Lara's Pieces (When the Ex Returns)
Acquaintances

Dimas was still waiting for a reply to a chat from Afifah, but there was no reply from Afifah until the afternoon, until Dimas' work was done. Dimas was really made half-dead by Afifah, the young girl who was not old enough that could make Dimas all over, even though Dimas had never felt like this before.

“What because I felt guilty last night doing that to Afifah. Giving a kiss that I shouldn't do to a child of Afifah's age, I feel I have to take responsibility for what I did last night, even though it was just a kiss?” inner Dimas.

Dimas rubbed his face rough and ruffled his own hair in frustration at the thought of Afifah. Dimas left his office, he wanted to go home, curious to know what Afifah was doing, because from the morning there was no news from him, a message from him had not been replied by Afifah. Don't get answered, read it yet?

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Afifah from earlier had deliberately left his phone at home, because he was lazy to hold the phone. Though he joined oma and opanya went to the wedding of his relatives' children, as well as holding a kangen meeting. Ardha and Alana would like to invite their grandchildren and introduce them to their friends. Fortunately there Afifah was also acquainted with the grandchildren of his opanya friends. And, most of them introduced his granddaughter.

“This Afifah his son Askara right, Ar?” tanya Alka, Ardha's best friend who used to have a crush on Alana, and had competed with Ardha when he wanted to get Alana.

“Iya dong, are my granddaughter and Brother Zhafran the only Afifah? His son Nina is both boys, his son Risya is also a boy, this is pregnant again, hopefully women so that Afifah has friends,” replied Ardha.

“The prettier you are, Son?” praise Alka. Similar Thalia, huh?” coined.

“Iya a bit bule-bulean like wit,” said Alana.

“The eyes are beautiful to you, son,” praise Cintya, wife of Alka.

“Still oma, opa,” says Afifah shyly.

“What class are you, son?” ask Cintya.

“You entered second class SMP, Oma,” Afifah replied.

“Waduh oma think you already want SMA? Bongsor once you, son,” said Alka.

“Iya very fast, like just yesterday nimang him, he is already big, even deserves to be a student of nih son,” said Ardha.

“Ih opa, people are still cute like this is the time of student kayaking?” afifah protest.

Afifah indeed went down the face of Eyang Uyutu, namely Thalia, mother of Zhafran –papa kungunya Askara. His face is somewhat chubby, because Thalia's Papa is German. Zhafran was a little bit of a month, but the decline was even in Afifah, his grandson.

“You are like an adult, Fah? You are very beautiful, you do not deserve SMP,” said Alka.

“Ah opa Alka's? Overrated once praise it?” afifah said shyly.

“Opa, oma from earlier Vero cariin kok here?” said a boy who approached Alka and Cintya.

“Yes out you even join your friends? Yes oma stay. Let's salim Opa Ardha and Oma Alana,” order Cintya.

“Halo opa, oma, greetings know me Vero the only grandson of Oma Cintya,” said Vero introduced himself.

“This is Daren's son, Al?” ask Alka.

“He's Daren's son, who do you want? My people only have Daren's children?” reply Alka.

“Wah is big now? What class, Nak?” ask Ardha.

“Class Two SMA, Opa,” replied Vero.

“Nih acquaintance with his grandson opa Ardha, his name is Afifah, both second class, second class SMP but,” said Alka.

“Ih this opa forgot huh? I just want to enter High School, the time is directly second class?” vero protest.

“Oh yes forgot,” says Alka. “Come acquaintance with Afifah, if Afifah is his grandson Opa Ardha, he just wants to enter second grade SMP,” continued Alka.

“Afifah.”

They shake hands and get acquainted. “Salam knows Afifah, when you were second grade Junior High? I guess SMA together?” said Vero.

“I am only fourteen years old yes still Junior High School?” afifah.

