Romeesa Syabani
Weekends

The sunlight entering between the leaves pierced through the glass wrapped in thick gray curtains.

The masculine room was very quiet, as if there would be no life in it.

Looking around the room neatly arranged enough to explain the private owner clean, the room with a monochrome theme looks very very comfortable.

Masculine fragrance spread throughout the room, photo frames arranged with aesthetic on the gray painted walls, ranging from the largest frame size to the smallest enrich the beauty of the room.

The blanket on the large bed in the middle of the room seemed to move, The typical white hand of the man was exposed from the white blanket, Moving randomly on the mattress.

The sexy hand stops right when it has got its purpose, which is a rectangular object that is none other than a smartphone.

The long fingers were pressing the origin on the smartphone screen, his eyes narrowed to look at the clock on his smartphone.

The number 6:46 Wib is listed on his screen, He put the smartphone then pulled the blanket towards his stomach showing a perfect face no deformity.

The man who was none other than Zayan sat himself and then leaned his body on the head of the bed with the aim to collect his spirit who was still wandering, Canda really.

After a few minutes, after he fully regained his consciousness Zayan stepped towards the window, Pulling the thick curtains that blocked the sunlight from shining on his room.

Right after the curtain knocked out the sun's shock instantly blinding his eyes, Zayan shifted the large glass barrier between his room and the balcony.

From the balcony, Zayan can see his mother is watering plants that are cared for with love.

"Morning Ma" Zayan said from the balcony.

Her mother who was cool watering the plants instantly turned her body towards the source of the sound.

"Morning boy" replied his mother with a sweet smile then continued his activities.

Zayan smiled sweetly then stepped towards his bathroom to clean his body.

Zayan spent about an hour cleaning, with a fresh body he stepped down the stairs to the dining table.

Zayan sat down and began to eat the food that was available in front of him, this is the risk if you wake up late must be your own breakfast.

Zayan stared in front of him when he heard the sound of a chair being pulled, There his sister was eating very quietly.

"Abang think only Abang aja who woke up late" said Zayan while putting a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth.

"Cici did not wake up late, deliberately not with others to be able to nemenin Abang breakfast" replied his sister named Cecilia Anggita often in greeting Cici.

"Times?" asked Zayan with a mischievous look.

"It's really the Bang tablets" replied Cici annoyed.

"Yes yes believe, Thank you brother most beautiful already want nemenin his brother breakfast" reply Zayan with a smile very sweet for his sister.

Cici who saw her brother just nodded then continued eating it.

After finishing her breakfast Cici walked towards the outside of the house with a sizable backpack hanging on her back.

"Where's the deck going?" zayan asked curiously when he saw the sizable bag, the article was Sunday and could not be school.

"Cici wants to go to the house of Cici Bang's friend, Ngerjain the task of the group who asked for forgiveness" he replied lethargic because of too many tasks, Fortunately in working in groups.

"Duty or duty?" jahilnya nature Zayan enough to make Cici annoyed.

"Abang!!!" yelled Cici annoyed

"Yes-yes go gih! be careful, if there is any news" Zayan said.

"Prepared boss" replied Cici while respecting the military style when getting an order from his superiors.

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Meanwhile at the Eca residence, he seemed busy drying his clothes.

The heat that started to sting made him rush to finish his current activities.

Eca hung up her last shirt before running into the house, walking towards the bathroom and putting back her laundry basket.

Eca laid her body on the mattress with her hands busy scrolling the screen of her phone, her lips occasionally smiling at the screen of the phone.

"Pinjem laptop dong" Elin's voice and the opening of the door to the room made the owner of the room stop his activities.

"No take it at the table!" tell Eca to rise from her fall.

"I take yes" said Elin confirmed before taking Eca's laptop.

Eca nodded her head then followed towards Elin.

"Mo what's deck? Make assignments?" ask Eca while continuing to follow Elin's footsteps.

"Yes, sister, you want to make a group task with the Cici" replied Elin while nodding her head.

Elin exhaled softly to see her drowning brother searching for Cici's whereabouts.

"So soon he was nyampe brother, he said he was at the crossroads" Elin explained.

"Oooo" Eca nodded her head then passed towards the kitchen leaving Elin who began to compile her required equipment.

The mother as usual in the morning was preoccupied with various tools and ingredients to make a cake that was familiar in the eyes of Eca.

Eca approached her mother who was mixing eggs.

"His image has reached my brother?" tanya Mommy glanced at Eca at a glance.

"Not Bun, just a little more like it" Eca replied as she poked the wheat flour in a special flour container.

Mother nodded at Eca's answer.

"That's rather than playing flour mending help Mother make brownies" said the mother saw the behavior of her daughter who was still like a child.

"Bun Eca can't" Eca replied as she raised her hand quickly from the flour container.

"The reason just keep sis, continue the cake that brother made at that time why delicious?" reply Mother while reminding Eca.

"Well how Bun, Like the word if we make a cake with an expert that we will insecure, Afraid later the cake that we make is not good" reason Eca makes sense anyway.

Mother ignored Eca and even gave an apron to Eca's hand.

"No need for many beautiful reasons, just take the apron and start making the dough!" tell Mommy while smiling sweetly.

With a little forced Eca took the apron from Mother's hand and then wore it.

"His face don't pout pretty dong, all that hair is neatin!" seductive Mother while telling Eca to tidy her long hair that is loose.

Eca smiled broadly at Mommy while tying the origin of her waist-length hair that looked very beautiful due to the colors that adorned her.

Once ready Eca began to put one by one ingredients to make brownie dough into his container with hands that are not stopping stirring the dough so that the dough expands.

Eca poured the dough she had made into the mold and put it into the steamer.

"No Citra's brother in front" Elin's voice sounded just as Eca finished putting the brownie dough into the steamer.

"Oh ok, Bun Eca forward first" Eca stepped outside still with an apron attached to her body and the messy hairdo added to her pretty impression.

In the front room of the television has sat 2 girls of different ages who are none other than Citra and Cici.

"Eh Cici has come" said Eca when she saw Cici who was typing something on the laptop keyboard.

Cici who heard Eca's voice immediately stood up and hugged Eca's body which was still wrapped in an apron.

"Sir Eca, Kangen" he said still in Eca's arms, Eca hugged Cici back affectionately.

Yes they were that close because Cici said he really wanted to have an older sister because he only had 3 older brothers without 1 older sister.

"Sister is also kangen, Cici really does not want to play here" replied Eca after their embrace unraveled.

Cici stared fixedly at Eca with a glaring look with admiration.

"Eca's hair is beautiful" said Cici while playing Eca's long hair in the original tie.

"Hair is it?" ask Eca while hinting Citra to tell her to go inside the room.

"Sir Eca is also very beautiful" praised sincere Cici, Not more praise to the fact.

"Thank you, you guys continue to make the task gih brother to the room first" replied Eca while leading Citra to her room.

Elin and Cici nodded and began to continue their activities while Citra followed Eca into the room with her ignorant hand that deliberately pulled Elin's hair tie.

"Sir Image!!!" elin shouted when he saw Citra running to Eca's room.

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