
"Assalamualaikum yah."
"Assalamualaikum O'm."
"Waalaikumsalam nak.Eh there is Marcell too anyway.Wahh rame nih sure."
"Om Indra can aja.Gimana how are you saying about Indra?"
"Well..Thank God you're healthy, how are you and your mom doing, right?"
"Yes, I'm just as good as my mom."
"Waduhh expensive beans!!!?...."
My love for father and marcello, because if father and Marcel had met it felt like the loudest sound would not have influenced him to stop for a while.
"Hahaha.what the hell is Cha"
"Hhhh"
Actually I like it when Marcello comes by the house, so I'm amused by Marcello's arrival,Marcello did often come to the house until my father considered Marcello also as his own son.My father was very close to Marcello so do not be surprised if he did not meet a week it felt as if he had not met for decades.Other than Auntie Maya and Mbok Nah.Tante Maya is also very good to me.I'm not surprised because Aunt Maya does not have a daughter so she considers me as her sister Marcello even though she is one year older than me.
Yes me and Marcello are famous badgirl and badboy at school.but we do not show that nature to the people closest to us.we do not want to be cold and quiet.it is all for their sake.We also need warmth.
Maybe everyone knows our names, but they all don't necessarily know about our life stories.
When I saw Father and Marcello, a glimpse flashed through my mind that I had never thought of before.
I remember my sadness that I had been craving a little something that would never happen, I miss the figure of my mom who never cared about me.
"Cha..Ich hoe!!Lo why ngalamun.pursuan kopaknya I same om Indra already laper nih."
Marcell's voice shocked me for a moment.
"Hahh.mmm yes"
"Thinking what the hell lo, he said he would masakin me soup instead Lo ngalamun when the matengnya?!.."
"Bawel lohh!!help Napa?"
"Ehehee yes I helped you"
"Om I help you Icha first yes in the kitchen."
"Yes.please."
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"Abs!!"
Because I kept ngalamun I accidentally hit the sharp knife on my index finger while cutting carrots.
Marcell who was washing vegetables immediately ran up to me.
"Cha!!lo why?!!yesampun bloody handlo.This is my medicine."
Marcello sucked my blood with his mouth and spat it into a washtuffle and wrapped my wound with a wound plaster in a P3K box
"Lo next time ati dong cha, sorry because I tell Lo masakin I Lo so kayak gini.."
"No cell Lo is not wrong, this is my fault if I am not hearty,Thanks yes already diobatin."
"Yaudah Cha gausah continued cooking, later I bought it at Warteg Home Complex."
"Yaampun Cell nanggung lives this way, I don't know part of it.People just scratched a little kok fussy."
"Just Kegores Lo said it was dalem cha's wound!!You are so stubborn!spayin also.ngeyel."
"Yes!stubborn as Lo!!"
"It's up to me."
"Udah debate let's hunt continued kasian my father and laper wait for the soup even Lo ngajak nois continued!!"
"I'm the one who was crucified"
"Maha"
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"Nih for the best soup father made Mischa the most beautiful father's son in the universe..."
"Well, thank you son.Let's have Marcell eaten."
"Emm yes om.emang I really like macaroni soup made by Mischa very good because of it, until the cuisine mbok well aja lose delicious Lo om."
"Thank God you like it"
"Marcell mah all food if free yes enter the stomach all well hehehe, right Cell?"
"Hus Cha, gabby that"
"Not kidding"
The laughter heard from the three people who were filling their energy in the dining room not only brought warmth, but also became a coolant to release the sadness possessed by Mischa , Marcello, nor Mr. Indra.
The sincere smile shown by the three becomes an encouragement for their lives to continue to live a life that has been harboring sadness because they also deserve to be happy.
"Dad Mischa wants to come with Marcell to the house?Because Mischa wants to meet Aunt Maya.Sama all bring her soup to Aunt Maya."
"Yes, I want to give you my regards to Maya's mother."
"Yes well later Mischa and Marcello say hello to Aunt Maya "
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