Afifah chatting with Vero. Somehow all the friends of Ardha and Alka made a pact to bring their grandchildren. Introducing each other to their grandchildren. Fortunately Afifah wanted to come, so Ardha could introduce Afifah to some of his friends.

“Ardha I say goodbye first, huh? There is an event elsewhere because,” saying Alka.

“Iya, Al. I also want to go home,” said Ardha.

“Afifah, can you ask for your mobile number?” pinta Vero's.

“Ehm .. I don't bring a phone, get your phone, I'll write my number,” Afifah replied.

Afifah wrote down his number on Vero's phone. “Let's just chat or phone, tell me it's you,” said Afifah.

“OK, thank you Afifah,” said Vero. “I'll go home first, yes?”

Afifah nodded, he went home, because Ardha had invited him home, especially Ardha had not met with Eyang Mila, had not been chatting, came to his house there was no Madam, there was no Madam, and immediately invite Afifah to join the wedding of the child of his friend.

“How is Vero handsome?” ask Ardha.

“His name is handsome, Opa?” answer Afifah.

“If SMA later move here only, so it can be with Vero?” ardha.

“Can you be with Vero what because opa want me here, let's not be lonely?” ask Afifah.

“Two, anyway. But I'd rather you're here. If opa kangen can be found directly, do not need to go to Jogja, is it a distant opa?” ardha.

“Salah opa too, why even the business there is considered to move here? Though oma is more comfortable living there, Opa,” said Alana.

“Yes how else, Papi would ask me to take care of his business here as well? Then there is Askara who continues?” Ardha.

“Mothers do not want to move here, Opa. Mother said she was comfortable living in Jogja, did not want to move here,” said Afifah. “Padahan Afifah really want to be here, but Afifah does not want to live in the house of Afifah that used to be, because later you are upset if you remember first when there was a mother. Afifah do not want to see the sad mother again, Opa,” he concluded.

Afifah knows his mother when invited to go home who used to always not want to. Salma prefers to stay at her mother's house, rather than having to go home. The house he thought was full of wounds. Salma still remembered when there was Azzura in the house, and made himself separate from Askara. Alana also knew how Salma would feel if she came and lived in the house again. It is unlikely that the house was sold by Askara, as it meant so much to Askara.

“Let's go talk to dad and want to move here,” said Alana.

Alana wants her children to be close to her, not to be far from her, but the fact is Askara instead chose to live in Jogja now. There's only Risya, and Nina. Also their grandchildren were all boys, the children of Nina and Risya. Although Nina was only a child, because Alana was once married to Zhafran, but Nina was closer to Alana than to Binka, her biological mother. Zhafran and Binka had only Nina, but no children. But, Zhafran was very lucky, because Afifah, the only granddaughter of her beauty went down her mother Zhafran. It is precisely Afifah whose face looks a little like Zhafran, because Zhafran his face is more Caucasian, like his mother. (Those who do not understand their genealogy, please read the story Million Love For Alana)

Askara, who was Zhafran's biological son with Alana, was more similar to Ardha, his father, who was none other than Zhafran's younger brother. So having an Afifa, Zhafran felt perfect as someone went down his face. Nina also looks more like her mother, not Zhafran.

“I have to persuade Salma and Askara, surely Brother Zhafran can help me to Salma and Askara to move again here. I can't go too far with Afifah, let alone meet him only once a year, the inner” of Alana.

Afifah went home to his eyes. At home there are already eyes that have been waiting for Afifah, because until you want to get to Maghrib Afifah just came home. At the house of Miss Mila there is also Dimas who is also waiting for Afifah.

“Sorry for a long time to invite the Fifahan, all the streets, yesterday there was still a lack of roads with Afifahnya,” said Alana.

“It's okay, Mom. I am not at home, for Ms. Alana and Mr. Ardha are here, so Afifah is not alone,” said Mila.

Dimas was just silent, not saying anything if not spoken to. Madam Mila invited her opa and oman Afifah to dinner together.