The Crown
Pickup

Papa New, Om Indra. After marriage, she stayed home. My family is now complete. There was something different at dinner or at breakfast.

Mama's Smile. Every morning he smiles with a bright face. A fragrant body and neat clothes. Though somehow her hair was always wet.

Can anyone explain? Is not bored every morning should shampooing?

When I left school, Papa took me. While Mama delivered to the front of the house.

A new atmosphere also occurred when I first went to school escorted by Papa Indra. Especially if it wasn't because I was driven by a car. Not just any car, of course. He said, this car is a luxurious and expensive car.

Drastic changes occurred after some time I was dubbed as the son of the sultan. Yeah, guys scrambling to get close to me. I'm like a candy without a wrapper that ants grind.

Maybe I should be some bon chili candy. Aye right?

Just enjoy. They used to stay away from me because I didn't have a father, now shamelessly being nice and being as sweet as I could be.

Artificial sweeteners, anyway, passing!

Mama and Papa Indra's wedding is almost two months. Our lives are going normally. My mom and I are happy. Papa Indra is kind and treats Mama like a queen. I'm so grateful.

The school bell reads, I and the other friends get ready, finish the book before starting to pray.

"Before we go home let us pray according to our respective religions. Praying starts." The class leader led us to pray.

"Praying done. Give me a greeting."

We compactly give greetings after that say good afternoon to the good man who is dubbed as a hero without merit.

"Why sleep?" ask my friend, a friend who is really a friend. Hilda.

"Papa said today will pick you up but it's a little late."

"Oh, would you like me to go or ...."

"Here you go. I'll be anther back home."

Hilda was so happy. It was clearly visible from the gestures and look of his face. This is not the first time he has been in a car and driven to his home. Hilda was happy because before returning home, Papa invited us to the mini market. Hilda was allowed to take whatever she wanted.

Maybe that's why he's so happy this time.

When the atmosphere felt silent, suddenly there was a clattering of steps that seemed not to be just one foot.

"They! Iksia."

"You why? chased demon?" ask Hilda.

"Not." Amel shook his head. He's still bored. When viewed from his face, he was definitely not chased by a ghost.

Time is pursued ghost face sumringah that? Ghost what are you trying?

"There's a handsome boy waiting for you, Si."

"Yes really. That who? geez, it's like a Korean oppa."

"The handsome Korean Oppa is just Min Yoongi. Fix no debate." I returned to the table after explaining who the most handsome man in Korea was to Amel cs.

"Say she's your sister."

Whahuh?

I just couldn't sit-up, all of a sudden. Just get up in the perfect position.

"What's her name? Fateeh right? It must be him."

Amel shook his head.

Oemegot! Don't say it ....

"A home here?"

That sound?

Me and everyone else who was here were compactly looking towards the door. Amel and I who had been fighting and conflicting opinions, suddenly compact beat Bangtan movement again dance.

"Let's go home."

"Wouldn't. I'm waiting for papa."

"Papa can't pick me up."

"Yes, I'm riding an angkot."

"OKAY. You'll talk to yourself later as papa, if this is all your wish."

Uh, he's actually gone dong. Ih, you insensitive guy! Not understanding!