Nandithas
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There is a saying that when the right hand gives, the left hand does not need to know. That is what should be applied in life. Sincerely we give, without having to show that we are generous.

Namira had just finished exchanging news with the mommy. Once from Singapore, she was released to communicate with the woman who had given birth to her. He was about to go down to meet the Daddy who had just come from out of town.

But the desire to hug the Daddy vanished, as soon as he saw his daddy talking to someone over the phone.

'Honey?? Did Daddy talk to Dita onty again?? How do I separate them? I don't want to see sad mommy, I want them to be together again. If it wasn't for Dita's onty, I would have been able to gather with my parents whole.' Mira spoke in her heart.

The little girl went down the stairs, pretending not to know that her daddy was on the phone.

"Daddy,,," Mira changed her expression to look cheerful.

"What time does Daddy get home??"

Gunadh smiled gently, fondly stroking the top of his daughter's head. Re-insert the communication tool he used.

"There was an hour ago Daddy arrived, you were still sleeping Daddy saw in the room."

Mira did not reply to the words of the Daddy, the girl just hugged the Daddy tightly. The longing he had recently felt was getting stronger.

"Dad,,, Mira temenin play to time Zine donk...." Ray

"May,, but then yeah, Daddy takes a shower."

"OK,,,,." Mira forms the letter o using her index finger and thumb. Gunadh ruffled the princess's hair, anxious about her behavior.

When they were ready, they both went to one of the nearest malls. Straight to the play area, Gunadh follows the princess's small steps.

"Darling, Daddy, wait here, yes, you choose which toy you want." Disappointed, Mira shows the man in front of her.

"I want him to play with Daddy,. No fun playing alone...." Her words were parsing

"But Daddy never played that way, it doesn't match Daddy's age either...." Reject Gunadh subtly

"Just try there onty Dita, surely he wants to play Mira temenin." Namira subconsciously mentioned Nandita's name. That made Gunadh smile.

"Yes,, later if onty has come back here, you play as much as he does." Gunadh said excitedly.

Namira finally played alone. Not feeling good, he decided to stop playing.

"Dad,,, bosen there's no friend...." Whine the girl again

"Where else to go? Mumpung Daddy still have time, tomorrow Daddy has entered the office again so rarely can accompany you."

"Mira wants to buy Dad's shoes,,,." Bespotted

"Ok, let's go find. We eat and go home." Take Gunadh

"You're watching Dad, too,,,."

"Oohh yeah we've eaten watch, just got home. Not too late either"

They surround the mall. In addition to shoes, Mira also buys bags, clothes and dolls. He wanted to make the most of the time that Daddy rarely had for him.

After finishing eating, Mira invited the Daddy to watch a princess-style movie in the fairyland.

Many parents accompany their children to the cinema. The father lined up for tickets and bought popcorn, while his mother accompanied the child waiting in the waiting chair. All that Mira noticed with envy that re-emerged.

'If mommy and Daddy don't split up, I'll be like them everywhere accompanied by their parents. If Daddy never hurt mommy, tell mommy to leave the house.' Mira muttered in heart.

Without the girl knowing, that her mommy is actually unfaithful. Sapphira left them. Because of Sapphira, Gunadh had to be a single parent who not only cared for and supported the princess, but tried to divide the time in order to be balanced in caring for her daughter and also working.

Gunadh came with popcorn and drinks, as well as tickets in his pocket.

"Look, baby,,,." Take it to the princess.

Namira who had been daydreaming, was surprised by the voice of the Daddy.

"Eh, yes, Dad," The little girl stuttered when she found her father in front of her.

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Nandita was relaxing on her front porch when a young man walked into her yard riding an old motorcycle.

"His brother,,," said the young man, who was none other than Dimas.

"Eeh Dimas, would you like to find Ikha, would you??" Nandita kindly welcomed her sister's friend.

"No, brother, I brought Dita's orders." Said the man, showing the shopping bag he was carrying.

"Ooohh kirain look for Ikha,,. Yes, go in first yuk...." Bring again.

"Thank you, brother," Dimas shyly entered the house.

Malikha who was sitting in front of the tv turned her head, when she heard the voice of someone at the door. A smile sprung from her sweet lips, as soon as she knew who the owner of the voice was.

He got up, then immediately went ahead looking for the source of the sound.

"Dimas,,, what are you doing here??" The girl was very happy to meet the man she liked. But as much as possible he behaved normally, so as not to be too obvious his joy.

"Hi Kha, I brought you your order the day after tomorrow."

"Don't do it, I'll take another order later." Dimas lied, because he felt awkward.

"Ooohhh yes," a disappointed look was seen on Malikha's face.

