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In my room

Lara

Me and Ditya held our laughter and upon entering my room, we both laughed as much as we could.

"Do you see how Anggi got that? I'm getting a hippo ha..ha....ha.." I still laugh at those two couples.

"Yes ha.ha... Similar. His face is Aryan too. It was so smart to teach me eh now even his own bullshit!" Dita laughed with satisfaction.

"Ah... I'm so satisfied! They did have a great reception!" I then approached the small refrigerator that I bought from endorsements. It's nice to keep my food stock. "What do you want to drink? I have juice, tea packaging and milk uht but banana flavor."

"Banana flavor?" asked Ditya while frowning his forehead. Lost the laughter on his face.

I'm nodding. "Yes. I love banana flavored milk. At first I like the taste of chocolate but I tried to taste the banana really good yaudah I bought a lot." I answered honestly.

"Oh. I want some tea." said Ditya.

I'll get some tea and give it to Ditya. "Do you want a snack too? I have a snack. Endorsement results anyway, but still long expired kok." I show a variety of jars that are on top of a small closet. "Pick which one!"

"Later on. Many of your snacks. Like to snack too?" Ditya walked towards the photo I displayed in a small figura. Photos of my childhood and school. While the big figura is a photo of me now. It is beautiful and looks so different.

"Yes sometimes if lazy to eat I snack anyway. Pretty loh this is all from the endorse, try at least 2 or 3 pieces uh the rest a lot."

Ditya lifted a figura containing a picture of me and Mama while at Ancol Beach. I was wearing frog pants and Mama's hair was beautifully draped.

"Who is this?" ask Ditya.

"My mother."

"Your mom is still there?" ask Ditya again. He seems interested in my life story. He must have guessed that Aunt Sofie wasn't my real mom.

"There." I pointed up. "In heaven."

"Im so sorry!" sorry Ditya.

"It's ok. My mom is beautiful, right? Different from me." me and Ditya both looked at my Mama's face in the photo. Mama's wearing a polkadot dress that I've modified now. It looks fashionable.

"Who said? Just as beautiful! I wonder who you look like. You look so much like your mom!"

"Ah time anyway? How come what you say is exactly the same as what Papa said anyway? I think Papa's just fine with me."

"No. I'm honest. Your papa must be honest, too. You are as beautiful as your mother." Ditya put the figura he was holding to its original place. "You're lucky you can still see your Mama."

"You turned out to be great, huh? I think you're cool, quiet and don't like to spread words uh it turns out really good at making people's hearts float." I took another figura and showed it to Ditya. "In this photo, my mom loves me. Yeah, you're right. I was lucky to have a Mama who could see her even though Mama only accompanied me until I was an adult. If I'm greedy, I want Mama to be with me until I have kids and my kids grow up. I want more time to love my mom."

He returned smiling. "That's actually the wish of all the children in the world, but not everything we want can be granted, right?"

"Yes at least Mama you will be able to see you get married and have children." I encouraged Ditya who looked sad. The smile on his face disappeared already. "You must be thinking about the children at Kak Nisa Orphanage, right?"

"Hm... Ja. You know what?"

His smile was back. "Come on. I like being there too. It's like being home."

Our conversation came to a halt when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and found Papa in front of my room.

"They're alone, Pa. They want to get married, but isn't it inappropriate to do what they did before they got married?" Anggi was complaining to Papa.

"What's up?" ask me without guilt. Anggi disputed the relationship before marriage, as if he was just holy! We both sinned before we got married. Holy hush!

"What are you doing with Ra Ditya?" ask Papa.

I opened the door even wider and showed me the contents of my room. Ditya was looking at the photo figura. "Talking to Ditya. After that we chatted in the pool was disturbed by Arya and Anggi. Yaudah chatted in Lara's room."

Ditya approached Papa Handaka. "Sorry, Om, we're so excited to look at Lara's childhood photos. Adorable."

"Oh yes, please continue! Lara, the door to her room won't be locked! Just open. Let there be no slander!" papa's Message.

"Yes, Pa."

Papa went back to his study. Apparently still talking about my wedding plans and Ditya's unfinished.

Anggi looked at me in annoyance. His intentions are evil, so it is not condoned.

"Ngapain's still in front of my room? Go there! A lady to be a person!" I said with a ketus.

By stomping her feet, Anggi left my room. Arya is like a faithful pet who follows wherever Anggi goes, always following.

"I'm sorry Dit. Anggi really likes that. Suspicious of continuing with me!" I drank my drink to calm myself down. My emotions like to blow when I've been dealing with those two annoying couples again!

"It's okay. If Papa you know we've been... spend the night together how?" ask Ditya.

"No one will know if we don't tell him. Only the two of us know what happened." I indirectly asked Ditya to keep everything that happened.

"alright. I'll hide it. Anyway, we're getting married soon. I know that if I was the first one for you, that's enough. "

To melt the atmosphere back down, Ditya asked about the collection of books that were inside my mini library. Yes, I like to read. That's why my brain is a little watered down. My knowledge is quite a lot because I diligently read about the encyclopedia and also my hobby of reading stories about biographies of others that will inspire me of course.

"A lot of books you read?! I don't know, you like to read books about influential people in the world. For example, this" Ditya brought up a book called Mahatma Gandhi. "I also love the story of Mahatma Gandhi. One of the influential people in India . Apparently, our readings are much the same as well. Then this," Ditya pointed to a book that I had finished reading of course.

"Book on Mr. President Habibie. Do you like books like this?" Ditya did not expect my reading book tastes like this. "Girls usually like to read novels. Not a biography book."

"Maybe I'm a different girl? I love both the books you say because they inspire me. How great people struggle in their own way. How are their mindsets. I like that." I took a novel and showed it to Ditya. "This is one of my favorite novels. I like to read novels too but online."

We started discussing what books we had read. Engrossed ourselves with our conversation until both parents Ditya took Ditya home

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