NOT JUST FRIENDS
Episode 63

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On Sunday towards noon this already feels very hot in Bekasi. Even though Fania had installed AC in her room it was still like it was hot.

That's what makes Fania want to cepet – cepet shower continues yes eat. Usually on Sundays gini mamah likes to cook Fania's favorite food.

After choosing the tight shirt and shorts also following a pair of daleman, Fania immediately grabbed her towel hanging behind the bedroom door and rushed to the bathroom which was only the only – in their house that was near the kitchen.

“There are guests like.” Mumbled Fania who immediately turned herself towards the kitchen to go to the bathroom without wanting to know who the guest who came when she heard her mother and father who seemed to be chatting with some people in the room their guests.

Lagian Fania likes to meet people when she has not had a shower or at least wash her face and brush her teeth. Afraid of the smell of jigong might be Fania.

About fifteen minutes after Fania in the bathroom, the bathroom door in the gedor was the same as her mother.

“Kajol, cepetan woy bath long time very.” Shouted the Mamah afraid that Fania overslept as she slept in the bathroom.

“Apaan new people log in too.” Sahut Fania who did not lose fast with the voice of her mother.

-- I don’t wanna talk about it\, how you broke my heart – If I stay here just a little bit longer . --

Fania sings with her tight voice in the bathroom. Biduan mah is where singing is like an Indian.

“Kajol...! shower don't sing, Woy!. Expected om – om new tau tau rasa!.” Shouted mama Fania again who has often said the same Fania if you like to sing in the bathroom ntar demenin ama om – om. Tau the mama Fania dapet talk of where.

“Hoax!.” Sahut Fania tightly from inside the bathroom.

The sound of mother and child vibrating echoed in the house which must have been heard up to their living room, because their house was not too big. Let alone the guest sitting in the room

guest. Neighbors who again sit –sitting under the front tent of Fania's house can also hear the sound of her and her mother. So loud that the voice of the mother with the child.

After about 15 minutes, Fania finally finished her bath and rushed out by changing her clothes inside and a towel that stuck on her head.

Fania was shocked when she opened the bathroom door and found her mother standing in front of her.

“Astagfirullah... What is Mah?. Just ngagetin there all the poses in front of the bathroom.” Fania said to the mother who seemed to be waiting for her.

“Someone who poses in front of the bathroom.” Sahut the Mamah.

“Well this keeps standing here?.” Ask Fania who is strange to see her mother standing in the bathroom but when she came out, the Mamah did not want to go into the bathroom as well.

“Waituin you are. Old shower very anyways.” Mama Fania replied again.

“The name of the bath is a long time ago. The one that washes the feet. Waiting for Fania to do Mah?.” Ask the Fania

“Noh no guests for you.” Mama Fania replied while pointing towards the living room.

“Guest? Wh who? Brother John?.” Ask Fania who thinks that the one who came was Brother John.

“Not. Look at sono himself. Mama wants to go to the shop first.” Mama Fania said then passed to go to the stall. Fania walked behind her mother to go to the living room without removing the towel that was on her head.

“Who the hell?.” Fania Gumam.

Fania's eyes immediately rounded perfectly and her face immediately poked after seeing who had come for her on the Sunday before that afternoon.

Fania immediately ran with a happy expression to approach the two people, because the two people who were waiting for Fania from earlier had also stood up and smiled at him.

“Kak Reno! Brother Ara!.” Fania immediately hugged Ara and Reno alternately. Fania hugged Ara first, then hugged Reno who also hugged her back and stroked her head which was still wrapped in a towel.

“How are you, Little F?.” Reno asked Fania who had not yet let go of her embrace of Reno. Even so Reno or Ara did not feel bothered by it.

“Boy Brother. I wish I was tuuuuh.” Said Fania spoiled while still struggling.

Ara just smiled looking at Fania who was like that. “Kangennya Just the same brother Reno aja nih, so?.”

“Ya laga. Same fairy godmother also dong.” Fania said and hugged Ara again.

So happy about the arrival of Reno and Ara, Fania did not pay attention to her papa who was also in the living room.

