
That afternoon the cafe owned by mommy Miya is mostly filled with white ash consumers, who else if not Kara school friends who had witnessed the moment uwuw. Selvia and Dila really have set everything up to the seat did not escape their attention.
“Free pesen anything. Don't hesitate, who has his cafe mommy ketos kita.” Said Selvia who was certainly greeted with such enthusiasm.
Dirga and Kara who came last was a little surprised to see the condition of the cafe which was already like in booking by white ash children. Even the live music stage that is usually filled by the cafe band is taken over by children.
“Rame. It was like a birthday party. We can join Selpot desk only yuk!” bring Kara.
“Sana. I'm going to the table Arif aja.” Answer Dirga.
“No need far.” Kara pouted and did not let go of her grip on Dirga's arm.
“Not far, baby. It's still one place. Lo there I am there.” Dirga pointed at Selvia's table then changed to point at Arif's table and his friends who immediately waved back at him. “still look out. Is it okay?” Dirga stroked the top of Kara's head.
“Lo mah do not want to deket the same I keep well, Ga? I doubt this was in the canteen really not?” Kara still pouts.
“Yes geez is not so dear.”Dirga pinches gnash on Kara's cheek. Must be called love so as not to frown.
“Keep what?”
“Ngak good with others if we get together again gini we both continue. Must appreciate guests dong, we are here as the host. So you know the girls, the boys let me be with me. After all, at least a few hours, he will go home again. I also play at your house.” Obviously Dirga. “already there to the table Selvia gih. Look at Dila already calling.” He continued, looking at Selvia's desk, it was true that Dila had waved her hand repeatedly.
In the end Kara complied and joined Dila and Selvia and her classmates. The girl was seen laughing in response to the chatter of her friends. Many of them do not think that Dirga can be as sweet as Kara. They think Kara's love is clapping one hand, but in fact Dirga has her own way of loving Kara.
“Don't be ignored and his Dirga won't cross, Ra.”
“Syirik aja, you don't have ayang anyway.” Reply Kara. Same with Kara on the other hand Dirga also several times looking towards him.
After an hour had passed finally the PJ event ended along with a row of empty glasses and plates that filled their tables.
“Thanks his PJ well. We do’ain y'all continue.” Said their representatives who then gradually left the cafe one by one.
“Gue wants to go back, too, Ra. Thanks for the PJ. I pack one ice coffee for Septian nih.” Selvia.
“Gue also take away French fries, cheese cake equal ice chocolate made at home. Make my mama, Ra.” connect Dila.
“Create mama what do you do yourself, Dil? Mama you do not like ice chocolate deh.” Kara Ledek.
Dila just laughed and passed away, “ anyway thanks Ra.” he said by waving his hand.
Dirga stepped towards the cashier's desk, Kara followed him from behind.
“How much is it all, mba?”
“Neither paid by mother, mas? Said mom if dirga mas same neng Kara who ate do not have to pay.” Said the cashier who already knew Kara and Dirga. Especially Kara who often eats for free with her two friends.
“Seconds aja.” Dirga handed him his debit card.
“But mas, says mother..”
“Gesek by mba. Ntar mba suspected of corruption, my time with Kara eating until twelve million. I swipe, don't report anything with mommy.” Dirga.
“Siap, mas.” Reply Cashier.
After paying the two left the cafe to go home. The journey from the cafe to the house did not take long. Only about twenty minutes they had entered the housing complex where they lived.
“Miciiiin..” shouted Kara at the girl who walked alone while carrying a large crackle bag. “Ga, stop!” he said, but Dirga continued to advance the bike because the responsibility was almost there.
Sasa slightly ran over to Kara who just got off the motor, “Kaleng how can you be with Kak Dirga? Tumbens. Not marahan anymore?”
“Gue has never been angry with your sister, cin. Isn't that right, baby?” kara said.
“Iya, darling.” Reply Dirga. “gue back first yah.” The pamphlet to Kara.
“OK. Later play to home yah?” kara and Dirga replied with a thumbs up without turning around.
