Anta's Diary
Meet Grandma Darma
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"That's King!" pekik Tasya's.
Mr. Herdi immediately stopped the speed of his car. Tasya went straight out of the car and approached the King.
"Sir, that's not..."
Dita who saw the figure of Imran began to feel trembling in fear. He and Mr. Herdi looked at each other and made sure that their sixth sense vision was not wrong.
"Ghost," said Mr. Herdi.
Tasya approached the King and shook the child's body. Imran's ghost instantly disappeared away with a smile as the woman approached.
"Aunty..."
The king hugged Tasya.
"Thank God you're okay" said Tasya, wiping the hair on the boy's head in tears.
"But my friend it is..."
The king pointed towards Imran who was still lying under the truck waiting for the evacuation team to come.
"Tante knows, Auntie had seen him at a glance when saying goodbye to you," said Tasya.
"I'm sorry, I should have gone straight home, not been the same Anji kept up here, I should have gone home and Imran would have gone home safely, huhuhuhu..."
The king was still crying in Tasya's arms. Dita and Herdi got out of the car and approached them.
"This kid's nothing, right?" ask Dita.
"Mother...!"
The king turned to the familiar voice and hugged the woman's body tightly after taking off his arms from Tasya. Somehow at that time Dita did not want to take off the child's embrace immediately. He let the child's embrace tighter as his crying sounded more and more broken.
"Honored, relax and pray, may your friend be calm in nature there," said Dita.
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The next day, the King, along with Tasya and Anta, came to Imran's funeral. There they also see Anan wearing a white cocoa shirt. The man seemed to be crying.
The king approached Anan, the man immediately hugged him. They were crying together beside the tomb. The boy also approached his best friend's mother and spoke Imran's last message.
After the funeral of Imran was completed, Anan invited the King and others to stop by the house to meet Grandma Darma. Arriving at Anan's house, the middle-aged woman greeted everyone warmly.
"Dragon shop first, Nan, Grandma want to make a drink," said Grandma.
"Not bother, Grandma," said Tasya.
"Not bother, lose that you help me, yuk!" take Grandma Darma.
Tasya could not argue, he followed the middle-aged woman with the batik negligee into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Anan is busy explaining about the fish shop to Anta and Raja. However, when he saw a woman from a distance walking towards the store, he immediately went into hiding.
"You please serve him, yes" Anan said.
A female buyer in her 40s comes to the store in her flirtatious style teasing Anan. His body like a jewelry store runs because so many gold accessories that he wears such as necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings decorate his body.
"What do you want to buy, Mom?" tanya Anta tried to help Anan.
"His son Ma'am, I am still young know, call me Brother," he said.
Anta and the King stared at each other, they held back their laughter. Anan turned towards the children while hiding behind the storefront. He also struggled to hold back his laughter so as not to come out of his mouth.
"Ummm... Okay, Auntie, what fish do you want?" ask Anta again.
The woman did dress up as a teenager, black shirts and tight jeans instead showed fat on her stomach and thighs were doubled. Anta forced herself to nod her head and smile.
"Where do you think he usually serves me?" ask the woman.
"For the sake of goods" said Anta lying.
"Feeds? What pake? There's a car, though."
The woman pointed at Anan's car in the shop yard.
"Oh, Yanda, uh Om Anan was wearing an ojek" said Anta trying to lie.
"Oh, who are you guys, how am I just looking here?" ask the woman again more curious about the figure of Anta and the King.
"We are, ummm.we are his nephews" replied Anta.
"Nephew from where, I just know yes, Anan never told me the same story," he argued.
"Aunty Who is Om Anan?" asked the King to get upset.
"I, hehehehe, introduce my name Gina, her future boyfriend Anan who may soon be his future wife," he said smiling as he extended his hand to Anta and Raja.
"Didih, dream of the people" said the King.
"Ja" said Anta glancing at the King.
"I'm waiting for Anan to come, yes" said the woman.
"Duh, how is this, Om Anan came a long time, just mending home, then back again about two what three hours, yes!" pinta Anta with a voice began to rise this time.
"Hmmm.. long time also yes, later my makeup will fade fit Anan dateng," he murmured.
"Well, there's a fine line starting to appear, there's acne too, mending Brother care to be more youthful, Anta sure Sister is about 25 years old, huh?"
Anta tried to make the woman happy.
"Ah, the hell time? You know I'm that old," he said.
"Slave...!"
Anan unintentionally sneered at the woman from her hiding place.
"Duh, I'm sorry I farted," said the King trying to lie.
"Oh, what a slob this kid, whose kid the hell, his parents must be shy about his behavior."
Gina glanced at the King with a sharp look then the woman left.
"Lho, I can't see his reflection in this mirror," said the King, worriedly turning to look at the decorative mirror with a dragon motif attached to the shop wall.
"Oh, Ja, Brother can see the mother's back, really," said Anta.
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