MY PRINCE
MEET BI IJAH
My head is spinning - turn."
The head of the barrel turned around as he tried to stand up and as such Baras eventually sat back on the bed..
"Look, I'm gonna ask you a lot of questions."
Laras said this by holding his head and in a position to sit on the bed.
"Good morning mbak Laras "
Deg
One middle-aged woman who was very familiar to Laras now entered the room carrying a food trolley.
"Bi Ijah, is this really bi Ijah?"
"Yes, this is aunt's barrel."
Bi Ijah said this while approaching Laras.
"So I'm really not dreaming?"
Bi Ijah immediately frowned when Laras said that.
"What does mbak Laras mean?"
"Yesterday I really remember if I was still in Japan, but when I woke up this morning, I was in Indonesia."
At once bi Ijah was aware of what had happened with Laras, but in the end bi Ijah chose to remain silent.
"Nothing is impossible, nothing is impossible for Prince to do that for the sake of Mbak Laras."
And Laras was silent, one side at the moment he was so angry at what Prince had done to him, but on the other hand Laras was so happy to be back home.
"Where is Prince currently bi?"
Laras who listened to all the stories from bi Ijah can now only be silent without a word.
"Mbak won't hug aunty? really mbak, aunty really miss with mbak Laras, but aunty does not know where to find mbak Laras, so all this time aunty only misses aunt alone."
Now Laras can only look at one middle-aged woman who looks older, there is a sharp taste of every word that is said to him.
"Of course I'll hug auntie, come here."
The barrel immediately stretched out into his two hands to receive a hug from bi Ijah, and bi Ijah welcomed the hug with a very happy heart.
"Thank you for being so kind to auntie, thank you for not making a difference between us."
There were no words spoken by Laras except for a nod of his head.
Can not be denied bi Ijah already like a replacement to his two parents who have died.
"Bak Laras, don't leave aunt again, if mbak Laras go aunt will join mbak Laras."
Deg
The words spoken by bi Ijah touched the heart of Laras.
I'm sorry bi, but I can never promise that I will stay here for a long time.
Laras in the end could only say this while continuing to sink in the arms of bi Ijah.
"Bi, this morning Auntie cooked anything for me?"
The barrel that had already smelled the smell had to be from the dishes on the trolley asking that to bi Ijah.
"Ah aunty cook rice with chicken grilled mbak Laras favorite."