The Price of Sainthood
Surprised

Dante hurried to the room to exchange his bathrobe for a beloved casual outfit. Do not miss combing hair and wearing pomade, also spray expensive perfume pride.

When he felt that his appearance was perfect and did not look excessive, he immediately came out of the room. At first he looked tense because his heart was racing. However, as soon as he approached the kitchen, he began to try to be calm.

With a cold face as usual, the young man in a black polo shirt with knee-length jeans gave a medicine box to Niken who was sitting while compressing Alisha's forehead with a bag containing ice cubes.

"Now" he said in a half-bending position while thrusting. With such a position her distance with Alisha became very close. However, because Niken just looked at him with a frown in wonder without intending to accept, he decided to put the medicine box on the table. Still with a flat expression, he then dropped his body sitting on another sofa .

"Cok put it there?" niken Protest. "The hunt for the ointment continues to apply to the forehead of Alisha, Dante. Get the bruise!"

"Oh my goodness, Ma, just oleks ointment that doang. This kid can also be alone, times! What's the whole Dante thing, anyway?"

"Please no harm, Dante. The chunky!"

"No need, Auntie. Alisha can do it alone." Alisha suddenly nodded. Obviously he is not happy because it is the cause of these two mothers and children to argue.

"No pa-pa, Alisha. Sorry Auntie's son, yes. Dante is that guy. I like to talk rough with girls. But as her birth mother, Auntie knew she was real good."

Alisha only smiles rancidly in response to Niken's words, but another story with Dante.

"Ma!" sahut Dante doesn't like it. "This is Dante still here, loh Ma. It could be that people are in sight!" He snorted annoyed. But her mother laughed.

"Rather than ghibahin the man behind you."

Again Dante snorted. However, of course he only pretended to be upset in order to cover up happiness. He finally pretended to be forced to obey his mother's orders, but when he touched the lid of the medicine box, his hand suddenly stung.

"Let me alone, Auntie." Alisha intends to open the medicine box along with Dante who moves. As a result, their hands touched the same spot until accidental physical contact occurred.

The reflexes both fell silent and looked at each other. Both are fascinated to make them forget how to blink how. Until, the sound of Niken's dehumanization successfully disperse the link between the eyes and hands of both.

If Alisha hastily pulled her hand and lowered her head, Dante said thinly to cover the clumsy feeling.

"That's Ma! The man he can be alone."

Niken just shook her head trying to be patient while looking at her son who defected and then leaned back on the back of the sofa. The young man's face looked red, but his expression looked angry.

While being indifferent, Dante took his phone out of his pants pocket and started playing it. It is unethical for guests who visit their homes. But how else. They will continue to argue if Niken continues to rebuke him. As a result, the woman chose to ignore and focus on Alisha.

Only then did Niken realize that Alisha was looking down deeply with an unsettled expression. Could the girl be offended by her son's treatment? It is natural that it is so. Niken is really not feeling good about this one girl. I don't know what's so bad about Alisha that Dante hates her so much? So thought Niken.

"Let Aunt dab ya, son. Don't mind Dante's words." Niken spoke softly to Alisha while taking the ointment and applying it slowly. He glanced at Dante who was also glancing at him with a bitter expression. Then he rebuked his son with a sniff. "What look-look?"

"Snack." Niken grumbling. "Go there. Disturb the girls again in time."

"No. The guy I want is here."

Again Niken breathed a sigh of patience. He felt his son was very strange today. I don't know what because. He was lazy to think about it.

Refocused on Alisha, then Niken realized if he had not asked the purpose and purpose of the arrival of his guest for what.

"Alisha, Auntie seneng you want to play around here. This was the story on purpose, or just happened to stop by?" asked Niken politely to explore the information without the slightest intention of offending.

Alisha herself seemed to feel the same way. He also just remembered not to convey the purpose and purpose of the visit what.

"Anu, Aunt. Papa and I can trust Mama to make this cake. But Auntie–" Alisha pulled the box of cake on the table, opened the lid slowly, then showed the appearance of the cake with fear and shame. "Kuenya .. broken," he said, then bit his lower lip.

Niken frowned as she watched the cake. It did not escape Dante's supervision. For some reason, he did not want to see his mother upset or angry with Alisha. So he hurriedly sat up and explained to Niken.

"So it's really pretty, Ma. Just, yeah it is. Because he just rationed the cake into his own salto." Dante pointed at Alisha and looked at her mother full of earnestness.

Niken suddenly turned his eyes to Dante with a look like flabbergasted. Either right or wrong this time, but Dante is impressed to protect Alisha.

What kind of kid is this, anyway?

After settling down like that, Niken chuckled softly while taking over the cake from Alisha's hands. Seen by him if Dante breathes a sigh of relief. Although Dante's attitude just now seemed hidden.

"Yes, Dante. Mama believes that the design of this cake is very beautiful. This is my mother's favorite cake. Especially taste. Pueh. Delicious, really." Niken spoke in an exaggerated style. Making his son grimace with a astonished face. The woman then looked at a servant standing there, then gave an order. "Get me a cake knife with the cutlery, yeah."

"Good, Mom." The woman of about thirty years old immediately carried out her duties.

While waiting, Niken returns to Alisha and wants to wonder. Honestly, he felt that he had only met the girl once. So, how can the mother papa girl know her favorite cake? Who are Alisha's parents?

"So Alisha's not here alone?"

"No, Aunt. It was Papa here, but now Papa's talking to Robby in the living room." Alisha pointed in the direction that she thought it was the living room. That's actually a guest toilet. Dante who knew that could only massage his forehead while shaking faintly.

"Who is Papa Alisha?" Niken was a little surprised because it turned out that the girl knew Robby as well. However, the shock on his face increased a lot after hearing the name of the papa mentioned by Alisha.

"Papa Narendra, Aunt."

"Huh?"