“Abis ngeborong jajan lo, can? Very much indeed. Tumbenan.” Kara has taken over Sasa's default crackle and saw its contents. “buset lo buy a lot of fake endog, cin?”
“Kaleng..” call Sasa.
“Apaan? I asked for a fake endog one yah.” Kara took one kinderjoy and opened it.
“Since when was the same Cans as Kak Dirga so dear? Sasa was not wrong, right?”
“Since, second break. See also..” Kara pulls her phone out of her pocket and exposes the vidio in the school cafeteria.
“Yeah melehot Sasa, Cans.” Sasa Saying. “Neither thought Dirga could be so sweet. Congratulations to you, Sasa joined the Cans. Very cool..” both hugged tightly on the side of the road. “Tuh kan Sasa said also what, Kak Dirga tuh love very same Cans.” Further.
“Iya. I also did not expect the oath, felt the dream.” Kara Saying.
“Sasa also feels a dream today Cans. Very cool, met him earlier. Continue Sasa in jajanin nih much.” Sasa pointed at the bag of crackles Kara was holding.
“Who?”
“Temennya Cans, but Sasa forgot whose name is yah? Ntar Sasa wants his name, now Sasa wants to go home first. Want to wash your feet, wash your face continues to bobo day. You already agreed to meet in dream.”
Kara did not take a headache with Sasa's words, she chose to enter the house to change clothes and keep going and beautiful because later Dirga would want to play at home.
“Well tumben malem-malem my sister sakep gini? Usually pack a nightshirt and keep hair randomly pickled cadule.” Sindir Ridwan who just walked into the dining room and saw Kara's appearance was different from usual.
“Iya mami is also strange, not usually Kara is neat at this time.” Connect mami Jesi.
Kara didn't touch the words of her mom and sister, no matter what she didn't care. Her mood was being very good at the moment, she continued to focus on the flat object in her hand then left the dining table with a fluffy smile.
“Mami equals papi eat first. Kara wants to go ahead for a minute.” Pamphitt.
“Mi, try to see to the board! He said for a minute but it's not coming in yet.” Rama said when dinner ended.
“Papi aja, mami responsibilities again washing dishes nih.” Answer Jesi, “kalo no Ridwan aja tuh pi.” Further.
“I'm also responsible, Mi. Won again soon.” Replied Ridwan who returned cool with his phone after dinner.
“Turned even on the back.” Finally Rama gave up and went ahead.
“Kara, you don't want dinner?” he said as soon as he arrived on the terrace, “You guys why?” rama saw his daughter's face so close to the man sitting next to him.
Kara who was attaching her forehead to Dirga's forehead immediately retreated. "bikin was shocked by papi" he said lightly.
"Malem, Pi." said Dirga a little nervous, this is the second time he was caught with an unfavorable position.
"Malem too."
"Pi, this isn't what Papi thinks it is. Just now we did not say anything, just tacked the forehead doang" said Dirga.
"Yes nothing because there is a fire" said Rama. In the end Kara and Dirga only heard the long advice from Rama. The man was completely dizzy facing his first child who was windy. Yesterday said Dirga was evil until he decided to make an all match, but only a few days passed they have returned to peace.
Not getting there, that night Kara also got a long chat from her mother after submitting an invitation letter from the student guardian of Irma.
"Now what are you causing trouble for, Kara? isn't it bad luck no more? mami was embarrassed to go back and forth BK space." said Jesi.
"That's an invitation to an ordinary student guardian meeting, Mi. Not because I'm causing trouble. Mommy Miya was also invited, tomorrow Mami to her school together with Mommy Miya." reply Kara.
"Really?"
"Yes, Mi." replied Kara.
"Yes you can go back to the room, tomorrow Mami to school with her Mommy Dirga." Jesi breathed a sigh of relief. At least knowing that Dirga's parents are also invited means actually the invitation of the guardian meeting of the student, not a special invitation to the guardian of students whose children have problems considering the former candidate who never made trouble and always achieves.