“Bye yes forgot. Hehehehe” Said Fania while grinning and then removed the towel.

“Part of people instead of kissing hands, even maen hug you tuh.” Added Papa Fania.

“Ya her name is also kangen Pah.” Sahut Fania who then joined.

Before long Mama Fania returned from the stall with something she bought in a black crackle bag. Mama Fania immediately glared at the sight of her eldest son sitting in the living room with half-damp hair and random – random shakes, add to that the towel that Fania had used was even on the bench instead of sun dried.

“Astagfirullah Kajol ..” The voice of Mama Fania made Reno, Ara, Fania and Papa Fania turn to Mama Fania who was standing by the door.

Ara and Reno smile – smile. Since often playing to the house of Fania, they both already understand that Fania and her mother like to call each other with a strange name – strange. Usually use the name of the artist who, as long as you say. Reno and Ara already knew what Kajol was called by his mother Fania, his eldest son.

“What is Syahrini?.” Sahut Fania relax.

“You are ashamed – shy ama guests. Towel instead of in the sun first.” Protests the Mamah with the behavior of his son.

“Ntar si mah. Kangen – kangeenan first right this.” Sahut Fania's.

“Yes Allah the Kajol bener –bener. Dry it first it's a towel. Kalo sayain nyaut aje! ..” Cerocos mama Fania who made Reno and Ara chuckle saw the same interaction between mother and child.

“Ga what – what is Te.” Ara said to Mama Fania.

“Sorry Yes Nak Ara, the Fania likes gesrek.” Said Mama Fania.

‘Gesrek? What is gesrek?.’ Inner Reno

“Enak aja gesrek. Cakep gini spelled gesrek.” Fania wagging her hair. While the Papah was just a bell – saw the unfair debate between his wife and son.

‘Same children same mother has no shame ama guest.’ Inner Papa Fania.

While Reno and Ara chuckled at the two people. The two of them were always amused to see Fania and her mother like this. Less Prita aja, because the child happened to go to his friend's house again.

“Cakep, from straws but look at it. Udah hair random – scramble it ih. Ga no shame – shy ama guest.” Mama Fania is still nyerocos but now sits next to her husband. While Fania was just grinning, Ara and Reno were also chuckling again.

“Biarin heck Mah. Brother Reno and sister Ara also did not protest.” Sahut Fania to Mama then turned to Reno and Ara while still grinning.

“Sisiran used to be there. What is random hair cake – so. The existing one is like a new madman.” Said Mama Fania who finally made Reno and Ara laugh because they could not bear to hear the words of Mama Fania.

'Jeez Aunt Bela ...' Inner Ara laughed at Mama Fania who said her son was like a new madman.

“Tega very own child spelled crazy.” Fania grumbled while pursing her lips.

“Emang actually kayak crazy . Try sono ngaca.” Sahut the Mamah.

“Ih, don't make a fuss why. Also in guest.” Papa Fania. “Maap Yes Reno, Nak Ara. Mpo Alpa with Rina Nose if I meet ya this way.”

“ Ga what – what om, entertainment” said Reno while still chuckling and Ara was the same.

“Iya om, passable sport this mouth.” Tymphal Ara's.

“Ya has been there. All ready – ready yes.” Said Reno who had stopped chuckling.

“Emang where are you Kak?.” Ask Fania.

“Mau play aja.” Answer Reno.

“Maen where Sis?.” Ask Fania again. “Pake regular clothes should be neat? Kali want to jump.”

“Casual. See I'm the same Ara neat ga?.” Reno said that day wearing a shirt and shorts and sneakers. And Ara who also wears short-sleeved shirts and shorts slightly above the knee and colored and branded sneakers the same as her husband, just different models only.

“Udeh sono change clothes. Nanya mulu's. All these taro in the kitchen.” Said Mama Fania while thrusting a bag of crackles from the stall.

“Iya, yes Nyah.” Sahut Fania then stood up while carrying his towel and took the bag of crackle that his mother had offered. Then he rushed to the room to change his clothes after putting the bag in the kitchen.

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To be continue ....