Love In The Dream Realm
Chapters. 35

The next day Citra woke up as the mother moved out of the room. Citra could sleep well last night after being accompanied by a mother who slept in her room.

The image then moves to sit collecting awareness while listening to the adhan reverberate. After that he took ablution and fulfilled his duty as a Muslim.

This morning Citra is very excited to welcome the day because there are parents at home. The image rushed to shower and changed into her school uniform. In her pigtails her long hair back as usual. The image then came out of the room and went to the kitchen to find the mother who was cooking.

"Mother, cook what?" ask Citra while going into the kitchen.

"Well, in the kitchen there is only rice and eggs. So you just cook fried rice and fried eggs. You don't want to shop for cooking, anyway!" said the mother while sprinkling instant seasoning fried rice on the rice perched on the pan.

"Citra was actually kost yesterday, Bun. So do not mind buying cooking ingredients," Citra said.

"Cost? why the boarding, Cit?" Mother momentarily stopped her activities and turned to stare towards Citra.

"Partycharm of loneliness, Bun. The image here itself has no theme. the image is afraid!" citra Untuk.

"From now on there will be aunty, Citra," said a voice from behind.

The smell of perfumes that smell. The image and mother simultaneously turned to the back. Mila walked closer to the kitchen with a smile. Her wet hair was still wrapped in a towel over her head.

"Tante Mila is not cold this early in the morning has a shower shampoo?" ask Citra.

"No, it's normal!" he said while filling the pot with water and boiling it on the stove. "Yes fried rice cooking, Ma'am?" he said as he glanced towards the mother's skillet.

"Yes, there's no cooking. Later let me shop first for cooking ingredients for your supplies," said the mother without taking her eyes off the frying pan in front of her.

"Not bother, Ma'am. Later if you need something I can invite Citra to shop together. Isn't that right, Cit?" said Mila while looking towards Citra.

"Yes, Auntie," Citra replied obediently.

"All right, whatever!" said mother.

Mila is seen opening the top shelf on the kitchen set and removing a box containing milk powder for pregnant women.

"Partner, what do you want Aunt to drink to make you?" ask him kindly.

"Green tea, Aunt. I don't like to drink milk!" mutilate.

"Okay, what do you want to drink?" ask Mila to mother Citra.

"No, I'll just drink water!" push mom.

Mila looked mangosteen without saying any more. He took three cups from the shelf. Then fill one glass with four tablespoons of milk powder pregnant women, one cup filled with sugar and tea bags have Citra, and another cup filled with black coffee powder.

Mila poured hot water on the three cups one by one. Then stir each cup with a teaspoon.

"It's tea for you, Citra. I hope the sugar is right, yeah!" he said while putting a cup of tea filled with hot tea for Citra on the dining table.

"Thank you, Auntie," Citra said, sliding the chair and sitting there.

"Together, Cit."

Mila then put the cup containing coffee on the tray and put it on the dining table. Meanwhile he came back by holding a cup filled with milk and sat down beside Citra. Mila started sipping the cup filled with milk a little by a little.

"Tante, can't pregnant women drink coffee?" tanya Citra who felt astonished because Mila also made a cup of coffee.

"Huh .. I don't drink coffee, Cit!" he said while stopping the milk drinking event and putting his cup on the table.

"Why make coffee too?" tanya Citra glanced at the coffee cup perched on the tray.

The image for a moment was glued to hear the words of Mila. Suddenly there was a feeling of dislike appearing towards Mila.

Great attention, same dad! he murmured in the heart.

The image stood up and took the tray with the cup containing the coffee. The image then came out of the kitchen and looked for the whereabouts of his father. Apparently his father was sitting on the porch of the house while enjoying the morning air.

"Well, this is my mom making coffee for me!" he lied while putting a cup of coffee on a small table between their seats.

"Oh, yes thank you, Cit."

"Thank you equally mother, do not be the same Citra," Citra said while staring in wonder at her father who had grown so absorbed this in the morning.

"Yes, I'll be grateful to you."

"Dad, where are you going to be neat in the morning?" search Image with sour face. Not usually his father woke up immediately to take a bath and dressed neatly as he was today.

"Haha ... The image of you just knowing that Dad wants to leave. I just want to visit RT sir's house to report about Mila who will live here. Afraid to be hunted by RT sir leaving for work!" father explained.

"Oh, where did you go last night? he said he was going to sleep, why did you sleep alone in the room last night?" I don't know why Citra is getting suspicious of both her father and Mila. She fears that behind her mother's back, her father has betrayed her and has an illicit relationship with Mila.

"Oh, that's ... Dad just took a short walk outside to get some wind" replied the father as he scratched the back of his head. "You better go to RT's house right now, Cit. You have breakfast first with mom and Mila!"

Dad got up from his seat and said goodbye without drinking his coffee.

The image takes the untouched cup of coffee, then throws the contents aside. After that, he went into the house.

While passing through the living room he saw Mila enter his room with a sour face while closing the door in a hurry.

The image did not take a headache and immediately returned to the kitchen to find the mother. The image then breakfast alone with the bundle.

"Mother, what is Aunt Mila's husband, what job?" ask Citra with a little whisper.

"Em, Mother also does not know. But he said he was now moved out of town so he could not bring him along" said the mother.

"If brother? aren't there any close relatives and relatives to cheat on?" whispered Citra again who was curious about Mila's background.

"He's an orphan, Cit. Since working with us, he has had no one. He is also his son is diligent and willing to help any work," said the mother.

The image becomes pity with Mila's background story. However, Citra's feelings are still alarmed by Mila's concern for her father. Maybe because he does not know their daily life at work, Citra still doubts the sincerity of Mila towards her family.

After breakfast Citra said goodbye to go to school to her mother. Citra kissed the back of her hand then rode her motorcycle and drove towards school.

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At the school Citra did not have time to confide in Amel because there was a presentation in the first lesson. All the children are busy with their duties. Until returning home from school Citra did not then rush home so that she could meet with her father and mother before returning to Surabaya.

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"Assalamu'alaikum!" said Citra when running towards the terrace of the house. He hurriedly took off his shoes and put them originally on the shoe rack beside the door, then rushed inside the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" replied Mila who had just appeared from behind the door of the room.

The image fixated on staring at Mila with great surprise. Mila came out of her parents' room, not from her own.

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