Si Oyen My Girlfriend is Not Human
Breakfast with Papa
Next morning.
Finished bathing and changing clothes, Kirana came out of the room about to have breakfast.
Kirana saw her Papa was busy eating toast made by mbok Yem and beside Papa was a glass of white milk.
"For Pa...!" hail Kirana while kissing the back of her papa's right hand.
"Eh morning too dear..!" nicholas answered, looking at his daughter.
Kirana then took a seat at the dining table.
"Did Jimmy not come home tonight?" nickolas asked Kirana after swallowing her toast
"Not yet to know, Kirana just came out of the room. Maybe mbok Yem knows pa" Kirana replied as she glanced at Mbok Yem who came out of the kitchen.
"What's the matter, how do you call the symbol Non?" tanya Mbok Yem who set his foot on the dinner table and served toast to his master's daughter.
"Eh symbok! Did Jimmy come home?" ask Kirana on mbok Yem.
"It doesn't seem to go home, sir and Miss, the room is still dark. I immediately checked again "said yem, who was worried, and walked to Jimmy's room.
"Y...! where's mama?" asked Kirana while spreading her gaze around because she did not find her mother who had breakfast as usual.
"Mama has gone first. He said there was a meeting" Nickholas replied while drinking the milk that was already available in front of him
"Papa hope you can keep your shophouse. The shophouse is a historic shophouse, a history of grandmothers, a history of mama and papa at the beginning of the meeting, and now it will be a story about you" Nikholas said as he looked at his daughter.
"Yes pa, Kirana knows that" said Kirana who finished her toast,
"Papa go first!" nickolas said as he stood up and again Kirana kissed the back of her Papa's right hand
"Yes pa" said Kirana who let her forehead kissed her papa.
"Master, young master Jimmy isn't in his room!" said Mbok Yem who just came from Jimmy's room and gave a report.
"That means today, Jimmy's not coming home!" nickolas said with a deep sigh, and tried to calm himself.
Nickholas then steps away leaving Kirana with Yem's mbok still in the dining room.
"Aunt Iyem, quite frankly Kirana misses the times when mom and dad, Jimmy and Kirana eat together at this dinner table" kirana said that her mind had drifted back to the era when they were always together.
"Patience is non, this may be a trial for our family..!" exclaimed Aunt Iyem while cleaning the dishes used by Nickholas papa Kirana.
"Yes, yeah..!" answer Kirana who has finished her breakfast and help mbok Yem clean the dishes and glasses.
"Let the mbok take care of the lady, Miss will go to Ruko. Oh, never Kirana!" yem, who knows his young lady, helps him wash dishes.
"It's okay mbok! tomorrow if Kirana gets married let her know the housework. If my husband wants his wife at home, he.he..! kan Kirana already knows the outline of the housewife's work" Kirana said with a smile.
And indirectly insinuate papa and his mother. Especially her mother who never had time for family.
"Miss is so unlucky your fate. You should have the affection of a mother who can teach you household lessons." said Aunt Iyem, who was so dear to Kirana that she had been caring for since infancy.
"Kirana is leaving mbok..!"pamit Kirana who then took her bag.
The girl stepped out of the house into the garage to pick up her private vehicle.
Pink bicycle paddles with basket in front of it.
Kirana paddled her bike towards her rukama casually.
Although both parents were able to buy him a luxury car, Kirana preferred to use this paddle bike.
The silver-colored car was traveling at high speed, so without realizing it the rider had hit something orange, which was now groaning in pain.
"Woi..! just stop...! Wooooooo...!" Kirana who shouted at the silver-colored luxury car.
But the driver of the car did not bother him. He kept going at high speed.
"Wait..! I think I know the owner of the car? silver car, is that possible!" The pensive Kirana, remembered something about the owner of the car.
"Meow...meow...!!"
Suddenly a voice sounded, like the voice of a small cat.
"Oiya, the cat! Oh my goodness, what a pity!" exclaim Kirana who just realized about the hit-and-run victim.
Kirana then approached the cat, and raised the orange cat.
Then the orange cat was placed in his bicycle basket.
The girl then pedaled her bike to the veterinary clinic.
But before, Kirana had to wonder at the people around the place, where the address of the vet who had opened the practice.
"Excuse me, ma'af I want to ask. Where is the veterinary practice?" kirana asked a mother.
"Oh, ma'af boy! Mother knows less. I never kept the animal." replied the mother as she cupped it into her two palms.
"Oh yeah, it's okay. Excuse me!" said Kirana who then walked by paddling her sea again and stopped in front of a father who carried a dog poodle tied around his neck with a rope he held
"Ma'af bothers sir! I'd like to ask you, where is the veterinary clinic located?" ask Kirana subtly.
"Oh, just in Susi's place." replied the man who stopped his steps.
"Doctor Susi? where's it?" ask the curious Kirana.
"You go this way straight, there will be a crossroad you turn right, well there look for the nameplate Susi Veterinarian." explained the father
"Oh, fine sir! thank you." said Kirana while cupping her palms.
Kirana then walked down the road according to the instructions of the father who brought the poodle earlier.
After arriving at the crossroad, Kirana turned to the right.
"Mirikawww...!!"
"Just be satisfied, hold it! Kirana is looking for a doctor to treat your wounds!" said Kirana who took the time to see the orange cat who was helpless.
The eyes of Kirana were unceasingly looking at and reading some signage that was plastered around that street.
"Vet Doctor Clinic, Doctor Susi! well that's it! exclaimed Kirana who was overjoyed and quickened her pace.
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