Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.20 Surprise

"Now, eat first. My grandmother doesn't exist anymore, so tonight we're eating instant noodles anyway." Fahri put a bowl of instant noodles with a topping of one egg and green mustard vegetables on it, in front of Cakra which is feeling the carpet to reduce the cold ceramic tiles in the middle room, and, that simple house.

Cakra turned to Fahri, then began to sit cross-legged on the floor with his back leaning against the sofa. His hand rubbed gently on his face, while collecting the lives that were still scattered. The sound of rain on the roof of the tile distracted him. For a moment he turned towards the glass window on one side of the house whose curtains were still open.

"The food is getting bigger, right?" asked Cakra, it seemed like for a while he had fallen asleep.

"Yes. Lo nginep aja here, after all my grandmother will not go home if the weather is like gini," reply Cakra while sitting in front of Cakra.

I saw a digital clock on his wrist. Then murmured slowly. "It's ten o'clock."

"Yes. That's why I told you to stay here" Fahri said. The guy started picking up his instant noodle bowl, then inhaled the smoke that each billowed on it.

Meanwhile, the chakras appear to be budging.

"Where are you going?" Fahri who was about to put instant noodles into his mouth, stopped him in the air because his attention was turned on Cakra.

"Toilet" replied Cakra as he began to move his legs towards the bathroom at the back of the house.

"Ooh...." Fahri nodded his head while continuing his activities. For a moment, he looked at his best friend's back before disappearing behind the bathroom door. A heavy breath sounded before finally choosing to shake his head, dispelling any prejudices that perched in his head.

The memory of his conversation with Cakra, shortly after they reached his house, was rolling back in his head.

Flashbacks....

"It's not all just because of Dikta's defeat, is it?" fahri asked after about fifteen minutes, the two just sat quietly in front of Fahri's grandmother's house, with no one to open their voices at all.

Cakra only snorted, without answering Fahri's question.

"Lo fight again like a bokap?" Fahri stared probingly at his best friend.

The chakras are still.

Fahri nodded faintly. If Cakra does not argue, it means that it is the truth, even if he is just as silent as he is now. The guy's blowing his nap plan. He had no right to advise his friend, what else told him to be patient. It was too cliche to be pronounced on Cakra.

"Yes, you calm yourself down here first. I hope after that you can think more clearly," said Dikta while moving on. He chose to leave Cakra alone, to reflect on everything he did today.

flashback off

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Rumi walked out of her room in neat clothes. He grumbled a little because he almost woke up late.

"Ish, you little bummer. Why does he have to my country the same as me anyway?" Rumi flicked her lips while stomping her feet restraining her irritation.

How not, because since he got off Arsya's bike last night, the smell of the body of the guy is still as fragrant as ever, fulfilling his sense of smell. In fact, Arsya's hand grip when pulling his hand can still be felt until now.

Rumi touched her wrist. His heartbeat was still racing fast when the shadow of last night's events re-spinned on his head.

"Gee!" Rumi shook her head quickly, trying to dispel the disturbing feeling in her heart. He circulated his gaze, looking at the entire house that always felt lonely. Except somewhere that's the goal right now. Kitchen. I don't know why there's noise there? To make the girl frown, curious. What the hell is going on over there?

"Good morning, baby." Rumi even had to blink her eyes a few times to convince herself that what was happening now was real.

"Sit here, soon the breakfast is done," continued the woman with a black apron hanging over her body. A cheerful and warm smile also plagues her beautiful adult face.

Rumi walked over and sat in the bar, right in front of her mother who was preparing breakfast. The questionable look continued on at the mother. When was the last time she got that smile from her mom? He himself had forgotten, probably because of his so long ago.

"Mother why?" That stupid-sounding question just slid out of Rumi's mouth. He folded his hands on the table, like an Elementary School student preparing to welcome his teacher.

"What?" Mother turned her attention to Rumi at a glance with a smile, before going to take a plate and arrange fried rice and eggs on it.

"Mother's sick? Or did he hit his head last night?" Rumi spoke plainly, without diverting the slightest attention from her mother. His eyes blinked slowly, with eyes still confusing.

"Anyway speaking!" Rumi's mother hit her child's hand slowly, while one more hand put a plate containing fried rice in front of Rumi.

"Or did you last night walk by yourself? Got a big tree behind the complex? Let's not let Mother situ there," terka Rumi again. There is a large tree behind the complex that is famous for being haunted because many have often seen sightings there.

"Ish, what the hell is this kid, talking about it. Don't-don't you who are still shirking," Mother Rumi accused while squinting her eyes.

"Enak. Rumi had woken up, Mom," elak Rumi did not accept, he also chose to eat his breakfast immediately.

"The weird part is, usually I never prepare breakfast like this for Rumi. Didn't you go to the office?" rumi asked again, even when the food in her mouth was still there.

"Mommy has a task out of town later in the day, so just to go to the office to take a file," replied Ms. Rumi.

"Out of duty out of town again? How long?" ask Rumi. Suddenly he stopped his breakfast activities to see clearly the face of the mother.

"At least three days, but if there is an obstacle maybe up to a week," replied the mother Rumi.

"Oh...." Rumi continued her breakfast with an indifferent face, though in fact, there was a sense of emptiness in her heart when she found out that her mother was going out of town. The spirit of eating fried rice made by his mother, now suddenly felt began to disappear.

Quite often indeed his mother gets the task out of town, but still feels heavy, when it must be far from his mother in a long time.

"I went to school, Mom." Rumi kissed the back of her mother's hand.

"Eum, the spirit of learning yes," nodded Rumi's mother.

Rumi nodded then walked towards the outside of the house. Tracing the complex road to get to the nearest stop from the housing complex. However, in the middle of the road Rumi suddenly remembered something. He tried to look for her in the bag, but could not find her.

"I'm missing" muttered Rumi as she rolled back her steps towards the house. Half-running him back down the streets of the compound so as not to be late for school.

However, as soon as he reached her front, Rumi's body immediately stiffened upon seeing what was happening there. Right in front of the entrance of his house, he saw his mother was welcoming the arrival of an upright man and looked gallant. They hugged and did cipika cipiki before the man finally entered his house with his mother.

Not a week after the incident that happened to him because of the mother's former lover, now he has seen his mother change men again. Rumi's body was stiff, only his fist was getting tightened until his palm seemed to start to scold.

His eyes seemed to have been filled with water, which was preparing to spill whenever he allowed it. But not anymore. Rumi chose to raise her head while taking a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. No longer will he let his tears spill by the actions of the mother who likes to change men.

"It's all common, Rum. No need to be more, you are a strong girl," muttered Rumi, trying to give a tightness to herself. He chose to twist his body and immediately left his house as quickly as he could. Just leave the phone behind. Rumi no longer wants to meet her mother and the man who to the woman brought to her home.