Nandithas
SOVEREIGNLY

"Dek later until home do not discuss this problem with your sister huh. Let's talk to her tomorrow mommy slowly." Pinta Darma's father to Malikha.

"Yes ... But don't delay, yeah. Let me also calm down his work. Not not to believe the same brother Dita, only if we already know what we actually better to think." Said Malikha, who was sitting alone in the back seat.

"I don't think yes well, it turns out that slander is the effect is extraordinary. Even people who are not involved also interfere, to the effect of sales in Our Kitchen." Complaints mother Santi.

In recent days sales turnover has decreased from surrounding customers. Although it does not have a big effect, because customers from outside the region who usually buy in large quantities still meet the list of orders. But if this is allowed, it is not impossible that the slow Laun will have an effect as well.

"Yes, there is a slander term more cruel than killing. For slander does not kill a person's body, but self-esteem, good name, life of the person, also creates a history that is not good even though the person is no longer in the world." Said father wise.

Upon arrival at home, a dark atmosphere greeted them.

"Where is she? How are the lights on the gini die?" Mumam mama Santi.

Darma's father tried to open the door, but the door was locked from the inside.

"Bun Dita's phone, this is the door locked from the inside."

Without asking much, the woman of three contacted the princess.

"Yes Bun ..." Dita's voice sounded hoarse typical of newly awakened people.

"Bec ... You sleeping? We're in front of the house. Please open the door first." Call that woman again.

"From mom ..."

Nandita stepped up lazily. Only then did he realize it was night, when he opened the door to the room and the room around in a dark state.

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Door opened. Nandita's eyes still felt sore, due to the sudden light that entered when he turned on all the lights of the room.

With eyes squashed, the woman walked towards the living room sofa. Followed the father who walked ahead of him.

"Relse ... Where's the souvenirs for me?" Malikha asked, sitting next to her sister.

"Dec, take a shower first. Will disturb your brother." Sela the mother

"Father together mother to the room first yes, later we chat." Pamit the mother.

Nandita nodded. Still closing his eyes. Only now felt tired and crumpled his body.

Not waiting for long, Malikha appeared with her hair still in disarray.

"Relse ... Where is the gift ..." The girl sat down beside Nandita, and shook the body of the older sister.

"In the room." Replied Nandita still with her body leaning on the sofa.

"Ambilin fish ... Yes brother ..." Whine Malikha with a spoiled voice.

"Dec download ... Take aja ... Big brother cape. The body is all sick." Said Nandita who was forced to open her eyes, and improve her sitting position.

He was very reluctant to move. But the younger brother did not understand and continued to disturb him.

"Later Ikha pijitin deh."

"His suitcase has not been opened, the blue color is by-all. Bring aja here. I'll tell you the code."

"OK." With Malikha's spirit rose towards the brother's room.

I joined Nandita. Then the mother appeared with a warm drink and sweet martabak and martabak eggs that she bought on the road earlier.

"Drink this first let your body enjoy." The mother held out a ginger wedang that was given honey for the child.

"Thank You Bun ..." Nandita received the glass with the warm drink. Sipping it full of delights.

"Relse ... It's." Malikha came with a suitcase in her hand.

"Here deck." Pinta Nandita's

Malikha again pulled a suitcase filled with souvenirs from Paris.

"Well, a lot of money." Malikha's sparkling eyes made Nandita smile.

There are several key chains, Eiffel Tower-shaped displays, clothes, bags, shoes for Malikha, chocolate, and some types of items that Nandita bought specifically for her father and grandfather.

"Thank you brother ..." Malikha hugged her sister tightly, having received the most contents of the suitcase.

The girl who had just finished her High School education took a cell phone and photographed the items and posted them on her social media account.

Drt

Drt

Malikha's phone vibrated, a message from Om Damar asking Nandita tomorrow to their home.

"Where do you borrow your phone." Malikha hands her phone to Nandita.

Tuber

Tuber

Tuber

Nandita called the most miserable om in the family.

"Hello ..." Sura firmly om Damar echoed.

"Hello om's. Um again at grandpa's?" Ask the girl.

"Yes, my son will come home tomorrow. He said while picking up a regional guest here."

"Oohs. Om, tomorrow we go there. It's a souvenir for another om same."

"Yes, wait. Someone wants to ask you."

"What om? Ask now not to be curious." Nandita Kekeh.

Mommy Santi grabbed the phone from Nandita's hand.

"Mother forgets anyone wants mom obrolin same om you." Then the mother breezed away, but Nandita had not finished talking to the sister of the mother.

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Nandita woke up a little later than usual. Want to enjoy lazing around before returning to school in two weeks.

He was forced to wake up thirsty, while the water in his room was running out. Yesterday he did not have time to take the usual teapot he brought to the room.

"Mba believes in the same mba! Others may doubt him, but we're not his parents." There was a loud voice of the mother who was speaking.

"May you ask him anything. But don't corner and hear the explanation well. Mba knows you're emotional. But don't forget, Nandita is sensitive, and soaking."

Hearing her name, Nandita, who was about to enter the kitchen where her mother received the phone, pulled her leg back. Letting the chatter continue to flow, hoping he knows what happened.

"Yes, Nandita will go there by herself. Malikha's still busy taking care of our kitchen."

"Yes, a lot of people don't like to see other people move forward. There is a little gossip, used to drop the efforts of children. We didn't hurt them."

"Thank you, you also take care of Ayu's health." Mother hung up the phone, then continued her work chopping carrots to be used as a mixture of fried rice.

"Who called Bun?" I asked from behind.

Mother surprised.

"That's what you are, you love ngagetin mama!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed with a knife pointed towards Nandita.

The girl chuckled amusedly at the surprised face of the mother.

"So who's calling? How do you say my name?"

Mother Santi was silent for a moment.

"Later to obrolin pas dad has come home from the farm ..."

Nandita could only nod.

Not long after, Darma's father came from the farm. Fit once after mother Santi finished making breakfast.

Nandita helps the mother prepare everything at the dinner table.

They eat in silence. Busy with their own minds.

Although Darma's father did not know what the two women were talking about before he came, but seeing the look on Santi's mother's face as well as Nandita's tense, it seems like they are discussing serious things.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Nandita asked shortly after the girl finished her breakfast.

Nandita saw the mother's breath so deeply. As if what he was asking was a very serious matter.

"Well," Mother Santi gave the code to the husband.

"Ta, about a week ago, Aunt Sari and Aunt Dewi came here with anger. Screaming and yelling at you an untrue child. Even he was to the neighbors as well back then, because the gate of our house was closed." Darma's father paused his story.

"Continue?" Nandita Pinta.

"After my father came, Aunt Dewi sassy said that you are the actor. Because of you, grandpa had a heart attack until he was rushed to the hospital." Said Darma's father.

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Sorry I hung, continue tomorrow yes 😘😘😘