The Last Love's
Helper Power

Anggita almost choked on hearing the question of a man he just knew. At first he thought that Alan would only judge someone from his education. So he was so surprised to see Alan's response after seeing the man's mother praising his food.

“Because I already know how you will react. If you really want to taste his cooking he.” Appointing Anggita.

“You must promise, will not go far again,” pinta bu Ratih.

“Bu, can't do it dong. Alan should know first what not, if the cuisine he as good as mother said,” rebut Alan with a million curiosity in the chest.

“Ya already, tomorrow you will taste her cooking,” replied Ratih ma'am, do not want to extend their debate, and it is not nice if the restaurant hears them comparing the food in the restaurant with home-cooked food.

After eating, the family prepared a dessert before they went home. Truly unforgettable delicious food for Anggita and Jihan. Since childhood they did not expect to be able to taste the expensive food, because there are still many other needs that are more important.

“Thank you for the ride and dinner Mrs, Sir,” Anggita told bu Ratih and Pak Galih after driving them home.

“Sama-sama, Son. You guys immediately rest yes, remember tomorrow you work and your sister also has to school,” message bu Ratih before leaving Anggita and Jihan.

“Good, Mom. You are also careful yes bring his car, assalamualaikum,” pamit Anggita then waved his hand when the car drove back.

From the back of the car bench, Alan was increasingly curious about Anggita who could get along very well with both parents.

‘Ngak maybe if only a maid, can be for the same mother father ngajak them eat with me,’ Inner Alan felt there was something hidden by both parents.

After the family car Galih disappeared from their sight, Anggita and Jihan walked into their small contract.

“They are very kind yes, Brother,” praise Jihan with a smile etched on her lips.

Angita nodded slowly. “Kakak is also very lucky to get their kayak employer,” timpal Anggita.

After exchanging clothes, they were ready for a break. However, the dinner event made Jihan remember the figure of the man who used to also make her and her brother so happy. The longing for the warm and caring figure of Galang, makes Jihan hope that one day they will meet again.

He also did not dare to ask Anggita, because of course his brother only said if the man was busy, and all kinds of other reasons that he would give.

“Kakak,” call Jihan turned to stare Anggita.

Anggita turned to Jihan and approached her sister.

“Iya, Darling? What was? How come sister brother hasn't slept too?” ask Anggita.

“Emmm .. if the father and mother are still there, we will like the family of the employer?” The question just popped out of Jihan's lips.

“You miss dad same mom yeah?”

Jihan nodded quickly. He misses his parents who have been gone for a long time. He can only recognize the faces of his parents, a small photo album Anggita keeps. Even some of their photos are not clearly visible.

“Here brother hugs,” said Anggita stretched out his right hand, and his left hand he made as a pillow for Jihan.

“If you miss your father and mother, we pray for them. I hope one day we can get together again,”, said Anggita who also missed her parents. Even the girl was quietly crying, moved and sad to see people whose families were still complete and intact.

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The next day, they were again preoccupied by the usual routine. Before dawn, Anggita had woken up to prepare breakfast and supplies for Jihan. All the housework he finished first, before going to work.

“Sorry, Mom. Many of the cooking ingredients in the kitchen have been exhausted. So I have to go shopping first,” Anggita said to Ratih.

Suppose you cannot see the man's back, only his voice is occasionally heard.

“Udah, no papa. Tell him if I told you,” urged bu Ratih to push Anggita's plan to approach Alan.

Anggita cleared his throat for a moment, in order to distract Alan from the monitor screen in front of him.

“In five minutes,” pinta Alan is still focused on the game he is playing.

Anggita nodded slowly, the girl then turned her eyes to look at the wall clock in the middle of the wall right in front of Alan.

‘OK, five minutes, the inner’ of Anggita remained standing in place until five minutes finally passed.

“Sorry,” says Anggita.

“Five more minutes,” pinta Alan for umpteenth time, up to half an hour he stood next to the hairy carpet that Alan covered.

“Lho, Anggita. How come you haven't left?” ask Ratih who just returned from the garden behind the house.

The girl just smiled stiffly, and turned her head towards Alan.

“Yes! Win!” alan's cheers were excited, until he finally caught sight of two women standing beside him.

“You are! I told you to take Anggita to the market, even fun to play PS,” oceh bu Ratih ruffled waist with sharp eyes.

“Ha? When's? Why are you standing there?”

“So I want to say, you answer it in five minutes,” honestly Anggita because it has not conveyed its purpose.

“Udah quickly between him, later to noon,” urged bu Ratih pull Alan from his seat.

“Eh uh! But Alan does not remember the way, Mom,” replied Alan tried to keep his weight, until it ended the carpet he was sitting on was dragged with his body.

“Members know the way. Do not make high blood mother yes,” threatened bu Ratih with murderous eye highlight.

“I—iya, Mom. But Alan changed clothes first. The time out wear clothes like this,” said Alan staring at the t-shirt and shorts he used.

“Quick! Don't be long!” yelled, Fatih, because Alan had already run to his room.

Mrs Ratih waited for her son to come out of the room, and made sure he was taking Anggita.

“Alan go first, Mom,” part.

“I'm sorry, Mom. The shopping material was also I have recorded all, so later not too long in the market,” explained Anggita.

“Good, not wrong mom hired you here. You are very helpful,” praise bu Ratih make Alan more curious what Anggita has until his mother is very proud of the maid.

Just got Anggita sitting in the car. Alan had already raised a sarcastic and sadistic question to him.

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