Prayer of the Former
13
A few days from that painful night. Now Sari is in a gallery boutique yes with a wedding dress tidying a little random on display.
And there's a sad song by Acha Randongkir-Enough.
Deeper
From yesterday
S'has ko pu love run aground
In de pu hugs
Sa can what
Kalo de su
Ko's gone
They live sa
Kas lives sa deng luka
Dear.
Sa sacrifice s'alla
Demi ko can be with her
Although it is difficult to feel
I can be happy with him
Sa tra regrets tong split
Even though sa tapukul incredible
God set everything
Sa tra may mo forced
Heart, to come back, again.
The stalls of the song seemed to represent the contents of Sari's heart at this time.
Lisa, who had just returned from the laundry, heard the song as if she felt bored over and over again by Sari.
"Sar, what's the song about nothing else?"protest Lisa who just put down the wedding dress she just took from the laundry.
Sari only smirked a little, not answering Lisa's protest. He even took a notebook make up bridal schedule.
He tried to busy himself with work, Sari even willing to take small jobs by becoming a makeup artist for Kindergarten who will hold an art stage.
Unexpectedly, that afternoon the gallery door opened.
The loud sound of the door open forcibly was heard so that Sari dah Lisa was simultaneously turned.
The two were shocked when a small girl with a man dressed in safari entered the gallery shop.
"Sifa?" whispered Sari who was shocked to see the figure of the vice regent's little daughter was now present in her gallery shop.
"Tante Sariiiii!!" sifa exclaimed immediately running and hugging Sari's body.
Grep. That hug made Sari shocked. Same with Lisa.
"Tanteee, Sifa's finally got a aunt!" sifa said with a carefree tone.
Sari still could not say, she still did not expect that this little girl was really looking for her.
Slowly Sari broke Sifa's embrace on her slender waist.
"Sifa? You're..."
But unexpectedly the man dressed in safari came to face Sari with a serious face.
"Sorry, we've been looking for this gallery for 3 days"
Sari was shocked so reflex looked down and looked at Sifa's face.
"Sifa?"
"Yes aunty, is Sifa already promised aunty to be able to meet aunty again" replied the tiny lips were plain.
Sari heard it was bad for the man who was Sifa's guard.
Sifa immediately turned to the guard by looking at Sari's veiled face.
"Sir, come out first, Sifa is still a long time here" Sifa told the guard.
The man dressed in safari was seen weighing and then briefly looked at Sari.
"Well, I'll wait outside" she slowly left the boutique.
"Sar, who?" asked Lisa who became curious about a figure she had never seen but was so familiar with Sari.
Sari turned to Lisa who finally approached by looking at the little girl's face.
Sari looks difficult to explain the figure of this little girl to Lisa.
Sifa looked at the faces of Sari and Lisa alternately.
"Hm, he.." said Sari doubtfully.
"Beautiful boy, whose name are you?? Whose son is that, really pretty?" lisa's fishing line looking for her own.
Sifa looked a little hesitant at Lisa.
"She?"exclaims Sari but her speech is cut off with Sifa's speech
"Sifa... Sifa Darisya Munandar" said the little girl by holding Sari's fingers.
Lisa's shocked. The last name was like a family in Lisa's ear.
"Tu-wait, who was Da-from Muuu-nandar?"repeat Lisa with unclear guess.
Sari looks hopefully anxious with Lisa's response.
"Ikh, this aunt is not horrified, the name of Sifa.. Sifa Darisya Munandar, the son of papa Aldi Munandar"he mother Sifa exasperated Lisa.
Doeng.. Lisa's expression was immediately transfixed in disbelief with her hearing, when she glanced at Sari's stiff smiling face.
"Gu-gue can explain Lis" said Sari with stammering.
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And finally, inevitably Sari also told me a little about introducing the daughter of the number 2 person.
"So??".
"Yes, ta-pi, but I was just there to meet Mr. Vice, and I don't know if Sifa turned out to be the son of the Vice Regent, I swear I was shocked".
Lisa heaved a sigh of relief while looking at Sifa's plain face that looked sticky with Sari.
"So you're here? What sir? Eh. means papa you know?" lisa asked Sifa who was sitting quietly beside Sari.
Sifa reflexes shook her head.
"Papa busy, but not papa really, as long as there is a Pak Budi who take care. Papa will not worry about Sifa"
Hearing that Sari's reasoning was invited to think.
"Is Sifa's mother not worried?"
"Sifa? Your mama?" tanya Sari hesitated.
Sifa's face turned sad. He just nodded slowly without answering.
But immediately Lisa hit Sari slowly and gave a code not to ask.
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After almost two hours Sifa was in the gallery boutique huh. Now the little girl wants to go home.
"Tante Sari, if Sifa comes here often can't you?"
Sari heard by weighing.
"Hmmm, may, but. more Sifa if you want to go anywhere first ask permission with parents"
Sifa's face was disappointed to hear Sari's words.
But slowly Sari's fingers stroked that delicate face.
"Sifa. ask for permission is important, so that your father is not anxious and Mr. Budi was not heavy duty" said Sari gave advice.
For a moment Sifa thought with Sari's words. Until finally he agreed to Sari's request.
"Yes, auntie"
"Printer"
Sifa immediately hugged Sari's body when receiving praise from Sari. And Sari was again shocked by the behavior of the little girl.
Sifa slowly broke her embrace from Sari and left Sari by waving at the figure of the woman she liked.
Seen man dressed in safari demands Sifa to get into the red cemry car.
Before long the door was closed, but suddenly the window of the car was opened with a look on Sifa's face that still saw Sari.
"Daaah, aunty.. See you tomorrow?" sifa shouted as the wheels of the car were running.
Sari would not want to join in waving the farewell.
After the sedan car went away. Sari also re-entered the boutique gallery with the face of Lisa who there are millions of curious.
Sari could only grin a stiff smile.
"Lo know the gossip about Vice Regent Aldi Munandar??" todong Lisa on Sari.
Sari shook her head slowly.
"Here, I will tell the figure of Vice Aldi, anyway you will be surprised if you know!!" timpal Lisa with a serious facial mimic.