
Thika, Aska and Agastya are already getting ready to go to dinner to their neighbor's house. Nisha can't come because there's a delivery schedule tonight.
Aska the eldest was studying in her room while waiting for her mother and sister to prepare. Aska herself has a face that is exactly like her father Abi. Highlight sharp eyes, a cold gaze and a little talk. In addition, he also inherited his father's intelligence, even he himself was labeled as a genius child because his intelligence had surpassed children his age.
While Agastya the youngest, she has the glare of her father's sharp eyes however, the rest of Thika's genes are more domineering. Her cheerful and sociable carrying. Unlike the twin who tends to be cold and indifferent.
Compared to Aska's sister he's not very smart or stupid but mediocre. However, one advantage is that his martial arts are above average. It was because Mahen taught them.
Mahen several times a year would go to see his sister and nephew. Then teach martial arts and some ways to protect yourself.
"Mommy is it still a long time?" Ask Aska who was tired of waiting for her mother and sister.
"Yes, we are ready!" Thika and Agastya.
They also walked towards the Sharma family home which only differed a few houses. Yes, the home of the Indian. When Thika just moved there, the Sharma family was always the one who helped them.
Ms. Sharma always invited them to visit her home because she was alone with her son. His son-in-law died of an illness.
Thika herself works at the SI company owned by the son of Sharma's mistress. As head of finance. The company works in property and interior design.
Soon the three of them arrived. "Namaste aunty ji." Thika said when they arrived. Mrs Sharma welcomed them with joy.
"Ahh, come on in!" Madame Sharma. Then they sat down at the dinner table.
"How are you guys doing?" Ask Miss Sharma.
"We're all good aunty ji." Answer Thika.
Before long, Mrs Sharma's son came and sat in one of the chairs. "You come too, let's eat the food." Ranveer.
At the dinner table there are several Indian foods, namely biryani rice, tikka masala and samosa. And some western cuisines are due to Aska and Agastya who are not particularly fond of some Indian dishes.
"Agastya, what about your karate match?" Ranveer asked looking at Agastya who was eating.
"Ahh, it hasn't started yet maybe next week I'll start playing." Answer Agastya.
"Then Aska, how was your lesson?" Ask Ranveer again. He himself is very difficult to get along with Aska, because he himself does not like to be approached.
"Lumayan." Answer the brief Aska.
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"Aunty ji, we're going home." Thika said to Madame Sharma.
"Wait Avanthi! Bring this, and.." Nonya Sharma handed me a bag filled with food. "Hey you! Take Avanthi home!" Shouted Madame Sharma to her son Ranveer.
Ranveer got up from the couch. "Ok mom!" The answer.
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On the way they were silent, there were only footsteps heard. Until they finally reached his house. Aska and Aga enter the house. "Thank you boss!" Thika told Ranveer.
"Can you just call me Ranveer?" Ask.
Thika shakes. "You however remain my superior." Answer Thika.
Ranveer sighed. "alright. Good night." Her speech. Then waltz away.
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On Ranveer's return from Thika's house. He was greeted by his suitable mother just now waiting for him at the door. "Hey, you rancid boy! Are you getting close to Avanti?" Ask.
Ranveer rolled his eyes lazily. "Why does mommy always betrothed me to her?" Back he asked.
"Isn't she nice and pretty? Mommy wants to have a daughter-in-law and a wife who can take care of you. Besides wouldn't mommy have two grandchildren if you married Avanthi?" Madame Sharma.
"Mom, how many times have I told you I don't want to get married! I still love my wife Usha!" Said Ranveer who already looked annoyed.
It is clear to Ms. Sharma that seeing her son who is still sad because of the loss of loved ones encourages her son to marry again. A little forgetting the past.
"Forget Usha, she's dead. And open a new leaf, see Avanti, isn't he perfect? Mommy just wants you to be happy, before mommy leaves you." Said Mrs Sharma.
"Mommy don't talk like that." Ranveer said, then clasped his mother's hand. "If that's what mommy wants, I'll try to open my heart to her." Say again.
Ranveer hugged his mother.
Seriate……