My Beloved Perjaka
Rasa

I should also have to wait for myself to hurry to change my clothes at home and soak in soothing warm water while enjoying the aroma of lavender therapy that makes me want to linger immersing my body in the water. But a stubborn heart only brought me to the front of the mansion of Miss Elma.

The magnificence of the three-story building filled with clear glass and giant curtains still looks haughty to me. Anyone who wants to enter this house must definitely pass a complicated examination. But it doesn't matter.

I said weeping in front of the gate of his house, towering in height, accompanied by specks of rain. How are you, papi? Did your home cctv catch my presence tonight. Did the guard in your house say I came in the rain? Hopefully, let you not calm down when menatio preparation time for your third wedding occurs.

I smiled sadly inside the thick blanket that wrapped my body. I think the rain washed my heart too. But it turned out to be a lie. Finally, let me be simple. I catch a cold, seven-round dizziness, a nauseous stomach, not eating and my nose is runny. There was snot coming out when I sneezed.

"Bie... Auntie." call me in a hoarse voice, even my sweet, spoiled voice is gone replaced by a terrible hindeng voice. Alexa Liu if you hear it must laugh mocking let alone last night which was the cause of my colds.

"Aunt Marni. Auntie, love me. I'm thirsty, I'm single. Please come here for a minute." I screamed half-dead until my throat hurt.

"Auntie where the hell? What kind of vegetable maker does it have?"

In my heart, sadness crept into my mind. If you are alone like this and sick, I miss mama and papa, I miss the way papa worries, I miss the way mama feeds me painfully even while nagging.

A bunch of claustrophobic stuff went straight through my chest, I rolled over and dropped myself on the carpet. It hurts, but it doesn't hurt to lose someone I love. I lost everything, the affection and the people who cared for me.

I desperately held my tears while limping out of the room.

The sun was seen barging in through the window, illuminating the now silent room. Only the sound of lizards and geckos occasionally greets me at night. But what is worse is the sound of electricity tokens that are already limited. The usual activities I do in this house seem to change. The spaces become quiet, closed, but hopefully not haunted.

Anyway it's sad my life right now, that's one reason I prefer it at the clinic. A lot of friends there, a lot of people I met even though it was only based on business relationships.

I made a warm tea and then pulled my ings deep which almost came out. I opened the back door and sunbaked. The heat of this morning's sun didn't make me feel better. I sneeze more and more.

Aunt Marni put her groceries from the peddler on the grass. He crouched down, opened his shopping bag with a meticulous face.

"Mrs eat porridge first, let's go with aunt. After that, just aunty made chicken soup." Aunt Marni promised to take her own porridge in the shopping bag and then sit in the other seat.

I who have no appetite just a few times feed porridge into my mouth as much as five times. It feels bland, like there is less.

"I miss mama as papa, bi." I said as I puffed up, the white clouds went hand in hand, struggling calmly to cover the sunlight.

"It feels like crying if you are sick with gini. It hurts everyone, bi. Inside out. Nothing is intense take care of me. Where papi would marry Deborah. While I was alone. It's not fair that God gave this trial to me in a row." lamented in a choked tone.

"Udah to, nyah. It's been. Don't keep lamenting like this. Aunty so sad, this is your aunt's chest go awjel if the mistress moody continues like this." Aunt Marni put the porridge on the grass. Then get the porridge container out of my hand.

"Please be healthy, nyonyah hepi-hepi and stay stylish. Aunty would rather be such a bitch than a dull ugly like this. Not cool, not like the old lady Bella."

Aunt Marni clasped my hand tighter with teary eyes. His character is loving and slalu became a critic of my performance this sad smile.

"Let's aunt accompany to eat mom and dad, but the mistress now has to be healthy eating a lot and rest!"

Those trivial words sounded foreign to my ears but now it feels all so warm because the sun also returns to highlight the backyard with its bright rays.

"Auntie don't go long, don't go far. So if I call aunty denger." I asked while peeping the back of Aunt Marni's hand. "My throat hurt last night after eating bad ramen, and thank you auntie is already here. Don't go."

We cried together while hugging. It sounds like there's something churning in there that you want to get out. Taste, mutual belonging that I now make sure aunt Marni becomes a stopover from every complaint in my heart. Where I went home and complained about how my day was going. Because among the options that obviously there is no—because papa and mama are single children—this old woman who can understand me the most like mama. Love, Marni's aunt from the heartbroken Bella Ellis.