The Heir of the Sea
Mama's Cuisine...

" Let's eat this, Ethan boy. Don't hesitate"

Said Bu Duma who was so friendly while continuing to spoon various side dishes on Ethan's plate.

Ethan is so moved to be treated like his own family by the Baruna family.

"Eating a lot Et. This is a special fried chicken made by Mama. Baruna used to love this chicken" Robert said, recalling his only sister's favorite.

"Baruna always likes anything cooked with Mama. He's not picky and always grateful" Dickson said.

"Somewhere is the stupid girl now" Robert said in a sad voice.

"He must be fine. Baruna is strong. It's better he can go far so that those people can't catch him or harm him anymore" said Mr Mustofa, who was always convinced Baruna was still alive somewhere.

Really feeling the father. Baruna is still living comfortably but she now lives with a grudge and becomes a half-human half-magical creature.

"He's fine. It must be fine" said Ms. Duma as she wiped her tears down her cheeks.

Ethan seemed sad to see the tears of Bu Duma.

"Baruna was a good man. And he'll be fine" Ethan said, trying to cheer up Ms. Duma.

Bu Duma smiled faintly in response to Ethan's seemingly comforting words.

"It has. Come eat. Later the cold side dishes" said Mr. Mustofa stopped the conversation that would make them sad continuously.

They then enjoy dinner together until all the dishes are finished unceremoniously.

It was really delicious for the cuisine of Ms. Duma. After dinner together and a light conversation with Mr. Mustofa and Robert and Dickson, Ethan then say goodbye back home because the day is getting late.

"Pa - Ma's. Ethan go back" Ethan said goodbye.

"Yes be careful on the road it's night" said Mr. Mustofa while patting Ethan on the shoulder.

"Can Ethan have lunch ready next time with Mama? Later Ethan tells people to come get it" Ethan said staring at Ms. Duma.

"Ah. Ethan wants Mama to cook for lunch? Sure can. Ethan's son just tell me what Ethan likes. Later Mama cook" said Bu Duma who seemed happy Ethan liked the cuisine.

"So whatever Ethan likes anyway. Ethan will tell you from the phone when Ethan wants" Ethan said with a happy smile.

So many plans for Ethan to make Baruna smile as Baruna finishes her work in another world.

"May of course be. Mama's happy if Ethan likes it. You can also want every day. Mama must cook" said Ms. Duma who was very happy and loved Ethan like part of her own family.

"Thank you Ma" Ethan said.

Ethan said goodbye to Mr. Mustofa, Mr. Duma, Robert and Dickson.

Everyone seemed happy and happy to meet Ethan.

Ethan immediately returns to his own home by driving his car immediately. My mom is waiting for him who hasn't come home yet.

Arriving home as she expected The Mama waited for Ethan with a warm smile.

"You've eaten, baby?" Ask Mrs Christian.

"Already Ma. Ethan goes to the room first" Ethan said.

"Yes. Go get some rest" said Mrs Christian as she gently stroked Ethan's back.

Ethan immediately went into his room to clean himself up and immediately rested.

He wanted to call Baruna, but in another world he could not take a phone call like the human world.

Wanting to call Baruna in a way of self-harm will definitely lead to frustration from Baruna who is rampaging because Baruna has wanted Ethan not to do that.

"I miss you. Baruna what are you doing. Are you all right? " Murm Ethan while staring out the balcony of his room.

He really missed Baruna and thought about whether she was okay.

"You must be okay, right? " Murm Ethan again.

Ethan doesn't know if Baruna is stronger than he thought. He could even destroy an entire city where they lived in a single leg.

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A few days have passed. Ethan took the time to go to the office location that Baruna asked for.

How surprised Ethan saw the office was already on the move like an office in general.

But the different thing is that the employees are not human. They are human and seem to work like humans.

But the fact is that they are creatures from another world. Ethan could tell it was because he saw the lotus flower mark on their forehead.

Ethan doesn't know if Baruna's faster than expected back in the human world. It was also Baruna had spent the night in the cave (read : goa -red) for two nights to relax and meditate in the terrace pool.

Suddenly that afternoon Baruna showed up at Ethan's office.

"lapt... " Say Ethan was surprised to see Baruna in his office.

"All is well? " Task Baruna without a stale bada.

"certain. You just calm down. I've taken care of everything. What about the problem there? " Tanya Ethan then pulls Baruna to sit on the sofa.

Ethan immediately presses the automatic coffee maker in his room.

"It's done. It was not difficult to hunt down the troublemaker" Baruna said casually.

Ethan serves a cup of coffee to Baruna.

"Is that so? Good though. But where is Snowy why not come? " Task Ethan in wonder.

"She went to play with her neighbor at the shelter" Baruna explained.

Snowy misses the fellow dogs and cats she saved and puts in the shelter.

"Of course it's a few hearts. But he shouldn't have to worry. I also took the time to monitor the condition of the dogs and cats" Ethan said.

It seems Ethan already has a habit of Baruna visiting his animal shelter Snowy as well as the Baruna family. Just to make sure they're okay.

"You've eaten? " Ask Ethan.

"It has. Wh why? You haven't eaten yet?" Ask Baruna wonder. It's late enough for lunch.

"Tomorrow comes. We had lunch together" Ethan said with a meaningful smile.

"Okey" Baruna accepts the invitation because she also intends to talk about the next thing to trap Zaky and attract the attention of Frans without involving the strange psychic Rico.

Ethan smiled, he was already planning something to surprise Baruna.

"Why are you smiling to yourself? " Task Baruna who noticed Ethan's happy-looking face.

"It's okay. I'm just happy you're okay" Ethan told a lie.

"Ck! You're weird! " Say Baruna was busy with her phone..

Lots of people are looking for Baruna since his departure a few days ago. Baruna had to adjust everything so as not to cause chaos and question marks.

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