TIGER
Tiger's Chapter 50
After dawn Camelia did not resume her sleep, although her body felt tired and sleepy but she tried to hold it and chose to rush to the kitchen.
The time has shown at five o'clock in the morning past fifteen minutes, the Ambunya is standing near the stove while squeezing something. From the vision of Camelia who is Amber flavor is coconut milk. His forehead shriveled slightly, but not for long his smile expanded as he recalled his conversation with the Mother last night before they went to sleep.
Ambu, Melia wants to eat some rice tomorrow
And Camelia did not expect that the middle-aged woman she loved so much would make it this morning. The pleasure that Camelia currently felt could not be expressed in words, in the end the girl with long pajamas pictured cartoon was approaching Ambunya with a wide smile full of happiness. Camelia seemed to forget the suffering she had brought from Dubai, it faded a little with her Amber presence as well as her attention.
Even the Ambu did not ask many things why he came home suddenly and did not tell them of his return.
"Mom!" Call Camelia while hugging the middle-aged woman's body from the side.
Camelia widened her smile when she saw Ambunya glance, the hijab woman thinned her lips while squeezing coconut milk.
"You cut chili yes, later the salted fish all fried. Ambu want to go to the bathroom first, already kebellet this from earlier." Finished squeezing coconut milk Ambu immediately rushed to leave the stove that had been lit and also Camelia of course. The girl already knew the task as well as how to complete it, so Camelia no longer needed to ask and was confused to get her work done immediately.
The sleeping girl hurried to carry out Ambu's orders, deftly Camelia plucked the chili from her stem separating into a small bowl with onion, tomato and also terasi. This morning he will make a paste, with fresh vegetables that he will pick in the yard later when the sun has appeared.
While humming Camelia was so enjoying the morning, even so focused on the cuisine that she was making the girl with shoulder-length hair did not realize that there was someone entering her house.
The person is tall, with thin hair, skinned sapodilla mature, thick eyebrows swooping sharp not to forget the brown netra which is also as sharp. Both of his long legs stepped wide, increasingly made curious when he heard the humming of someone from the direction of the kitchen.
On one of his tattooed arms was a dagger, not knowing what the person was thinking until he took out the sharp weapons he often carried while working.
Both feet wrapped in boots were stepping lightly, trying not to make the slightest sound especially when he was on the doorstep of the kitchen.
The smile was increasingly clear, his eyes and both ears were sharpening. Slowly he entered, his eyes directed at a point where someone was standing firmly in front of the stove, still humming softly but still heard by him.
His forehead shriveled deeply, he slowly lowered the dagger he had in his hand. Both of his legs again stepped closer to the figure. Luckily the sleeping piyama figure was completely aware of his arrival because he was busy frying something.
"You're home, Dek?"
The trailer...!
Spatula who was in the hands of a sleeping piyama figure fell to the floor, one hand holding his chest that felt pounding with surprise.
The figure turned around, his eyes staring at a man in a faded jeans jacket who was scanning him from top to bottom.
"Remember, habit! If you enter it using asalamualaikum dong do not suddenly enter it like a maling! Good thing it didn't take the heart off!" His grunts were upset while crouching to grab the spatula that had been dumped on the floor.
But when the spatula he managed to reach, suddenly his eyes dodged wide, then the object was dropped again before he squealed loudly and jumped without warning at the man who was still standing nearby.
"BRANCH, MELIA KANGEN!" Pekik hard. The girl was struggling like a monkey child, even her loud screeches managed to make Ambu rush out of the bathroom.
"Astagfirullah aya naon anyway, isuk isuk yelled?! Shame on the neighbor." Omel Ambu with a panicked face.
The middle-aged woman sighed softly when she realized something, she stared fixedly at her two children who were currently releasing longing, more precisely Camelia because her eldest son still looked confused.
"You're home, Kem?" Ask Ambu.
"Why did you go home and not tell you first, brother? You escaped?" Cetus the brother with a demanding look asked for an explanation.
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Camelia repeatedly sighed violently, one hand propping up her chin looking at someone who was currently breaking wood behind her house with an axe. Dry wood leftover from cinnamon trees that were harvested a few weeks ago, rather than redundant said Ambu mending in used firewood to cook water.
Why did you go home and not tell you first with Brother? You escaped?
After her brother Kemal Adji Sanjaya asked her like that, Camelia only apologized and said that her phone was dead and damaged, so she could not give any news of her return. In the end after Camelia continued to display a sad face and full of apologies Kemal the Abang could only sigh slowly and then hug the little body of his only puppet sister.
Not long after that they cleaned themselves and enjoyed breakfast after the sun began to show themselves and Camelia could pick a variety of fresh vegetables in her yard.
And now that he was watching Kemal splitting wood with a large axe far enough away from him, his eyes glanced at Ambu who was picking chili not far from where he was relaxing.
"Mother...!" Call slowly.
She turned her head, blinking softly as if to say what to Camelia. The middle-aged woman approached while carrying a bamboo basket filled with lots of chili and some fresh vegetables that will be cooked for lunch later. Fresh air hit both of them, this morning the weather was quite clear wind blowing strong, the smell of cinnamon and other spices hit their sense of smell. This smell is what Camelia often misses when she was in Dubai, the smell of natural spices that she often picked up with Ambunya.
"Why?" Ask Ambu gently.
Camelia drew her body, facing Ambu who was already sitting on top of a bamboo bale. Camelia's two eyes stared fixedly at the middle-aged woman, although occasionally the tail of her eyes glanced towards Kemal who was still busy with her activities.
"Is it still like that?" Camelia asked a little worried.
He grew even more worried when he saw Ambunya sigh, then not long after staring for a moment at Kemal the woman nodded.
"I think your brother feels very guilty about him. It's been almost 7 years that the incident passed, until Ambu brought you here but I guess it can't make your brother forget the same incident he had-,"
"Sstt.. Don't be sad. Melia sure later Brother will be sincere, already yes Ambu do not be sad like this. It's not your fault, too, is it his destiny is also possible. Melia hopes you can find a better one later. But according to Melia it is difficult if Bang Kemal continues to masang fierce face, where tattooed again, it is so if the innate person like to want to live live life. Pantes aja Babah milih Abang to keep the Babah time market busy, even though Abang has not graduated high school." In the end Camelia continued to babble, from calming Ambunya to dismantling her frustration at the brother because the man was too quiet.
Even when there are some girls interested in Kemal, the man just does not want to take a headache and choose to ignore. It was as if Kemal did not like any girl after the terrible event.
Don't tell me that Bang Kemal turned left right side front back? No, there's no way Bang Kemal is like that? Pity Ambu if the bachelor's son does not want the girl can get high blood later!
BALEKLAH CAMEL KU BALEK 🤣🤣🤣🤣
BANG KEMAL ADJI SANJAYA PLEASE MAAP KALO NOT MATCH 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙏