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"Alhamdulillah good. How are you?"

"Yes this way" said Niken while shrugging his shoulders.

"So that Anjas who ordered martabak is you?"

"Eh." Niken was surprised, "Sister, brother Anjas?" Take the answer from Andre.

"Seriously?" asked Niken to make sure and hardly believe it.

"Seriously lah. We don't look alike, do we?" Andre chuckled as he asked. Niken fell silent and looked at Andre's face. There was no resemblance at all between Andre and Anjas.

"This is your order." Andre handed over a box of martabak that had been on his lap.

"How much bang?" asked Niken while opening the martabak box and the aroma of martabak immediately smelled making worms in the stomach of Niken who had not had time to feed dinner protesting.

"Free. As a greeting because we haven't met for a long time."

Niken was silent for a moment because she remembered Bayu had also said those words when they first met again two years ago at the supermarket.

"really this?" asked Niken while dismissing a flash of memory about Bayu in his mind. Andre nodded.

"Gaziness!" exclaim Niken happy. As a boarding child of course free souls are firmly attached to his soul.

Niken took a piece and ate it. In the bargain Andre and head bobble is the answer. Of course he refused, he was tired of seeing martabak every day.

"You live here, Nik?" andre asked as Niken was enjoying his meal.

"Yes, I've been here two years" replied Niken.

"Where's the lecture, Nik?"

"I work at Salwa's boutique."

"Salwa's aunt in town?" Niken nodded and Niken saw Andre amazed.

They chatted in no direction until Andre's phone rang and Anjas' name was on the screen.

"OK, slide."

That was the only answer Niken heard a second after Andre raised the call.

"I'm home, Nik. Preoccupation with talking to you until you forget Anjas keep the booth alone. Buyers are a lot tonight." Pamit Andre moved from his seat.

"I should be grateful. It's a martabak, it's free. Thanks to ya."

"No problem. Oya, can I play here again sometime?" Andre is looking forward to Niken's answer.

"Can."

Andre smiles happily and passes leaving the cost of Niken with his motorcycle.

Niken went up to her room and passed Cindy who was going out the door. Niken handed over the martabak that still left a lot and received Cindy with pleasure.

Arriving at the room, Niken still could not believe that Andre was the brother of Anjas. Anjas used to be a friend of Juna who always teased Niken about his hobby that likes to watch movies and as remember Niken, Anjas also once offered Niken to replace Andre as chairman of OSIS.

Niken rolled around in his bed, ashamed of his absurd behavior in the old school days. Telling him that he has a crush on Andre in front of Andre's own younger brother.

***

"Ma, see papa's wallet?" niken's husband shouted from the end of the stairs. It looks like only his head is sticking out.

"On the top floor, pa" replied Niken who also shouted.

"It could not be a day just a safe life semeram happy without anyone screaming for lost items," complained Marsya was caught off guard by the state of the morning that there are always family members who lost goods.

"Can't be brother. It's our family tradition" said Marcel, who had just emerged from his room and sat down. Prepare to eat breakfast.

"Please let the bad habits be changed" Marsya complained again.

"What is important is not to interfere with your health and finances," said his father who seems to have found the wallet in his car.

"My heart health is disturbed pa." Marsya was still complaining.

"My pocket health is also disturbed pa, need extra pocket money," said Marcel who made him get a pinch on the arm from Marsya.

"Jajan mulu nih bocil" murmured Marsya.

"You want extra pocket money, wait for age also increases." His father turned the plate.

Niken has finished his cooking and is now pouring it into

the plates of her husband and children.

"Your pocket money has increased last month, no more complaining about pocket money." Niken gave an ultimatum that got a nudity from her husband. Marsya and Marcel have lyrics.

Failed to be able to add extra pocket money if the mami already made a sound.

After finishing breakfast the husband and children say goodbye to go to their respective destinations. Stay alone at home to finish the homework that is waiting. Sometimes this routine is boring but Niken is happy and enjoys the moment every second that he goes through either alone or while with his beloved husband and children.

When Niken was folding clothes, there was a sound of greeting. Niken rushed forward and thought that it was his neighbor who sometimes played at home just to chat or sometimes needed his help.

Arriving at the front, Niken was surprised to find a guest standing at the door of his house. Guests that Niken never thought would come face to face with him.

Niken walked slowly to the door. He answered his greetings with a soft look. Astonished, confused and disbelieving mingled into one in his mind. The one who visited this house was him. A figure he hadn't seen his face in a long time. The face is still the same, not much change happened other than a little wrinkle around the eyes even though it has been decades Niken did not see his face and it feels almost foreign.

"How's Niken doing?" The voice of the guest when asking for news.

"My news is good. Let's enter. Please sit down, sorry mess." Niken got rid of some of Marcel's music books strewn across the table.

The guest sat awkwardly and his eyes occasionally went around observing the state of Niken's house.

"How are you, Nabila?" ask Niken after cleaning Marcel's books and come sit facing Nabila. The woman who used to be his best friend before the dark event happened.

Nabila shrugged and smiled softly, "My news is like this. Getting older."

"Alhamdulillah can still feel old. Not everyone can experience old," answered Niken while chuckling.

Nabila just smiled in response to Niken's joke. They were silent and equally awkward. Confused about what kind of conversation to build. Maybe if their situation is still fine, this awkwardness will not happen. They will hug each other, splashy and splashy when they meet let alone this meeting happened after decades apart. But whatever the power, it will never be done.