Nandita came with some red money.

"Dim, here's the money, please,. Hopefully according to my tongue, yes, if I enter later I order again with you." Nandita.

"Sister, didn't you say our plan?? He said help?!" Malikha whispered in her brother's ear.

"Try this first, if it fits new. Let's not php later." Nandita also whispered.

"Yaaaa would fit, brother, that is,,,. Ayooo let Dimas have that spirit..." Malikha.

Nandita took a deep breath, it was hard to talk to Malikha. The youngest child whose every will must be obeyed immediately.

"Mending you make a drink first run out that you fried the same order of this jerky some. Brother wants to try first, let Dimas also try. After that, I just want to obrolin again about our plan." His orders to his sister.

Between sincere and not, Malikha stepped into the kitchen. Not forgetting he took the order that Dimas had brought.

"Dim, I went to the kitchen first, he, you talked to Dita first." The sweet smile he gave to the handsome young man in front of him. It was different when he looked at his brother. It was clearly an annoyed face drawn.

"Deck spout,,,,." Nandita growls.

"Yeah,,,,." With a stomp of the foot, the high school girl passed by.

Dimas just smiled at the interaction of the two brothers, who were thought to get along.

"Sit down first Dim, someone wants you to discuss the same for a while. You have time, right??" Nandita invited Dimas to sit on the sofa.

"Thank you brother, just relax. I'm free, no activity." Sahut Dimas's

Waiting for a while, finally Malikha came with the results of fried jerky and the sequence earlier.

They also tasted the results.

"Mmmm Dim, isn't this kind of salty thing??" Ask Nandita

"If eaten like this is indeed brother, this is actually a side dish not a snack. So he has to have rice. Try her brother later eat it with rice, it must be reduced salty taste. Moreover, the rice is warm sak, continue to mix it later between the same order of warm rice, beeeeuh steady kak,,, "Light Dimas with a delicious expression.

Nandita was pleased with the explanation of the man with the shag teeth. His expression looked honest, not contrived. He was starting to believe he would work together later.

"Gini Dim, I want to sell this product again. Are your parents willing to cooperate with you??"

Dimas smiled happily at the cooperation from Nandita's lips.

"Where is the system, brother?? Let me be easy to explain to my parents."

"It's from the big brother, yes, later if your parents have objections or how, we can discuss again. Look, brother will help capital for you to make more production. We created a special account for the promotion. We make a brand so that it has a name and distinctive characteristics. Well, every order that enters, must pass the account, even though your parents already have customers, then the order through the application. Our net profit is for two. Well that's the admin of you two, Malikha is the same as you."

"Lha, why am I sister" Malikha was shocked to have her name called.

"Tar first, you're not done talking!" Nandita is worried about her sister. With a fierce face he looked at the youngest child.

"Y, yes, my sister" Malikha frowned.

"You record how much income, expenses, the same distribution costs. Every month brother checks. Later you will also promo to the hotel or supermarket to market our products. What do you think??"

Dimas listened well to Nandita's explanation, he also agreed with the idea. If it goes, at least his mother does not have to work hard to make rice packs every day, which sometimes the results are not much. Because the system is done so that any food left is at risk, not the owner of the canteen.

"Okay, sister, later I will directly convey the same mother and father. I hope they will." Dimas replied with a hopeful look.

"Yes, I hope your parents can..." Nandita smiled at the spirit of the young man who had just sat on the High School bench.

"Sister, can you talk??" Malikha timidly pointed her index finger over her head. Just like a student in front of his teacher

"Yes, why deck?" Answer Nandita.

"Why am I involved?? I said I just wanted tires, aauuhh,,,!"

Not finished he said, his feet were trampled by the brother.

"Yes you are the same Dimas who became the admin. Learn to make money, don't want to be good. This is your probation period. Remember you'll be going to college soon, after work. If you do not train your brain from now on, you will not be able to compete later. All this time, you always take it easy. It's time now you take care of something." A long lecture was given by Nandita.

"But I can't, brother, not to mention want to take the exam, right?? My lesson will be interrupted." Malikha's reasoning is quite reasonable. But Nandita remained chortled, the younger brother had to get involved.

"If so do not have to help his parents Dimas" Whisper in the ears of the younger brother.

Malikha glared, not accepting her brother's words.

"Isshh really that, huh,,?? Yes, I do, I want to. But it's gonna take the big brother exam that's taking over for a while, yeah,,,." Malikha finally gave up.

"That's how it is, we'll see the progress. When we walk, we think about the right solution.

Dimas said goodbye after more than two hours he was at Malikha's house.

There was a glimmer of hope, which made his steps light towards a simple home, where he had grown to this day.