
Ghavi is separating the souvenirs he brought from his late mother's hometown according to his order.
The girl arrived at her home after five this morning.
Harry drove his car straight to his brother's residence to rest for a while before meeting clients.
"Mom, where are you, anyway?! From then on I've come until now why not be seen?"
Ghavi glanced at the wall clock in the middle room whose hand had already shown the number ten.
This morning when he reached home, only Bu Yoyon opened the door to welcome him.
"Oh, I forgot! I'm waiting for Mr. Rama in the hospital, Non!" answer Ms. Yoyon.
The half-century woman had just put down a plate of fried pastels and a glass of her young employer's favorite fresh tea.
"Eh, what is Mr Rama sick to be hospitalized? Where should the family go, why should the Father take care?!"
Ghavi was shocked to hear that his confidant at the restaurant was ill and had to be treated as well.
"Yesterday afternoon after dinner Mr. Rama came to visit. He was actually looking for Non because there was something to discuss, he said. Because the Non has not returned, then Mr. Rama met the Father. Well, just having a conversation with you, suddenly Mr. Rama fainted. He immediately took Mr. Rama to the nearest hospital."
Bu Yoyon dropped his body on the carpet next to Ghavi.
"Keep, what is Mr Rama sick of, ma'am?"
Ghavi's hands remained busy sorting through the items he wanted to share later.
"Say, he was exposed to high blood pressure and had to be treated for a few days until his blood pressure was normal. His wife and son Pak Rama happened to be on vacation in Semarang, the wife's hometown. That's why you have to take care of me."
Mr. Rama is an orphan who was raised in the Orphanage of Light which was then newly built by Ghavi's late grandfather.
Mr. Rama was appointed as the foster child of Mr. Herman, Ghavi's grandfather, and was educated with Umar, Ghavi's father, to college.
After college, he is believed to take care of the restaurant, which is now passed down to Ghavi, until now.
"Oh, so! All right, I'll look at Mr. Rama. Then please make me a clear vegetable pumpkin, yes! I'd like to take it to see Mr. Rama."
"Okay, Non!"
Bu Yoyon got up from his seat to go back to the back.
"Eh, where are you going? Sit down again! I have gifts for Mom and Dad."
Ghavi handed over a package containing striated and blank cloth and batik cloth typical of the student city.
"And this is the title of a friend of the Father, please save it first, yes. Confirmed to the Father when he came home."
Submitted again one pack that contains the same, only the pattern and color are different.
"Thank you very much, yes, Non! So ngerepotin," said Ms. Yoyon.
"It's okay, Mom!"
"Yes, already. Then I cook clear vegetables first, yes to be taken to the hospital."
Ms. Yoyon left the living room heading back.
Ghavi also just finished arranging souvenirs and ready to be sent to his master.
The fried pastel was half cold. Not to forget the pastel companion green whimper.
Drrrt ... Drrrt ...
The phone on the table is vibrating.
"Hallo!"
" Aunty Drug Gosoookk ...!"
There was a scream from a child across the phone. Ghavi had to keep the phone away from his ears that feel stale.
" Don't yell, honey!"
The other voice behind him also sounded.
"Ok, Pa, sorry!" said the voice of the little boy.
"Beautiful aunt, you're home, are you?!" he refocused on the phone.
"Oh, this morning! Why?"
Ghavi smiled at the Star's question. He meant from the boy's question. There must be a hidden purpose such as shrimp behind the flour so that it creates a savory taste and crispy.
Yep. Who else if not the Star who called? Only he called her the Scrubbing Medicine Aunt.
"Huh, just called Auntie Drug Scrub. Now change to a Beautiful Aunt. You must want it, right?!" shoot directly.
"Haha ...! Auntie just know," replied the Star with a big laugh.
"What star want?"
Ghavi deliberately fishing.
"You're souvenirs, dooong ...! Auntie bring, right order Star?!"
The cute boy was charging for souvenirs.
"Eemm, take it, no, huh?! I think I forgot, deh."
"Yeah, Auntie! Not beautiful, then. The star did not ask for it" said Bintang sound disappointed.
"The little star Aunty is also not so handsome, dong if it's craving."
"Belgium!" tinned.
"Haha ...! Just as crashing. Ok, then the aunt anterin to the house of the Star. But if the Star is still craving, then Auntie will go to the Moon just by her," ledek Ghavi.
"Eh, yangaian ...!" squealing Stars fast.
"Why?"
"Eee, 'cause Bul-Bul was a kid. So let it be for me, "give the boy.
"Said you didn't want to?!"
"So, dude! Hehe ...!" kekeh Star back sumringah.
"OK! Wait for her arrival, yes! The order is ready to slide."
Ghavi also turned off the phone.
The girl walked quickly to her room on the upper floor. He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom.
It was impatient apparently Ghavi wanted to quickly meet Lian's son, the brother of his best friend who was also the person who had liked him before.
"Tantee ...!!"
The star who was playing the ball on the night with the papa was immediately rushed towards Ghavi who just got off the car.
Ghavi arrived at Liana's house at fifteen and forty minutes. The girl stopped by the hospital to visit Mr. Rama.
