Although Not Perfect
Exchanging

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I take my groceries to my room, I plan to pack them up and give them to my mom's birthday next week.

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After changing my clothes, I sat on the bed and took my shopping package.

"Eh ... This is the package!!" my germs.

"Astagfirullah.I took the paper bag wrong.." I patted my own forehead for being careless.

This is because of the same store, and it happens that the size of the shopping bag is exactly the same.

Soon I took a cell phone, hoping Reza was still at her mother's house.

I don't have Reza's mas number, I finally called Tasya's number.

But a few times I called, there was no answer.

"Hhh.. where the hell is the child, must still be busy with mas Adit deh..."

I turned to the side and saw the silver color paper bag, my curiosity arose, because earlier Reza diverted the conversation when I asked him...

I slowly opened it, I took the box..

“Apaan today!!" my mum when I turned the box back.

When I turned that thing back, the picture was plastered, a stylish brown leather bule guy with no shirt. Instantly it was thrown because I was surprised.

Holy jeez!! ****** ***** yes...!!

Pantes feels foreign, so far the inhabitants of this house are three single women, so I was never familiar with this kind of thing.

It turns out that the shopping Reza user*******, anyway, I asked him about the reply directly.

Yes, I put that thing back in the paper bag …

Feeling tired, I yawned several times because I was sleepy.

After clearing the items straight into the bed, as usual when it felt heavy, my eyes quickly closed and fell asleep.

From a small is famous for easy sleep, new pillow nempel directly janger no matter the place and time.

That's what makes you often worry if I go alone.

Drrr.tt....

Shaking the phone woke me from a dream, I stretched out my hand and fumbled about it and lifted it. It feels like my life has not been collected completely, maybe some are still drifting along with the dream..

"Hello.assalamualaikum.."who has not seen the phone, because these eyes are still heavy to open.

“Waalaikum greetings!! Amel...kok lo dinggalin me anyway!! I have to go home with Adit!!” a girl's voice sounded upset.

"Hmmm...who is this..?"I said as I yawned and was not fully conscious.

"Woooi Amel...ni Tasya, did you fall asleep?? Scrap wake!!"

"OoohTasya .. said your sister ma yes, the CD was still in my place.." said I still with a lazy tone.

"What does that mean, Mel? my sister? What's the CD?"

"Oahem..astaga, Zachary!! your sister is Reza, what's wrong!!" I began to rent because I disturbed my sleep.

"Trus you mean what CD?!!"Tasya replied to him because I snapped.

“Ck ****** ******* Reza is still in my room Tasya..."my eyes still can't open.

"What??****** *****?? Astaghfirullah, Amel..?!?"

Then I fell back closed, enjoying a dream that was interrupted because of my centile friend.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes and gulped my body it was relaxing all over my nerves. This is called God's grace, can sleep comfortably many people who are insomnia because of their respective problems, but it does not apply to me.

I walked out of the room and I saw Mom cooking. I approached her and hugged her.

"Eeeh...son virgin mother has been awake already praying has not non??"say mom while cooking something.

"Again dapet bundooo.bau his cooking fragrant times .. "my heart when I see what mom is working on.

"Once in a while help cook dong Mel, later if you have a family, your husband and child want to be given to eat what if you can not cook.hmm?!?" omael mother to me.

"Amel wants to find the soul mate of a chef yes ma'am." I said grin.

"Why don't you remember the last time I cooked?”sayaku later

As if I played back the tragedy I cooked when mom wasn't feeling well. I searched for recipes through the internet that all know, because many ingredients and spices are not suitable, I finally used potluck. As a result, I had to take her to the clinic for diarrhea. My cooking taste? Of course it is not clear.ha.ha..

Mom just shakes her head.

"Well, take a shower, it's late afternoon! I think you should be more solemn in praying, so that your soul mate will accept this mother's daughter with what it is, Mel.."grunts mother.

I pinched the cheeks of my dear mother, and then I took the flour fried squid before passing it to the bathroom.

The original Javanese mother, always reminded that my nature as a woman who finally married must be able to cook, macak and manak.

I thought all women could do it by themselves when it was time to have a family, but could I ?? I'm not sure especially mom...

That night felt lonely, especially mother still did not come home from Bu Dian's house, delivering stitches. If you only drive for half an hour, you'll be back home. But my mother's basic chatter, I looked at the clock on the wall at almost nine in the evening, which means it's been an hour and not yet back.

Where my quot runs out, want to chat Tasya aja can not, want to buy quota in front of the motorbike brought by mom, want to walk again males really. As a result, I can only snack while watching comedy on TV.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car in front of the house.

Then someone knocked on the door and called my name.

"Assalamualaikum Ameeel.." The centile voice I immediately knew.

Tasia?

Why do malem-malem play here, do you want to nginep ??

Or maybe he wants to go berserk because I left him earlier..?

I who have been in front of the television, immediately get out of the chair.

Still with a snack in my hand, I intend to invite him to chat first on the terrace.

"Waalaikum hail Tasya.." My smile expands.

"Here break, sit down! mama's gonna see you..." Tasya pulled my arm and went back inside the house.

"Eh.. Auntie is here too? put me on a change of clothes first, I'm ashamed of my gini.." I said I was embarrassed because of my appearance.

I saw my own appearance, babydoll suit and hair smeared with careless..

"Halaah.not important!! Mama..ini there is a person. "sahut Tasya while forcing me to sit sweetly in front of him.

"What the hell is it?"I was still curious about his strange attitude.

"Ssttt..."Tasya put her index finger in her lips, telling me to shut up.

Then came Aunt Nina, her mother Tasya who slowly approached with a gloomy face.

He sat down next to me, while Tasya sat in front of me with a serious face.

"Amel.tante is sorry, because Reza is so guilty of you.." aunt Nina looked at me with a guilty look.

I haven't been able to digest Aunt Nina's words. I get Tasya just nods, getting me confused.