Nandithas
VISIT TO THE HOUSE OF DIMAS

Always be thankful for the joy and sorrow that God gives. Always be thankful for crying

and the laughter changed. Happiness is not always there, neither are tears.

"Sister,,, would you like to see the process of making jerky in the same order??" Malikha interrupts the brother's daydream. The girl is very enthusiastic about doing a culinary promo this time.

"What do you want to go there?? Why??"

"Mmmmm I'm going to go back to Dimas' book. He said, now again in his house help his mother make an order."

"Oohh so, yes already ayok, let brother also see the process."

They went to the back of the house to meet the mother who was finishing her laundry.

"Mother,, I'm the same brother Dita want to go out for a while.....??!" Malikha as usual shouted from afar.

"Sir, your habit, yell! We are rich people in the interior!" Annoyed Nandita scolded her sister.

"If my voice is small, where do you hear sister?? Defeated later by the sound of the washing machine,,." Answer Malikha.

"Well, let's meet mom, find her a sanctuary!!" Nandita sewot, passed away leaving her sister.

'Friday again, nagging!! Yesterday was just like his beb, where dare he so much me,,.' Malikha's murmur behind her sister, her voice shriveled almost inaudibly.

"Bun,,, still a lot of unholy??" Ask Nandita, as soon as the place where the mother is active.

"Son, this stay is over, just be done. Why??"

"I want to go out for a while with Ikha, she wants to take the book to her friend's place. Mommy all right, at home??"

"Yes, it's there, but don't make it to night."

"Ok,,, what do you want to buy??" Ask the girl again.

"What yes,, what is important is good." Mother Santi spoke while smiling widely.

"Yes, later to be seen on the road there is something interesting." The girl kissed the mother's cheek, before turning to leave the woman who had given birth to her.

"Yuk deck," he asked the youngest who was silent next to the door.

"But brother," Malikha instead approached her mother

"Bun,,," the high school girl turned her hand towards the mother.

"Udaaaah,, you go with brother, why ask for more money anyway mother!! Later brother pay if you want to shop,,!" Nandita pulled the back of the sister's shirt, keeping her away from the front of the mother.

Mother Santi could only shake her head at the behavior of her two daughters. Sometimes, when Nandita and Malikha make a fuss, there is a longing for her first child Byanca. But what power, he does not want to be a selfish parent who limits the child's dreams. Bind them by reason of affection, then kill the dreams that become the spirit of his children's lives.

The flight attendant is the dream of his eldest son, and he strives to achieve it, then should he break the spirit of the child??

Nandita hugged her sister, who was busy telling her about many things during her different residence.

"Sister, you know, like Brother Byan already has a girlfriend..." The ghibah event begins

"Where are you??"

"At this time, ask permission from your mother, may not he be close to a man from outside??" The youngest of the three brothers.

"I mean??" Nandita did not understand the meaning of the word from outside it.

"I mean, brother Byan his cowboys bule kak ... But the mother said to take her home first, recognize her as a friend."

"Continuously??" Nandita is interested in hearing Malikha's story.

"So what?? Yes wait for Brother Byan invite the bule home .....!" Malikha sewot's.

"Yeeee you why sensian anyway?? Is it her sister?? He who told the story, the turn to respond ngomel, not responded annoyed!!" Nanditha behind sewot.

That's how they got along, got along for a while, got into a fight. But everywhere is always together. Maybe it is so for brothers in general.

Until arriving at a simple house, with a large yard, Nandita parked his motorbike.

He smiles. The house was quite clean, there was a small garden next to the house, with various types of beautiful colorful flowers.

"Excuse me,," Malikha's shrill voice rang out. Nandita who had been focused on looking at the small garden turned her head, shaking her head at the sister who did not know the place.

"Before," said the male voice from within.

Malikha smiled with slightly flushed cheeks hearing the voice from within.

"Hai Kha," said a young man about the age of Malikha. Quite handsome, with shaggy teeth that make it even more charming.

"Hi mas, I want to go back to yesterday's book. All right, look at your mom making the order. This is my brother I want to see he said." Malikha

"Dita" Sahut Nandita shook Dimas' hand.

"Yes, Brother Dita, please come in. Sorry the house is a mess." Said Dimas sungkan

They entered, passing through a simple living room, towards the kitchen located at the back of the house.

Apparently the cooking activity, in a rather open space, not the kitchen as usual house in general.

"Mom.... This is Ikha with her sister, she said she wanted to see the process of making the same order jerky" explained Dimas to the mother.

The middle-aged woman commented on the friendly smile. Traces of youth beauty, still clearly visible on the face that began to wrinkle it.

"May, please sit here, this coincidence just wants to enter the meat into the intestine." The mother, named Salma, showed her small chairs for her two guests.

Nandita looked around, looking clean. The furniture is also clean, though simple.

They looked at the process of making the sequence, while jerky had been dried in a special place to be exposed to direct sunlight.

"Mom, if this sequence is usually dried how many days??"

"It's usually two to three days. Depending on the weather, if it's cloudy it's gonna take longer."

"How rainy is the season??"

"Before his father Dimas was sick, he usually made emergency fumigation, use zinc. Only now because the situation is like this, we can only prepare orders if the weather is hot again. Dimas could not make something like his father. Fear of being damaged if it is not dry for a long time, because the raw meat material." Miss Salma again.

There was a sense of pity that appeared in Nandita's heart. The will to help was strong, but he didn't want to show it. Not everyone likes to be pitied, not everyone wants to have a debt. Nandita knew it. So, he was only able to smile in response to Ms. Salma's story.

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Elsewhere, Gunadh, who is relaxing in his mansion, intends to contact his lover.

Picking up the phone in his pants pocket, he immediately searched for Nandita's number.

Wait a few seconds for the call to be lifted.

"Yes, man,,,." The voice from across sounded melodious. Although not a day apart, but he already felt longed.

"At what??" Ask the man with my eyes.

"It's again at Dimas's house just as adek."

"Who's Dimas??" Gunadh's voice sounded riled up

"Good friend, come back here for a book."

"Did you come??"

"Yes want ajalah mas,, want to all see the process of making jerky in the same order."

"Oooh where you ordered it,,,?" Gunadh's voice softened.

"Yes,,, anyways why would I come out the same??"

"It's okay,,, man,,,. You said a guy's name because, who's name was."

Gunadh scratched the back of his head, a sign of misbehavior. Feeling embarrassed, even though Nandita did not see her stolen expression earlier.

"Yang,,, photo dong,,." Gunadh was heartless, yet very ludicrous in Nandita's ears.

"Iiisssh don't do that.... Afraid I'll be."

"Why??" Gunadh asked not to understand

"I imagine you said so, with your hands waving and walking gurgling. Hahaaaa..." Nandita couldn't stand her imagination, laughing out loud upsetting Gunadh.

"Your staff who,,, you think I'm Ben**Ng!!" Gunadh's annoyance is reflected in the appearance told by Nandita.

While the girl laughed more.

"Well, if not, don't be angry. I'll send you a picture." Nandita persuades Gunadh who seems to be sulking.

"Yes, promise to send a photo."

"Yeah,,,." Then the call is broken. Nandita sent me the photo as she was trying to come up with the sequence.

Gunadh smiled at the photo himself.

While from upstairs, there was a beautiful girl who was staring at her full of disappointment