Ghavi was just saying goodbye when Mr. Yoyon arrived at the hospital simultaneously with Mr. Rama's son and wife.
"Tante, where's my order?"
He put his little head in the trunk of the car Ghavi had just opened.
"Patience, dong! This is Aunt taking. Here, for you."
Ghavi shoved a paper bag containing a t-shirt with a picture of a circular rope.
"Yey!!" cheer Stars happy.
"Who else is that for, Auntie? Why so much?!"
"This is for oma same opa, and this one is for mama and papa you. And this one is for Aunty Lili" Ghavi said.
"Make Bul-Bul, why isn't there?"
"Ah, yes Auntie until forgot. Well, this makes the puffer."
Ghavi took a package containing a mini batik dress complete with his hat.
"Sister Lian, please, don't help bring it. This is hard to take."
Lian who had just picked up the ball rolling into the side garden of the house was immediately approaching.
"A lot of it, Vi?!"
He took three paper bags from Ghavi's hand.
"There's one more, though."
Ghavi took a basket full of food typical of the city and closed the trunk of the car.
"Well! Who's gone home, a lot of luggage?"chirps Mama Liana.
The oriental-faced woman was holding the Moon, the second child of Liana and Ane.
"Yes, Ma! Then again there is time to go home, this Ghavi bring snacks for everyone. There's Mama's favorite gudeg too, you know!"
Ghavi took out a lunchbox containing Liana's order for her mother.
"Oh, huh?! Whoa! Thank you, my dear! You're Mama's best kid, huh."
Mama Liana hugged Ghavi after taking down the Moon and handed it to Lian.
Lian took her daughter's son to their room upstairs to try on a gift dress from her aunt.
"We'll try on the shirt first, Auntie!" pamit Bintang's.
"Yes, Honey! Hope it fits in and you like."
Ghavi nodded his head allowing.
"Huh, Mama Muji just has her wish, nih. Hehe ...!" ledek Ghavi turned his gaze back on Mama Liana.
Mama Liana also glared pretending to be angry.
"Yes, Mom! I am the best Mama's child. You see, if I'm not good with Mama, then Mama does not love me anymore, I'm the loser."
Cuddled by Mama Liana who was considered like her own mother. Mama Liana herself asked to call the names of mother and father to both Liana's parents.
"Ah, you could. Yeah, no, dong, honey! Mama, I've thought of you as my own son."
This is where Ghavi is happy. Although they come from different families with different beliefs, but they all always welcome him.
"Where are you with Lily Ane, Ma? Howdy, deserted."
"They're going to the doctor. After returning from Jogja, Lili had a fever. Already taking pharmacies but still not down-and-down fever. Finally Ane delivered Lili to the doctor, all she wanted to kb, he said," explained Mama Liana.
"Oh! Accuracy is certain, son."
"I guess! You see, when they heard the story from Bintang, they lured eels downstairs, huh?"
"Haha ...! Yes, Ma! Plus the fitting want to go home on a soak used to be seared when cleaning yourself from the mud. Maybe because Lilies aren't used to the sun, times, huh Ma?!"
"Maybe! But the stars are fine. In fact, he whines with Ane to be allowed to vacation there again later. She told me so much spirit."
"Yes hopefully Ane ngijinin's sister, yes, Ma."
"Homaa ...! Tanteee ...!" the stars shouted from the stairs.
"Look, deh! Here, I put the shirt on. Very good, Auntie!"
The star had just finished his afternoon shower and immediately asked to wear his new t-shirt on the papa.
"Well! The handsome one Oma's granddaughter wears a new suit." praised Mama Liana
Lian tailed behind while holding the Moon.
The moon also wears a dress given by Ghavi.
The little girl looked cute wearing it.
"Yes, Mama's right! Handsome and pretty Auntie."
Ghavi grabs the Moon from his papa sling and then kisses her with anxiety.
The little eight-month-old baby laughed.
"What does Aunt Ghavi say?! " lian said to the child.
"Thank you, Beautiful Auntie!" said Bintang hugged Ghavi who was holding the Moon as a thank you.
"Together, little star!"
"Tante, the fried eel brought it too, right?! Star hungry, here!" chirping Stars.
"The star wants to eat fried eel, Auntie!"
"Yes, Auntie, come on! That's Aunty put on the table," pointed Ghavi with his chin.
"But Auntie brought him eel chips that were sold in the market. You see Om Fajar is busy school online."
"Asshiiikk! Eel eating. Eat the eel," chirped the happy Star.
"He doesn't like eels?!" fashion Mom Liana.
In the past, Bintang did not like to eat fish, eel and shrimp side dishes. The boy always refused if given the side dish. But since returning from Jogja kemain the day after tomorrow, suddenly the star asked to be skewed by fish.
When asked since when he likes to eat fish and eels, he proudly replied since Bi Mirna home cooked fried fish and fried eel chili ginger caught himself and Dawn.
"Now I like it, Oma. The word Om Dawn food is highly nutritious and makes the brain so intelligent," he replied casually.
The star ate with a side dish of eel chips which is now his favorite menu.
Mama Liana, Lian and Ghavi just smiled knotingly at the adorable whims of the Star