Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 3.5

"Well, Mama forgot to put her business card where," Mama replied patting her forehead slowly. Yiana chuckled, quickly got up to clean the dirty dishes and glasses of Mama's ex. Then wash the dishes. However, Yiana did not know that Mama would continue to look for the object around the throne chair.

"Let me find it." Yiana's words stopped Mama from looking for a stranger's business card. After all, Yiana sat down next to Mama with a small bowl of diced papaya. He prepares before leaving for work.

"So, that guy named Ian?" One mouthful went into the mouth, followed by Mama who asked for two pieces of papaya in one stab.

"Yes...." There was doubt in the ballik's reply. "likely. Mama doesn't know her real name either."

The woman beside Mama nodded in understanding, without looking at the other person.

"Surely, Mama was glad she had a lot of chatter while being treated," he added chuckling crisply. "Mom talked a lot about her. Including stories about you that rarely accompany Mama."

"Mama!" And Mama's frail laughter was exploding.

"You know you can't take care of Mama." One of Mama's hands stretched out stroked Yiana's hair. "You work for both of us."

"Continue ... Mama's not so saturated with Ian?"

"yes, just like Mama met old patients."

Ja.... That's natural. Yiana nodded faintly. He shouldn't have investigated Ian under the guise of a casual chat with Mama. And she should not destroy your happiness.

"Yes, Mama slept there."

****

Two days later, Mama's condition was much better than what Yiana thought. She was so strong, until her new Namaya came in shock instead of playing looking at her yard broom.

"Well, why is Auntie even cleaning?" His name immediately tried to help even if it was just throwing waste crackles into the tub to burn.

"Oh, you're Yiana's co-worker, huh?" ask Mama after wearing glasses-she always carry it so that it is easy to recognize the face in any location.

"Yes, Aunt." Soon Namaya sungkem as respect. However, Mama is the left-right lyrics.

"Aren't you Yiana?"

Name shook.

"Obviously, help the principal" replied Namaya handing the blurry plastic bag to Mama. "It's an apple for Auntie. I'm sorry, I just got to look at it now."

"It's okay." Mama received Namaya's hand politely. What an elegant for a half-century woman, Namaya thought. His grandmother was not like this.

"Yuk yuk, Dek Namaya."

"Yes, Aunt."

****

And three pairs of eyes were on Yiana.

"Well, long live, honey." One person was smiling softly.

"Cieee, just got home from work. Aren't you the principal's babu?" One person was mocking Yiana, complete with a ignorant look.

Then another one just threw the shortest smile before busy brewing tea. Pissed Yiana, but the teasing had dominated her ego to retaliate.

"Your message came home quickly, it turned out to be the same to our guests." Yiana replied with a slanted grin.

"Heh, don't connect me with romance, ye. You should be lucky to have my kayak friend, still have time to look at your dear mother."

"Oh, so you're not sincerely looking at my Mama?" Yiana was still reluctant to lose the debate, quickly sitting next to Mama to grab a piece of apple. "It's bad to be a person, May."

"Gue is sincere if you look-al-eh, geblek. That's an apple for your mom."

"But I like apples."

"Bodo very, Na. Bodo. Anyway it's a special apple for your mom."

"Easy-it." In the end, Mama was the mediator. "You when combined with the innate debaaat mulu."

"Since, his name is badgering."

"Heh, that's where people play sincerely look at people."

"Again...." Mom handled them. "You don't want to take a shower, Yiana? Or ... eat first?"

"I've prepared a basket of corn for you to eat." Yiana almost squealed in a frightened dog tone. Ian had been by her side for some time, putting two cups down.

"Ah, yes. Ian was cooking," said Mama immediately grab a cup of black tea. "Taste him good. The name also eats."

It's really nice to be a guest.

"You want me to make it?" Jutek's gaze to his name was replaced in an instant for the sake of looking at Ian. He was still crouching on the spot, still attached to gauze and plaster on his eel.

"Maybe you want to relax before going to bed" she smiled gently.

Ah, naw. Yiana's face was heating up. How'this? He even forgot how to breathe. Damn, is that the smile of a sincere man?

No, he's never seen Ian's sincerity. Wong is also new acquaintance, even then through the path of Mama.