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Tamu

That afternoon Olivia just got off the taxi she was riding in.

“The return is take for aja father, do’ain I received well with the candidate-in-law yah.” He said while handing over two pieces of money hundreds of thousands, even though from the application he used he should pay one hundred and twenty thousand only.

“Alhamdulillah thank you, mba.”

“Sama-sama, sir.” Oliv stood in front of a white gate that opened a luxurious mansion with a spacious courtyard. Without waiting for long he immediately headed for the main door. In both hands full with fruit hands that he deliberately brought for mama, Alya and Darmawan of course.

Not only souvenirs typical of Surabaya, he also brought other foodstuffs. Oliv remembers very well if Mama Rama really likes to cook, especially about nagging. He wants to repeat the good times when playing to Rama's house first. Her mother often made cakes, she was even taught some simple cake menu. Anyway, Rama's mama is very good at the business of paguehan. Unlike his own mother who is always busy participating in events here and there until there is no time for her own children. The difference if the mother persit that his show has a myriad of no abs.

Ting nong ting nong...

his smile repeatedly expanded while pressing the house bell several times until the big door opened.

“Assalamu’alikum Ma..” said as soon as Yeni appeared from behind the door.

“Walaikumsalam.” Yeni replied kindly, although she was a little confused because she was called mama.

“You looking for who is yah?” continue then.

Oliv placed his luggage on the floor and immediately greeted mama Yeni.

“Mama how are you?” said it.

“It's Oliv, Ma.” Reciprocity.

Mama Yeni was still stunned, momentarily observing the beautiful woman who called her mama.

“Oliv who is well? Sorry I seem to have forgotten. Understand is old.”

“Olivia high school girl Darmawan, Ma. Mom forgot the hell? I used to play here a few times. Even to be taught to make cakes with mama too.” Oliv said, there was a slightly disappointed expression on his face to find Mama Rama who did not remember him.

“Yeah you Oliv who used to play until the mallem? who goes home likes to wait to be picked up by your parents because at home there is no one?” ask Yeni.

“Iya, Mother. It is so sad that I. mama forgot me.” Spoiled talk.

“Apardon mom, Oliv. Understand now mom already knows so like to forget.” Yeni stroked Oliv's shoulder full of affection.

“Part of you is now very different from what you used to be.” Reciprocity.

“I'm beautiful well, Ma?”

“Yes, you're getting beautiful. The same difference that used to be, now the higher you are. Login yuk!” bring Yeni.

Oliv took his luggage and followed mama Yeni inside.

“Sit down baby. Let mama get you a drink.” Say yeni before passing into the kitchen.

Oliv just sat for a little while and then stood up and observed the house he had been to ten years ago. It's the same, not much has changed. Even though the paint looks new but the color is still the same as the old one, as well as the old items that still remain in place.

“Mama don't bother.” He said as soon as he arrived in the kitchen.

“Hei. Though wait in front only.” Said mama Yeni who was cutting her marble sponge this afternoon.

“Mama still likes to make cakes?” without hesitation Oliv took one piece of marble sponge and ate it.

“Taste as usual, tasty.” Praise later.

“You again? This one is Cobain, Oliv.” Tawar mama Yeni, he gave one piece of sponge cake pandan.

Oliv gladly accepted it and devoured it to the end. “Enak, Mom. So soft. Pandan also. I like.”

“You from the first are most suitable with Mama.” Yeni looked at the woman who had just finished her gift cake.

“Kakak same Alya mah do not like cake, so sometimes mama share to neighbors aja. They're most tasted dikit doang.”

“By the way Darmawan equals Alya where, Ma? I haven't seen them.”

“Oliv, mama stay cook first is okay well? Coincidentally mama hasn't cooked for dinner.”

“Let Oliv help you well. Ma'am? Oliv also brought some souvenirs of the same ingredients made in cooking. I really want to cook with my mom. Bentar well ma, Oliv take first in front.” Without waiting for an answer Oliv had already left the kitchen to the living room to pick up his luggage.

Once back in the kitchen he immediately put his luggage on the table. Mama Yeni approached him and petrified Oliv to take care of the goods he brought.

“That's a lot Oliv.”

Olivia took out one by one the food she was carrying.

“This is typical food Surabaya, Ma. Hope mom likes yah.” Her speech.

“ini no Spikoe, Ma. Surabaya special layer cake. It's delicious, mama would love it. This one is almond crispy cheese I bring three flavors there is original cheese, chocolate equal green tea. That chocolate made Alya yeah, Ma. Alya used to love the taste of chocolate. Do you still like it?” he asked with a friendly smile, his hands still endlessly pulled out the souvenirs he brought.

“This is Darmawan's favorite, Ma. Can make them eat fried rice, kenjeran fish crackers. I bring the raw aja, later we fry together well Ma.”

“And don't bother Oliv. You still want to come here only mama is very happy.” Mama Yeni.

“Not bothered at all, Ma. I was just really cool, I was working again on vacation so I played here. Two days ago I was here but the house was empty, I was so sad, Ma. I thought you guys moved out. Where is the contact Darmawan I do not have.” Oliv.

“Ma, I helped cook it well? I also want a special cook for Darmawan.” Oliv hurriedly took over the vegetables that were being washed by mama Yeni.

“Let Oliv aja, Ma.” Her speech.

“Special today let Oliv who cook, mama stay give orders aja.”

“What are you not cape?” ask mama Yeni.

Oliv shook his head, “ absolutely not, Ma.”

That afternoon Oliv really mastered the kitchen, mama Yeni did not even give directions. Let Oliv cook whatever he wants. Long enough the beautiful woman struggled with teflon and other cooking tools until finally all was finished.

“This is the most recomendable food in my restaurant, Ma. Hope everyone likes yah.” He said while putting the dishes he made on the table.

“You have a restaurant?” ask mama Yeni.

“The restaurant has me but for recipes and others are franchised, so follow the recipe from the central restaurant. Typical Yogyakarta, Ma.” Answer Oliv.

“But there are also some additional menus that are original made by me.” Later connections.

“I want to play when I play in Central Java I met Darmawan with Alya.”

“Oh yes?” Mama Yeni was a little surprised because during her time in Central Java she was always with Alya, and never once met Oliv.

“Iya, Mother. I met accidentally at the rest area. At that time Darmawan again bought the needs of Alya. Pity him to be drugged adeknya ordered to buy sanitary napkins equally kiranti. Who took her kiranti aja me.” Answer Oliv.

“Alya is a little different, Ma. I thought she was going to be a pendiem and calm girl, uh don't even know it to be like that. Rada judes is like me, Ma. Maybe because I didn't know yah?” guess Oliv.

“That's not-“ not finished mama Yeni talk already heard a screaming voice from the living room.

“It looks like they've gone home.” Mama Yeni.

“Alya equals Darmawan well, Ma? Let Oliv be the nyamperin, Ma. Must be a real shock to him.” Oliv took off his apron and tied his hair, tidied up his original hair then walked vigorously forward.

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What juice suit did Alya go home first try?

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