Brother Zone
Maid or Son-in-law?

The tall young man threw his body onto the long sofa, ignoring the two women - his mother and brother - who were sitting opposite him. He grabbed the remote and changed the TV channel, even though he was not interested in watching. The two women who looked serious talking, whether what they discussed, suddenly quiet and then looked at each other and elbowed each other.

"Tomorrow you'll go back to Surabaya, Ka?" ask her mother to start the conversation.

"So, Mom. After all, Mother was also a bit quiet, there is also a sister Rena who nemenin Mother until really healthy," replied the young man.

"Why is it so rushed?" ask her mother again, as if she would not let the only boy go.

"Yes, Dhika has to work, Mom. Dhika has been here for two days, the work at the minimarket must be stacked," he explained.

"The reason is yes, Mom, but I already miss someone," said Rena.

Dhika stared lazily at the woman who was two years older than him, while the one who was stared at only sneered.

"Mbak Rena, whatan, anyway," he said.

"You got a girlfriend in Surabaya?" ask his mother with a probing look.

Quickly Dhika shook her head, "No. Nothing," he answered.

The woman who had already stepped on the five heads let out a heavy sigh. In fact, he was tired of asking similar questions that did not find satisfactory answers.

"When will you bring a candidate for mother?" The question he asked back often.

"Candidate? Candidate what?" Dhika asked back, pretending to be stupid. He knew the direction of his mother's conversation, and he didn't like to talk about it.

"Helper candidate, make help Mom clean up this house," his mother replied sniffling. Dhika frowned confusedly, while Rena giggled softly. "Yes, it's a potential ghost" continued his mother. Upset because Dhika always kink if he asks about candidates.

"Patience, Mom. If it's there, surely Dhika knows to Mother," replied Dhika trying to calm her mother.

"The candidate already exists, Mom, but the Dhika .. aw!" Rena's words were interrupted because Dhika had already thrown her with a pillow.

"Oh, yeah, Ren, who is that, the girl you've been telling me about a lot? Which do you say deket same Dhika?" His mother turned to Rena.

"Oh, Tiara?" Rena asked back, intending to fish and tease Dhika.

Dhika just grunted softly while throwing an annoyed look at Rena. His sister always cornered him in front of his mother.

"Ah, yes. Why not try to bring it here, who knows I like, trus fit to be a prospective ghost. Yeah, no, Ren?" her mother was enthusiastic.

Rena affirms her sitting position, her mimic turns serious. "Yes, Ka. You've been deketing for a long time, you see. Three years, see you every day, when you don't feel like going to Tiara. Tiara less anything try, pretty, good too. I don't think she has a boyfriend either. Ma'am's advice, yes, mending cepet gaet, deh, before the first others," said Rena at length.

"What did you say, anyway? I consider Tiara to be like my own sister. Tiara is the same. So, stop thinking things out," Dhika replied with emphasis. "Mother too, don't be too trusting Mama Rena's words, fearing that she will be disappointed" he continued slowly.

Dhika threw her body on the back of the sofa, in her heart she complained, until when she had to throw the full reason for this lie. Although he always denied, but in the heart very justify the words of Rena. If only he dared to admit that he had put his taste in the simple girl from the first glance, but what was the power he could only keep the girl by his side with the frills of 'sister' status'.

"Dhika, Dhika," Rena shook her head while grunting quietly, "everyone who sees your attention to Tiara knows too, your feelings for Tiara are not what you always say."

"It's up to Ma'am to say what," Dhika replied lazily, then got up and left the two women who were now just looking at each other.

"Don't be sorry if Tiara finally got the first person!" rena shouted before Dhika disappeared behind the bedroom door.

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The next day, before five o'clock Dhika just arrived in Surabaya. Without going home, he immediately stopped by the Minimarket to check the performance of his employees. But that's just another reason. The main reason is to meet someone who makes him feel impatient to go home if he is in Malang.

With a step full of charisma Dhika entered the building with a glass door, making some employees who happened to see her passing bowed respectfully while greeting the reply Dhika only with a nod. He circulated his gaze around the quiet room because it was approaching the closing time. He noticed that the employees were busy completing their work.

BRAKK!!!

"Campus!"

The hard clap on the table managed to make the little girl put out her trademark words. Also some of the women looked towards him. Fortunately, the minimarket is quiet, so it will not disturb visitors.

"Mas Dhika!" the girl growled while stroking her chest as soon as she realized who had just made her heart barely jump.

"However continue."

The round-eyed girl glared while tracing her waist, her pitch-black eyeballs gleaming like pearls. Instead of being afraid, Dhika actually felt like pulling her cheeks because of anxiety.

"Try if you come say hello cake, what cake. If Ara is hanging, how is it?" his nag.

"Yes, Sorry. Seriously, it worked so hard that no one came. If the one that came in was robbed, how?" reply that mature brown-skinned youth.

"Hehehe, sorry." The girl named Tiara raised her two fingers to form the letter V. "Where, anyway, how new?" continued.

"Hm, kangen, huh? It's been two days." Dhika crossed her hands on her chest, looking at Tiara with a jaily smile.

Tiara flicked her lips, glancing at the cynical Dhika. "Ara is just a pleasantries, no need to be smart," he said ketus.

"Well, while ngarep will be answered 'yes', but it's okay, Mas will answer your question. Go home to Mom's. Clear?"

Mangosteen tiara with pursed lips forms the letter O. Actually he had guessed so, because Dhika was often home to visit his mother who lives in Malang.

"Why mother? Healthy?" ask Tiara later. Although he had never met the woman in person, but because Dhika often told him about his mother, he felt like he had known the woman.

"Yesterday it hurt, so I went home, but now it's better. Oh yes, I send greetings to you," replied Dhika.

"Greetings back. Sometime, ask Ara to meet Mom, yeah. Ara wanted to see Mom," said Tiara.

"Make What?" tanya Dhika pretends not to like.

"You're looking for help" Tiara replied. While Dhika chuckles softly, likes to see the sullen face of that langsat yellow-skinned girl.

"It just so happens, I'm still looking for a maid, tuh," continued Dhika still with his health.

Tiara only snorted in annoyance, not responding to Dhika's jokes anymore. Because if obeyed, there will be no end. The girl just put her lips together and flicked her hands, hinting Dhika to leave, and she continued her work.

"No, no need to be a manyun. Ugly, tau. "Dhika pulls Tiara's tiny nose.

"It hurts!" tiara screams while hitting Dhika's hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, making the girl give a sharp rebuke. "Yes, directly print the Sales Report, yes. Trus deliver to the room Mas," he continued then passed.

Tiara nodded in understanding, then immediately did as Dhika ordered.

Before disappearing behind the door of his study, Dhika still had time to look at Tiara who was still a manyun, annoyed with her teasing earlier.

Maid or daughter-in-law?

Quickly Dhika shook her head, dismissing the thought that had crossed her head.

Seriate.