Perfect Wedding
Of love?
HAPPY READING AND DON'T FORGET TO BE HAPPY
A quiet and soothing afternoon, Lingga sat on a swing with her faithful Aunt Saras accompanying her.
Her mother took part with Lala on her honeymoon to Switzerland, while her father, Lingga, made sure she was in trouble. This house feels more comfortable if there is no family.
The family? They deserve to be called family.
"This lady has been peeled aunty right" said Bibi Saras thrust pieces of apples that have been cut into small pieces to the mouth of Lingga.
"Auntie Eat too"
"After Miss finished the new aunt ate" replied Aunt Saras feeding Lingga with a teletan.
For aunt Saras there is nothing more pleasant than caring for Linga like her own daughter. Half her life had been devoted to Lingga, and aunt Saras who later will give Lingga to her husband's family.
Hoping for her master and mistress to return to loving the Linga was a deliberate pain, so it would be nice if aunt Saras did not put much hope in them.
"Auntie after this please comb my hair?" Pinta Lingga was happily joined by Bibi Saras.
Sitting on the Swing, eating fresh fruit and occasionally joking with Aunt Saras makes Lingga so enjoy the atmosphere this afternoon.
"Miss, if aunty can tell if it was true last night Miss stayed at Kusuma's residence?" Ask Aunt Saras to make sure.
Lingga nodded confirming aunt Saras' question"True, their family is very harmonious bi. It's nice to meet them all"
"Auntie was happy to hear it"
Tak.tak.tak.
The sound of footsteps approaching suddenly made Aunt Saras look back.
"What's wrong?" Aunty Saras asked looking at the servant who had just come with his head lowered.
"In front there is young master Kusuma, he is looking for the second miss" he said.
"You mean Raka?" Ask Lingga to turn around.
"Miss Betul"
"Please get him here"
"Beautiful" muttered Raka walked over with a sprig of sunflowers in her right hand.
"Good afternoon Lingga" Sapa Raka replaced the position of aunt Saras swing swinging swing in Lingga.
"Raka!"
"It's me"
"This is for you" said Raka somehow since when he had knelt before Lingga.
The skinny hand fumbled to help Raka receive a sprig of sunflowers.
"Sunflowers?"
"Hm, the sunflower for you is always shining on the people around you" Raka joked with a small laugh.
Aunt Saras who saw the interaction of the two slowly retreated trying to give space to Lingga and Raka both.
"Why are you here?" Ask Linga
"Once again, I don't know why I should come here either" Raka replied and stood behind Lingga back swinging slowly.
"Why not take the Moon? Even if he comes here I intend to invite the girl to tell me many things. You know your sister is very chatty and stubborn"
Once again Raka gave a small laugh in response to Lingga's words.
"The moon is stubborn, the boy will not stop if he has not got what he wants" Raka said.
One hour Lingga and Raka spent together, there was no excessive interaction that the two showed, just a story and occasionally the adult man fed Lingga the piece of apple that Saras aunt had left behind.
"Raka" call Lingga
"What do you think of a disabled girl like me?"
Raka did not answer, the man just stroked the head of Linga and cupped the pretty face of the girl.
"Nobody records all God's creations as perfect. I LOVE YOURSELF"
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