Brother Zone
About Tiara

After Rena disappears behind the door, Dhika again grapples with her own thoughts. The conversation with Rena just started to disturb her mind. Rena is right, when will she act this cowardly? However, he himself did not know how to start, rather was afraid.

Lazily Dhika grabbed her phone lying on the table. Open the green chat app, then look for Tiara contacts. After finding it, he opened his profile, still with the same photo, a photo of Tiara holding a tart with the number 23 candle on it. It has been almost a year that the photo has never changed. Just like his feelings that have no progress.

A year ago, he had deliberately asked Rena to give a little surprise to Tiara, and after that he planned to express the feelings he had harbored for a long time. However, again the doubt appeared that more and more days instead of disappearing, it was getting bigger.

Dhika's memory drifts further, going back three years to when Tiara first appeared in her life. Nothing special, the days just passed, even Dhika herself was not aware since when the girl began to fill her heart.

Tiara is a simple girl, who only capitalizes on her High School diploma applying as a cashier at the minimarket she manages with Rena. As a nomad, Tiara is very independent and does not want to trouble others, but does not hesitate to help. At the beginning of Tiara work, Rena minimarket has not been as big as now which already has many employees. In the past, there were only seven employees including warehouse staff, and even then it had to be divided into two shifts. Sometimes, when work is a lot, he also has to intervene to help. Perhaps that was what made him interact with Tiara more often.

Dhika's smile was turned upside down when her memory stopped at the moment where for the first time Tiara called her 'Mas' who for the previous three months always called her 'Pak'.

At that time, Dhika was helping other employees arrange the items on the shelf. While arranging instant noodles, Dhika does not pay attention to the brand of her noodles, so she composes only based on the type. It just so happened that Tiara passed behind him.

"Duh, sir, this is the place not here, but here," Tiara protested while moving the noodles that Dhika had arranged earlier, to her lower shelf.

"Just the same, the same fried noodles too," replied Dhika flatly.

"But different brands. After all, there is already the same brand price list. Later, the customer at the price protest on the same shelf in another structure," said Tiara while pointing to the price list.

"Cerewet," snorted Dhika, though in his heart he praised Tiara's thoroughness.

Tiara glanced lazily at Dhika, then moved on. However, just a few steps he walked, he again protested when he saw the goods arranged out of place.

"This is also the Father who composed?" accuse Tiara.

Dhika just shrugged her shoulders, no matter what, even though she composed it.

"Duh, you better sit down, please don't help. Even make more work," Tiara scolded while returning to correct the arrangement of goods.

Dhika walked over to Tiara. Her curiosity was a little tempted to talk to the curly-haired girl. Of all his employees, only the girl spoke so lightly to him, while the others seemed timid.

"Coches so you rule me. Who's boss, anyway?" dhika Sarkas.

"Yes Father," Tiara turned to Dhika at a glance, then resumed his work, "meaning I said you were sitting down," he continued without looking at Dhika.

"Hm, you call my brother Ma'am but why call me father?" Finally, the strands that had been blocking him out too.

"Yes because you fit to be called father. Besides, the others call you, too, right?" sahut Tiara relax.

"The way you call my father tuh kayak is badgering me" Dhika replied.

"No ah, I'm not cheating on you." Tiara shook her head quickly. "I call you father because the face of the father is like the father. The question of why to call Mbak Rena mbak yes because Mbak Rena asked," he explained.

Dhika ruffled her waist, staring intently at Tiara. "My life with you is only five years apart, Tiara, I'm not as old as your father, so stop calling me father" Dhika said then turned around, returning to her place composing instant noodles.

"Keep me calling what?" ask the plain Tiara.

"Surrection," said Dhika without turning his head.

"Called you don't want, asked the answer is up, it's like a PMS girl," Tiara scolded in a soft voice while re-composing various spices.

Wush!

The flavoring seasoning that he would have arranged earlier had already fallen scattered on the floor. While he stood stiff while holding his thumping chest. He turned to Dhika who had looked at him with a defiant look.

"Huf." Tiara heaved a sigh of relief, after realizing what had happened.

This is not the first time his boss has nearly let his heart go. Unfortunately, he has a bad habit of being surprised. He will shout to mention what comes to his head, or with his special swearing. Tiara crouched down, picking up the spices scattered earlier.

"Campus!" Again he almost shouted because suddenly Dhika was already in front of him as he stood up.

"What did you say?" Dhika looked at Tiara sharply.

"Huh? Said what?" Tiara asked back, a little dazed from the surprise earlier. "Oh, masako!" tiara exclaimed after her focus returned. He shows a pack of masako to Dhika.

"No. The previous one," Dhika said with an intimidating look.

"Hehe." Tiara chuckled while in her heart she prayed that her boss would not be angry.

"Udahlah, lupain. Hm, but maybe even. Mas, but don't use ako." Dhika glanced at the masako Tiara was holding.

"I mean call him mas?" tanya Tiara made sure.

Dhika just nodded with a stiff smile.

"Ready, Mas!" yelled Tiara with a respectful pose.

Hearing the new call made the corner of Dhika's lips singed. Plus the silliness of Tiara just now made her shake her head while holding back a smile. Before the yellow-skinned girl acted again he decided to leave in front of the girl. However, just a few steps he walked, the girl had already called out to him again.

"Mas!"

Dhika turned her head, looking at Tiara with her eyebrows raised.

"You know what makes you like a father?"

"Hm?" Dhika turned around, folding both hands on her chest, waiting for Tiara's reply.

"Rarely a smile," Tiara replied briefly then moved from her place, moving to another shelf, leaving Dhika who was still unmoved with a questioning expression.

Every time she remembered that moment, Dhika could not help but smile. Every sweet memory he had with Tiara was like a hypnotist that would keep him smiling. Like now. Dhika did not realize someone was looking at her with a astonished look.

"Dhika! Uh, Dhika!"

Dhika waver,"Eh, yes, Dul?" he said after his focus returned.

"Message, digedor-gedor but ndak denger, apparently daydreaming, where the smiles themselves. Think sopo anyway?" the scrawny man with a thick Javanese accent.

Feeling caught off guard while smiling to herself, Dhika tried to maintain her expression to keep looking calm. His faint smile was still etched into the corner of his lips, then shook his head to brush away Tiara's shadow from his head.

Tiara ... Tiara ... You're really filling my brain right now, inner Dhika.

Seriate.