Nandithas
MEET GRANDPA

If you were crying yesterday, you might be laughing.

If today you are happy, maybe tomorrow sadness will say hello.

That is why parents always advise their children not to over-indulge in the taste that today comes to you. Because everything can change with time.

The days of Nandita went on as usual. It's just that now, he has friends that every day he can invite to joke, play, and sometimes clash of mouth.

The figure of Namira Arjava is a cheerful agile girl. He is also a smart boy. Nandita seemed to see herself as a small version of the girl. Even his mischievous nature too. Namira is also a very smart child harboring his feelings, but sometimes when his mood is not good, he will do something beyond his control. I don't know what disease it is.

But most of the trigger is when he misses the mommy.

"Onty will return to school to pick up Mira ..." A short message from the foster child

"Onty there are still these additional classes for children whose grades are less than good" he replied.

He gets used to calling himself aunty, because Mira doesn't want to call him brother. Likewise with Gunadh, who does not accept always called father, finally chose the word mas to look more relaxed and not stiff.

"Yaaaah onty not cool, just I want to take onty to Daddy's office"

"I'm sorry, you went by yourself first yes, later if the completion quickly, onty pick you up there."

"Bahkl." Reply to the girl

That extra lesson lasted only an hour. Nandita immediately left her workplace school by riding her favorite matic motorcycle. Although the bike is old, but he is diligent in caring, making the bike still look good.

He stopped picking up the little girl, because the Daddy's office driver would take the girl to Nandita's boarding house.

Nandita arrives at the boarding house, almost simultaneously with the car carrying Mira.

"Ownty....."

"Eehhh Sampe already,,, why a minute in your daddy's place??"

"Daddy is busy, I'm lazy if asked to wait, sit on the brakes in his room"

"Oohh,, yes, come in... Have you eaten??"

"Heheeee belom, onty did not cook?"

"Basak dong, but the side dish is sober"

" Aren't there any rich side dishes this time??"

"What's the smell??"

"That looh is rich in sausages, which onty said was made with his father onty"

"Ooohh order, just try onty see in the refrigerator is still there. Do you like that food?

"Hhhhemmm" Mira just nodded her head.

*This is a description of the type of food that may not all friends are interested in reading it, so it can be skipped yes,,,

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The order is a typical food of one of the regions in Indonesia, usually made from b*b* meat or chicken. Where the meat that has been cut into small pieces is given a special seasoning, after that it is inserted into the intestine b*b* that has been washed. If you want to use chicken, the process is the same just have to use seaweed juice that has been processed in order to wrap the meat so that it forms a long sausage.

After the meat intake process is complete, the new order is dried in the sun or in the smoke on small coals so as not to burn. The process takes three days, depending on the weather. After that, the order can be fried. The rest can go in the refrigerator or be frozen in the freezer. Hold for up to three months.*

"It's still Mir, onty put it outside first and then we'll change our new clothes execution,, ok,,,"

"Ok onty, I'll cut up yaaa first"

"Be careful his hand will hurt."

"Just calm down, Mira is a professional"

There was no response from Nandita, because the girl had entered the bathroom.

Nandita boarding room is not too spacious, about 4x4 meters. Once entered from the front page, there is a bed, cupboard, television, refrigerator. Crossing the entrance, there is another small door that connects the kitchen that only contains a long concrete table and a sink that becomes one. Next door is a bathroom that is only enough for two adults. The kitchen itself is not fully roofed, some of which are left open freely. Maybe the hostess meant that the smoke from cooking did not enter the room. But by Nandita closed and only left a third open, so that the stove and other furniture is not wet when exposed to rain water.

For Nandita it was enough, after all in that city he only lived alone.

"Udah finished his chopping bells?" Nandita asked from behind Mira

"Udah dong onty,, did you see Mira pinter??"

"Hhhhm is decent" he commented, clamping his chin with his index finger and thumb, just as the MasterChef judges judge the contestants' work

"Onty doesn't have to be his style,,, it doesn't fit.... That's chef Juna's style...."

"Yeeeee is the only chef Juna who can do this. Onty could also time" Nandita headed to the prabotan place, took a frying pan and spoon with small holes, then put it on the stove. It's ready to fry.

"Mir,, if you sell rice with side dishes like this, let alone the pieces are thick and thick like this onty sure your shop will sell sweet"

"Yes, it's a bangeeet, but after a month the shop is closed"

Mira's eyebrows are wrinkled. The logic is that warung rame must be bigger and then why closed.

"Ooohhhh so turned rich restaurant that onty huh??"

"Yes, it's not, your shop is closed because it's bankrupt. Broooo city loss" Nandita mocked Mira who felt could not cut properly

"It's onty, it's, "" Mira was upset and it made Nandita laugh out loud.

They enjoy food with pleasure. Without the burden of never thinking maybe tomorrow they will not meet again.

While enjoying the afternoon meal, Nandita's phone ringing echoed, Naomi Scot's song is still her favorite ringtone.

Apparently the call was from the mother.

"Yes mother,,,,"

"Where are you again??"

"At the kost is Bun.... This is eating"

"Have you eaten??"

He asked back. Indeed, all this time the communication between mother and child was smooth and frequent, so Nandita never asked the purpose of the mother contacted him. Because if you ask the wrong mother will be angry.

"Yet, that's,,." Mother's hesitant reply made Nandita's forehead wrinkle.

"We, mother and father are in the hospital now, your grandfather is in the hospital"

"Ooohh trus over there who's Bun??"

Nandita was neither shocked nor anxious

"Everything is here. Dad again in the grandfather's room, mom came out for a while because inside was rame. Can you come here tomorrow? Asked about the same thing as the others"

Nandita knows how her aunts behave. A chance to reproach his parents if he doesn't come. Even though he was lazy to go there, but how else?

"Ya Bun tomorrow try to go home. Why did you get to Bun Hospital??"

"Say your aunt, fell in the bathroom"

"Ya Bun tomorrow we go home. Mother do not forget to eat. Remember nothing goes to the heart. Kasian will be full of trash in his heart"

"Yes, yes, yes you entered the grandfather's room first"

"Yes bund..."

Calls closed.

His heart feels bad.

Hearing the bad news why is his heart ordinary??

Did he sin because as a grandson not feel worried about his grandfather??

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The next day, Nandita returned to his town with permission at the place where he taught. Likewise with Mira, from yesterday he had told the girl that today and maybe until the next few days they would not meet.

After several hours of travel, the girl had arrived at a private hospital in the city where she lived.

"Mother, mother, grandfather in what room?"

Ask Nandita by phone

"In Tulip Room no 7 Ta. You're Sampe? Mother is still in this house just returned home. Get changed first"

"Alright Bun... Mother rest first at home. Where's dad Bun? Come home too?"

"Yes, the same mother came with me to go there, so she went home together too"

"Whose grandfather is waiting for you??"

"That's aunty Dewi same Aunt Sari, right favorite child" mother said with a little insinuation.

"I went in first, Bun... I hope not by the way macem-macem. Tired of fear of evil"

"Yaaaa,, but if you can also fight Ta once in a while, not the mother who taught you a bad child. But sometimes we have to show who we are to them so they don't always underestimate us"

"Yes Bun,,, later try" the phone closed.

After asking the receptionist, he headed for the grandfather's room. In his heart he prayed that his Tante would not be insinuating, fearing that he would argue there. Moreover, there is no father, as his brake.