The Village Flower Twins
Fikram's Stiffness

The Princess' return that afternoon was immediately greeted with five paper bags containing luxury bags arranged in the living room. The latest output that is not easy to get now has welcomed his return. Of course the middle-aged woman displayed the width of her neat white tooth row. There was also a man sitting there with a glowing face despite not smiling. The eyes glistened at the return of the mother.

"The ladder? This is all.." point the Princess to the difficulty of sipping her saliva.

"Yes, these are all gifts for Mamah for working on Ayuna for me." Without awkward again, the Princess ran to hug the child. Rangga's cheeks and forehead and nose are easy targets for the mother to kiss. All the men in the room looked down with laughter at the sight of their big boss being treated like a child by the mother.

"Well, it's mah. Enough do not make me ashamed." whispered Rangga slowly but ignored by the mama. The princess was ceaselessly kissing the child repeatedly until she turned to the expensive bag that spoiled her eyes.

Immeasurably happy that one child woman felt at this moment. One by one the bag he took out carefully and in his embrace. "If this mamah will not be lacking the spirit of Ayuna deketin. If necessary until you are halal. The important thing is the bigger the prize, well, Rangga?"

Hearing the request of the mama, Rangga also nodded resignedly. Perhaps the mama as a fellow woman who was much more understanding approached a fierce girl like Ayuna.

While Rangga's men now continue to supervise the movement of Ayuna who works for the last day at the cafe. Because he has decided to work with the Princess. At least the offer should not be wasted. There was a father who wanted him to be happy before it was too late. It is enough for the mother to leave without feeling happy living from the hard work of the child.

"Just come home, Yun?" ask Bu Renti. Ayuna's boarding mother who saw Ayuna come home at half-time ten in the evening.

"Yes, Mom. Oh yes, this is a martabak for mom and the others. At the meal, Mom. I'm gonna take a shower and take a break." Ayuna left Bu Renti smiling at her.

It is different with the situation in the village. Ayana had packed things in her room.

"Ayana, where are you going?" ask Fikram when he sees the child in the room put all the clothes and other items in the bag.

"I'm going to town, Dad. I suspect, lest Ayuna do something to make Rangga not come to this village again. Or maybe Ayuna is badmouthing your name with Rangga? This cannot be allowed. Rangga can't even find his address and mobile number from Mr. Kodir, Dad." Ayana told the father that she hoped to get support, but Fikram shook his head.

"Ayana, you have responsibilities here. Work you can not just leave." said Fikram advising the child.

"Dad why? How come Si Yuna's father is a believer? This is Yuna's job, Dad. Not my job. I have to go to the city to find Rangga. I'm sure she's not far from the city where I went to college." Ayana said so guiltlessly.

Fikram could not think with the mind of his first child. The older Ayana should be more mature than the younger sister. It's just upside down.

"No word back to town. Dad said you stay here working!" Ayana was so shocked when she suddenly heard the words of the father who shouted loudly.