FAITHFULLY YOURS (BSBB)
Chapter 8
...Chapter 8 | Faithfully Yours...
Several times I stopped by the apartment, I brought a number of important items and clothes. While there, I looked at the appearance in front of our large mirror. I wear a jumpsuit made of light blue denim and polish the face with simple makeup. I've had my bobbing hair that's been looking unkempt lately. My usual appearance is preserved, now it looks like a gembel.
Although the Bu Grace boutique is not too far away, it still takes an hour to get there because the crowded streets of Jakarta creep up. Before I arrived, I had to buy some sweet bread as a hand.
The not so far away journey finally brought me to a boutique staging Bella Donna Mode. European-style two-story square building with black and yellow lights highlighted brightly, making this building look luxurious. There are large glass windows on each floor and there are statues of female mannequins wearing elegant white brucat canal suits. The door rang a bell when it opened and there was a saleswoman guarding.
"Excuse me, I'm Mia. Grace's mom is there?" I'm being polite to the salesman.
"Oh, would you like to see Miss Grace, sister?" tanyakanya.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Okay, over here."
I asked to be delivered and we arrived at Grace's doorstep. The salesman knocked on the door a few times and a reply was heard inviting us in. Upon entering the room, I greeted the woman in a long-sleeved black canal dress and elegant beautiful evening makeup. He was sitting at his desk, writing something. For mature age, I guess about 45 years, Miss Grace is a beautiful and graceful woman.
Although there are tired wrinkles around the corners of the eyes, but the adult face still shows the remnants of her beauty in youth. Light brown hair on her back that blows in, looks to match her light skin. A white golden necklace with a dark blue colored stone coiled beautifully around her neck that already showed an aging streak.
"Night, Mom. I came to visit. I'm sorry about the road being quite crowded, '" I said. Ms. Grace smiled kindly and welcomed my arrival. He asked me to sit down and I offered the souvenirs I bought earlier. Ms. Grace asked me to call her 'Tante'.
"Eh, yes. What's your name? Aunty doesn't know yet" she asked.
"Mia, Auntie," I said shaking hands with him. It seemed like her mood was in good shape today, unlike the last time I met her.
"Your name is unique. Oh right, my son will be picking me up soon. We're gonna eat. You're coming too, yeah."
"Hm ... Maybe next time, Auntie. Then I'll just go straight, yeah, Auntie." I said, unwell, about to get out of the chair. Aunt Grace seems to be taking me seriously. He did not continue, entering someone into the room.
"Ma, the car came out of the smoke from earlier. Good to get here, pick up Mama. We boarded Go-" the man's words stopped when he saw me and was surprised, "Loh??" he said as if recognizing.
Oh, I remember. He's the Cashier. I pointed back at her to tell Aunt Grace, but the Cashier slowly closed his lips with his index finger, gesturing me not to tell her.
"It just so happens that you've come, Tam," Aunt Grace then introduces me to her son, and vice versa. Apparently, he's the son of someone who can be said to be quite. Why work at minimarket? Why does she not want her mother to know?
"Well, we're taking an online taxi, yeah," Aunt Grace told her son.
I offered to drive them in my car. Then, let us go with Mas Tama who drives.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. Here we can eat fresh seafood. Aunt Grace chose fish and Mas Tama chose big shrimp. Unexpectedly, they were foodies as well. Just know they're places that look like this paradise food.
I don't choose anything, just eat what they choose. Aunt Grace asked for advice and I said that the fish that was burned was delicious and delicious. Apparently, Auntie agreed with me too. We chatted for a while while waiting for the food to come.
Aunt Grace said she used to come here with her kids. Apparently, he had two children, one son and one daughter. That is, Ezra Giantama aka Mas Tama and Clarissa Cicilia, called Sisil. Mas Tama said that Sisil was studying in Bali. Mas Tama also added that his sister's name is somewhat girly, but in reality Sisil is a pretty tomboyish woman and very anti with the name of dress let alone high heels, he added. Tells this whole story, there is a strange and warming feeling that creeps in the heart. There was no awkwardness, like I was talking to my family.
Before long, our food arrived. We immediately ate the dish that was served right in front of us. Gurame fish that Aunt Grace chose to burn, while Mas Tama shrimp cooked with Padang sauce seasoning.
"Mia's taste is like an old man, yes. Loves saloon cars, loves grilled fish. Fortunately, his style is not like an old man," said Aunt Grace.
"Hahaha, yes, Auntie. I am a little old-fashioned when it comes to appetite. In my opinion, grilled fish is the most delicious because the flavor will soak in the meat of the fish. Since the fish here is fresh, it will definitely taste very good. Not to mention, sambelnya. Well," I said passion.
"Pinterr," said Mas Tama gave the shrimp he had been stripping for his mother.
This artful food suddenly made me think of Rara. What's he doing now? Has he eaten? Usually, if we are hungry, we will go out to eat together.
Haah, why am I thinking about it? The watch on my wrist showed at 21:45, we were done eating and I drove them home.
"We go home first, yes, Mia. Thank you for bringing us. See you later" said Aunt Grace as we arrived in front of her house.
Before getting out of the car, Mas Tama spoke to me. He confirmed that Aunt Grace had entered the house. "That's. Don't tell Mama, if I work at the minimarket, yes. It's both of us's secrets, okay?" said Mas Tama. "By the way, thanks for the luxury ride," he added, winking, then opening the door and getting out of the car.
"okay." Basic Mas Cashier.
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