I'm Esta. Mama Ren.” Esta introduced herself. He looked at Ren who was still sleeping on the sofa.

Zinnia looked at Esta in confusion. There are so many questions that come to his mind right now.

“So this is his home Brother Ren?” Mumbled.

Esta nodded. “Now you're in Ren's room. You don't want to semalem Ren bring you here?”

Zinnia tried to gather his memories. But only until he meets Ariga. The rest, he doesn't remember anything anymore.

“Zinnia no download, Aunt.”

“Ya. Now drink this. Let seger.” Esta offered a glass of warm water to Zinnia.

“Still a lot, Aunt.” Lirih.

“Yes geez. I'm still sleeping today son.” Esta's grunt approached Ren on the sofa. While Zinnia was still gathering his consciousness and just paying attention.

“Nak? Wake up in the afternoon, you know. Not in the office?”

Ren flinching. It seems like he is in a dreamland.

“Ren?” This time Esta shook her son's body until Ren woke up.

Ren was shocked to find his mother in front of him. He immediately sat down and blinked his eyes.

“Udah noon. Not in the office?”

Ren looked towards Zinnia who was sitting on the bed and was also looking at him.

“What time is this?”

“Udah half 8. Buruan. Betar again Ariga dateng you are not ready.”

“Iya, Ma.”

Esta switched from Ren's side. “Tante out first, yes. The breakfast is ready, it will go down immediately. Aunt wait under.” He told Zinnia.

Zinnia nodded. “Iya, Aunt.”

After Esta died, Ren immediately got up and walked closer to Zinnia. Sitting on the edge of the bed while looking at Zinnia's swollen face.

“How are you doing?” Ask Ren.

“Missing time, Kak.”

“Your feet? Still sore? Must be smeared with ointment again.”

Zinnia glanced at his feet which did appear to be injured. Then I looked back at Ren.

“So Sister Ren. Just help me. By the way whose shirt is this? Big bang.” Said Zinnia watching the brown T-shirt stuck to his body.

“The Case is Sur. It's just his shirt that fits you. Just get up there. Wash face what shower.” Ren's orders.

Zinnia only smiled by showing off a row of his teeth. Then he got off the bed.

“I wash my face. Hehehehehe.”

Zinnia grinned as she walked. The wound on his leg was painful when he moved. But he just forced her.

It wasn't long before Zinnia was out of the bathroom. He finds Ren still waiting for him to change to use the bathroom.

“If you have, go down. Direct breakfast. I'm going to take a shower first.” Said Ren who went straight into the bathroom.

Zinnia followed Ren's advice. He left the room and went down to the first floor.

Arriving at the end of the stairs, Zinnia seemed confused to find a dining room. He looked to the right and to the left. The house was so large that he could not guess where the kitchen was. Even bigger than his house.

“Zinnia, here!” Call Esta from her right. He looked up and went straight to Esta.

Esta takes Zinnia to the dining room. There is already Rai who is sipping coffee while reading the newspaper. Typical activities of middle-aged men ala-ala.

“This, Aunt husband. Her paper Ren.” Esta introduces Rai.

Zinnia immediately approached Rai and regretted it.

“Where? Are you feeling better?” Rai asked as he folded the newspaper and put it on the table in front of him.

“Udah, Om. Thanks Om, Auntie, let me stay here.”

“Nothing. Your aunt is okay. Here sit. We'll wait for Ren for a minute.” Esta.

A pleasant home atmosphere and a warm family. Even Zinnia can feel it even though it's just a first impression.

Sensing his aura, it seemed like in this house no one was shouting raising his voice. Especially wear slap show. He found no trace of emotion there. Even Rai and Esta seemed to be chatting and lightly joking with love.

Very different from his home. Always decorated with screams and slaps. Even his father and mother also often shouted uncontrollably.

Ren family is a great family. Moreover, Esta's warm attitude. She wants a mother like Esta. Damned if he wished so? Does that mean he is not grateful for his family?

I don't know. Zinnia just wants this warm atmosphere in his home. Seeing his father and mother throwing jokes at each other. Along with her and her sister. There is no meaning. There is no distinction. There is no comparison. And for sure, there were no shouts and slaps. Everything blends in the comfort of the so-called, family.