MY LOVELY, SAHARA
Chapters 11. With Love, Cakra

Dear Sahara's,

Don't be rejected, or I'll be sad.

If you mind my small gift, give it back twice as much as the original form of money...

If you want to return the favor, just video call me after you receive this package, miss it heavy let alone your face moved.

Sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the pillow, sometimes running around in my brain...

With love, Cakra.

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Either be happy or sad, or maybe Sahara feels funny. Clearly, every word that was crossed was truly heart-pounding.

Why is this weird?

Though obviously they have no relationship, but since hearing the recognition of Cakra makes Sahara always keep her distance with her male friends including Devon. Making Sahara feel guilty because it was a photo with Devon, the photo also became the subject of the temptation of classmates.

Even from that day on, Devon aggressively approached her, waiting for her when she came home from school and repeatedly tried to take her for a walk.

Sahara presses the green app, trying to send a blank message on the Cakra number.

Drr...

The master had just put down his bag, even Cakra was still wearing a school uniform. Instead of replacing it, he sat staring at the phone screen while smiling.

"Cakra, thank you for the phone."

"Cakra, why bother?"

"Cakras... Cakra why was I bought a cell phone?"

"Cakra..."

Sahara repeatedly type delete type delete message, as a result of which she was busy thinking about what message for Cakra. However, what happened was that the message continued to be erased and finally Sahara chose silence. Put the new phone down in annoyance.

Trings...

The sound of video calls coming in from the Cakra, the Sahara is getting confused. He was nervous as he held his necklace. "Kok so gini deg-degan huh?" mumbling slowly.

"Hallo?" call Sahara still refused to show her face.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Cakra said. Sahara answered with a grimace. "Assalamu'alaikum's Cakra!" repeat a sweet smile, of course a forced smile.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Has the phone arrived?" silly questions and bo doh that just popped out of Cakra's lips. The phone is in the hands of the Sahara.

"That's it, thanks." At last it was just the word that came out of the lips of the Sahara.

"Thank God, you and the others are healthy, right? I'm sorry that Mama hasn't been able to get there yet" he exclaimed. I heard heavy breathing there.

"Thank God be healthy, that's okay. I said there was also a new donor from Semarang. I just haven't seen him yet home. Cak, you're healthy too, right?" ask Sahara. Apparently it was as easy as having a topic of conversation between them.

"Healthy, but yes there is a little problem. Maybe you can't play there yet."

"May we finish the problem. Why bother buying a phone for me?" ask Sahara that's not good.

"Let's have a cell phone, and I can watch you." The Sahara can only roll her eyeballs.

"Ishh, but thanks again."

"Just keep going" Cakra exclaimed shortly afterwards.

Their call ended as the afternoon wore on, Sahara was going to the kitchen but stopped when she heard Mother Home and Mother Asih chatting.

"Mom, the gentlemen, his face looks the same as Sahara?"

"Your feelings, yes."

"But it's really similar to Mbak," said Mbak Asih.

"Opo the hell you, can-can be careful guests. He is the father of Sahara, Asih. But I'm still not ready to be honest with Sahara and Sagara."

"Oh, so his name is Sagara!" exclaim Asih.

"Sa-ga-ra," murmured Sahara.

"So my dad was here? Why didn't Mom say anything? Don't-don't come in a white car earlier, "inner Sahara.

Intentions to the kitchen so snarled, he even returned to the room.

Until night, Sahara locked herself up. He was reluctant to go out, especially when he found out that the mother of the home lied to him. There could be other lies hidden.

"Western?" call Mbak Asih. The reason is that Revelation, Nana and the others are ready at the dinner table.

"Yes, Mommy?" Sahara came out, even she had not taken a bath when it was night, it was seven o'clock.

"Gosh, you haven't had a shower yet. The others are waiting," cried Mbak Asih.

"First, Ma'am!"

Asih nodded, but instead followed Sahara to the bathroom.

"If not for long, we wait."

"It's like a long time, ma'am! I mules," his alibi. As if mules were the most plausible reason for the Sahara, lucky despite repeatedly using that excuse, the Sahara did not get karma.

In the bathroom next to the kitchen Sahara repeatedly sighed, "Sa ga ra!" Repeatedly.

While the so-called always sneeze when not a cold.

"Oi-hu..."

"Father colds?" ask Lendra. In fact, they were currently filling the empty house of the late Kinara's parents. Still in the Ambarawa area, maybe Sagara will stay a day goods two days.

"No, just feeling like you're not on the board."

"Do you need to see a doctor? Maybe you're not used to it..." Lendra hung up her words.

"you mean? I'm not used to living in my wife's house?" sagara looked at Lendra sharply.

"No, sorry sir. I'm wrong to talk."

"Here you go, sleep in the front room. I'll be at the very end of the room" he exclaimed.

Lendra nodded, he was forced to obey all Sagara's will. Especially Sagara type of people who are difficult to guess, sometimes good sometimes in an instant can change.

Lendra also went into the room that looks neat, understand only this big house although it looks ordinary from the outside but its neatness need not be doubted. Even Sagara pays someone a neighbor here to take care of and clean it every day.

That morning, Sagara was already running around the complex. Another with Lendra, he suddenly became a personal assistant Sagara in Ambarawa, he was even told to buy clothes and all the necessities for two days.

"Who knows this is really raised to be assistant," Lendra's mind in the midst of his resignation.

Brakk!

"Oh," ringis Sahara when the white SUV car accidentally hit him.

The motorcycle collapsed at the foot of the Sahara.

"Are you okay, son?" Ask Lendra.

Sahara grimaces, "screeching little Om, sorry yes! Don't ask for damages, Om. I don't have any money" cried the Sahara. At the sight of the car being boarded similar to the guest of the home yesterday Sahara froze.

"Yes, Om take you to the doctor?" bargain Lendra.

"But Om, later ngrepotin. I want to go to school." When Sahara began to look at Lendra's face, she began to think whether this cool middle-aged man was her papa? Why is it so different.

"I've been rich to see you, but where?" Lendra scratched his head.

He asked local residents to secure the Sahara motorbike and took the girl into the car.

"If you don't want to go to the hospital, to the clinic just let diobatin." Lendra focused on the steering wheel. Occasionally glancing back.

"Whose name are you?" ask Lendra.

"Star, Om!"

"It's a good name, even if the stars only shine at night you keep shining this early" Lendra joked.

Sahara immediately smiled at her joke, if it was true that she was the birth father of the Sahara would not the Sahara be the happiest girl because she had a pleasant Papa, he thought.