Uta & Alber [EN]
18. Speechless

The Alber POV

"Excuse me aunt. Hello I am Alber, his friend Uta who just came here." I said hello to Mother of Uta. I saluted him by kissing his hands, just like Uta had crucified her mother earlier. Despite having 2nd grade High School children, he still looks young. His friendly face was radiated even though this was the first time I met him. Looks like this guy is a fun and positive vibes.

I can still catch her surprise, probably because it's the first time we've met. But the most surprised was definitely the chubby girl beside me. She was shocked because I was here. Maybe he thought I went straight home after he got out of my car.

"Oh yes, Alber. I also know Celine Mamahnya Uta. Thank you, for anterin Uta survived to the house. Didn't you ever tell her friends that she wanted to play at home??" Aunt Celine was friendly with me. He was a little protest wrapped in questions to the princess only wayangnya.

Understandably, mothers usually protest if their children do not say that their friends want to come to the house. Not what, the name Mothers want to prepare a lot of food to eat, if friends of friends of their children go home. If you can get the entire contents of the refrigerator out, the mothers are happy.

"This is what Uta said to be a new student at Z1 Mah, a co-worker of Uta's group." Trying to explain myself briefly to his Mom. Apparently he called his mother Mamah.

"Oh nak Alber anyway, the new student that Uta just said. Come in first, son Alber, Auntie made brownies. Monggo try first." Aunt Celine said kindly to me, without caring for her son who was still confused by this situation. His little curiosity began to be answered.

"Ah yes Aunty, permission to enter Aunty." My words agree to Aunt Celine's invitation. I looked at the girl beside me who was dumbfounded by what happened.

"Yes in deluan, Aunt ready brownies for a moment. Uta bring her friend inside, Mamah take brownies daft." Aunt Celine went about preparing the brownies, leaving me and Uta both in the courtyard.

Uta looked at me sharply as I turned towards the girl. I can catch the girl next to me almost popping horns because it's super pissed. Moreover, he must have seen my innocent face at all.

"Egem ... Ehem ... I just followed the word lo earlier. Said you earlier 'when to stop by Ber's house'. I keep thinking when? I guess now, that's Ta." I tried to defend myself. The girl sighed, trying to throw her frustration into the air, making me die holding a laugh. My face must remain serious, so that he will not be more upset with me.

He gave me a code to get me closer to him. I automatically brought myself closer to him, according to the direction of the code.

"Lo understand, if that was just a stale base." Whisper in my ear. My laughter almost broke because of her words.

"Ta don't forget I'm of Turkish blood, so it hasn't been an Indo-style base system." I turned my whisper back to Uta's ear. The girl immediately threw out a heavy breath while holding the area of her forehead, a sign of dizziness hearing my reasoning just now.

"Gue forgot he had Turkish. Hmh ... Welcome ... welcome to my house mister Alber." The sarcasm with a smiling face, but being annoyed half-dead at me, made me chuckle a little. I could no longer stop myself from laughing. I walked following the girl to her beautiful little house.

Of course that's just the most reasonable excuse I can make. I understand very well the stale word Uta means. I am indeed Turkish, but myself and my family have been Indonesian even since the generation of my great-grandfather.

Long before my great-grandfather had fallen in love with Indonesia and settled in this beautiful country, even had changed Indonesian citizenship. More precisely I am Indonesian from birth, but have Turkish ancestry. My form is indeed Turkish, but my soul and heart are Indonesian.

"Assalamualaik." I said as I walked into Uta's house. Don't forget I took off my shoes before entering the house, just like Uta did. One of the cultures in Indonesia as a sign of our respect when visiting people's homes.

"Waalaikumsalam, sit Ber." Uta let me sit at their dining table. I thought maybe Uta deliberately didn't tell me to sit on their living room couch, considering Aunt Celine was picking up some brownies she made for me. And sure enough, before long Aunt Celine came to arrive with a large tray.

Starting from one large plate of brownies that have been cut small. A bowl of medium size seafood fried noodles. Not to mention one flat plate full of various fried foods, to complement the fried noodles. A jar filled with crackers and a small glass jar filled with sambal, which he pulled from the end of the dining table in front of me. Not to forget he also included a small plate, spoon, regular fork, mini fork for brownies, even a pair of chopsticks for me to use to eat food.

"Ma ... Thanks Auntie." I arrived speechless with food in front of me. Didn't Aunt Celine just talk about brownies? Then why become a set of dishes like this? I got to dumb for a moment. How not, Uta and I had eaten a serving of goat bell, complete with rice before we came here.

Congratulations mister Alber the most Turkish. Bravo. Wkwkwkw.*those

I saw Uta looking at me while holding back a laugh. I'm sure the girl inwardly laughed at my speechless reaction.

"Mah Uta ride bertar ya Mah. I'm staying away Ber." Uta said to Aunt Celine as well as myself. He immediately looked up and laughed, leaving me down with just Aunt Celine. I'm sure, Uta has memorized her Mamah's habit of entertaining guests. Yeah, that's the most plausible reason why he almost laughed at my startled reaction.

"Break eaten Ber." Aunt Celine.

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