The He Is Abrisam (S1-S2)
Section 6

That Sunday the bed seemed more protective. I just want to lie down in the room. Just like Adira did. Since the end of the morning prayers until nine in the morning he was still behind the blanket while hugging the bolster and did not forget to scroll the instagram feed.

Holidays that come once a week are good to use for lazing. However, Adira's intention was dashed when she heard Dimas' voice from outside her room.

“Dira... called mama tuh! Being told to shower the same breakfast continues to mengantarin cake,” shouted Dimas.

The girl lowered the phone from the front of her face, “So I'm the one who intervened, Dira is lazy!"

“That was told it was lo ya. Even tell back. Dira will soon get angry mama!” Dira seemed to ignore the words of his brother. Dimas who did not hear his sister answer to switch to knocking on the door, “Dira out!”

“Huh, Brother Dimas recessed!” pick Dira up and open the blanket, then walk to the door.

He saw his brother standing in front of the door was neat and fragrant.

“Tumben is cute? Where are you going? Oops!” Dira quickly closed his mouth, “forget, Kak Dimas ‘kan singles where have a girlfriend.”

Dimas tidied up the jacket he was wearing, “do not be wrong single gini who ngantri much.”

“Ngantri sembako?” tanya Dira displayed an expression of no concern.

“Ngantri clean water!” chirps Dimas, “sana shower first. Girls at this hour haven't had a shower. Lo slob! Where there are guys who want.”

“There yes, but on me tolakin.”

“Sok beautiful right.”

“Dimas your sister has taken a shower yet?” asked Winda who shouted from the living room.

Adira and Adimas turned and listened to the mother's question.

“Mampus! OTW shower, Ma!” reply Adira joined in shouting, then entered and closed the door of his room without caring about Dimas.

Dimas shook his head to see his sister's behavior, “from earlier told hard."

"Time to walk.” The man left from the front of the brown door attached to the sticker of Adira's favorite ducks.

“This free, Ma?” ask Dira after finishing the shower and breakfast. Now it's time to do the job.

“Iya, that's aja.” Winda pulled out a scrap of tightness from his pants pocket, “you drove to Anna Fashion boutique. Not far from here. You ride a bike only.” The woman gave the paper she was holding earlier.

Adira read the paper containing the address. Then he nodded in understanding.

“Ya already, Dira departs yes, Ma.” The girl wearing the oversized sweatshirt and knee-length pants said goodbye, then kissed the back of Winda's hand.

“Yes, be careful bring the bike do not speed!”

“Any mother boss!” Dira salute, then take the cake box that is on the living room table, “ini later Dira get part ‘kan?”

When Winda wanted to answer him, Dira ran away. He knew Winda would lecture him again if his expression was like that.

Adira parked her bike in front of a boutique. He took out the address his mother gave him. Shake it first before going down.

The girl kept the paper back. Removing the bondstring in the box that he placed on the back seat of his bike.

Adira held her cake in front of her chest. A pair of her feet stepped up several stairs towards the boutique door.

“Excuse me.. Cake order for Bu Anna!” yelled Adira in front of the open door.

A lady in a Navi-coloured knee-length dress came out from inside the boutique.

“I'm looking for Anna's mother who mesen tart cake, Bu.”

“I happen to be on my own. Hand-cake Winda?”

Adira nodded, “bener, Mom. That's my mama's cake. Oh yes this is the order.” He gave the cake box to his order.

The boy came and made Adira surprised. Same with this new guy coming.

“Lo?” say them together.

“Ngapain lo here?” ask Adira quickly.

“Should I do why you are in my mama's boutique?” ask Abrisam.

“I-this store nyokap lo? Didn't you already die?” Adira asked stammeredly.

“I'm her stepmother, Sam. You guys know each other?” answer and ask Anna to interrupt the conversation of the two men.

Adira stared at Anna, “iya, aunt. Sam classmate Dira.”

“What is lo lo loy-liat?” dira asked sewot as Sam watched her.

“PD really lo.” Abrisam immediately stepped inside the boutique.

Adira is confused that she should go in or go home. However, hearing Anna call him again. Dira decided to enter.

“Wait a minute, Dira. Auntie make the tea first. Chat with Sam.”

Adira nodded and smiled at Anna.

“Sam chat with his friend!” Sam sat down, clearing his throat.

They sat facing each other while silent. Abrisam occasionally glanced at Dira, but Dira deliberately threw away his face.

Adira was still upset to see Sam. Though yesterday saw Sam in the street he wanted to scold him again. However, now his sense of prestige was greater than his curiosity.

“Lo still angry with me?” sam asked to open the conversation.

“Ngak!”

Abrisam swallowed his saliva when he got such a short answer.

“No, but the answer is very jutek.”

Suddenly the silence returned.

“Sorry,” says Sam made Adira turn her head.

Adira doesn't think Sam wants to apologize to her.

“Lo must be angry because I pushed yesterday ‘kan? I was not intentionally. Again, sorry.”

“Udah I'm sorryin. Next time don't be rough with women,” reply Adira.

“To be honest I have never been rough with women, but yesterday I was not on purpose. My mind is again confused. You came instead.”

“Means don't be reckless as a child. Not only is this the right school even join bawuran.”

“Kok lo even nyolot anyway?” asked Sam who did not accept the nagging from Dira.

Hearing Dira and Sam's tone some boutique clerks turned their heads.

“Gue the nasehatin lo be*o. Not thanks. I want you to be a good boy and my class can be viewed as good as the teachers.”

“Again, think to yourself. Good reputation and the view of the person is very important yes lo?”

“Oh yes obviously important dong. If you are viewed as good as people live you will be smooth.”

Sam leaned back on his chair, “for me so yourself it's more important. Imaging live on kayak artist aja.”

“Gue not imaging yes. I am like this. Mama taught me to be a good boy and not get into trouble out there.”

Sam looked the other way and pensively, “if you've done your best, but others still don't appreciate how?” sam muttered faintly Dira heard it.

“How-how?” tanya Dira moved her body slightly.

“Asik really talk, until it sounds loh to dalem.”

Abrisam did not answer Dira's question. The guy focused on Anna who came carrying the tray, then arranged one by one the plates and glasses to the table.

“Come, eaten and drunk cake first as tea.”

“Still, Aunt.” Adira smiles.

“Sama-sama Dira's. Aunt lives first. There are customers.”

Anna gave her call to the staff, then approached the customers who had just entered the boutique.

“This cake made by mama lo?” sam asked on the side to eat the chocolate tart.

Adira nodded, “will ‘right?”

“Enak, because it is made by mama lo. If you make it sure it is not good.”

Adira clenched one of her hands into the air, wanting to hit Abrisam. However, he broke it.