
"Thank you very much, ma'am" said Tia as she reached for the Princess' hand.
"Tama-sama, Tia. Where are you going now?" ask the woman. The woman who was looking after the Princess, when Tia went to look for her husband this afternoon.
"Eitherway. Maybe I can stay at my foster father's residence for a while," Tia replied with a sad face.
"Really, Mom? We're going to Opa's?" The princess seemed to have heard Tia's words just now.
"Yes, son." Tia smiled then rubbed the top of the Princess' head which was now beside her.
"Ehm, it looks like I should be right away. Fear of being dark, Mom," continued Tia while watching the sky that had begun to darken above her head.
"Alright, Tia. Be careful on the road, yeah."
***
On travel.
"Mom!" The princess slowly pulled Tia's index finger which had been in her grasp since.
Tia looked over while smiling wryly. "Yes, son?"
"I'm tired, Mom. My leg hurts!" complacent Princess with a pouting face. "Say Mommy we're going to Opa's soon, but why are we even muters here, Mom? The princess is hungry too. Since then the Princess' stomach sounds continuously," he continued with teary eyes.
Tia's heart was sliced to hear the complaints of the Princess. Actually lying about his desire to stay at Mr. Malik's residence. Let alone the curse of hitchhiking there, even showing a face, he could not.
Tia crouched down in front of the Princess then gently stroked both Princess cheeks. "Actually Mommy's embarrassed to meet Opa, Put. Mommy is embarrassed to have taken Oma's boutique and Mommy is sure, Opa must be upset with Mommy," said Tia.
"No way, Mom! Opa won't be angry. Opa is a good person, Opa will definitely forgive Mommy," said the Princess as she shook her head.
The huft! Tia let out a heavy breath and lowered her head staring at the ground.
Tia grabbed Tia's bowed face then stared fixedly at Tia. "Mom, we're going to Opa's house, yuk! Princess kangen Opa," he persuaded.
Tia looked into the beads belonging to the Princess. No matter how embarrassed he was to Mr. Malik at that time, he disappeared immediately. Inevitably, Tia had to put aside her feelings for the sake of the Princess, the only daughter of her puppet.
"Alright, we're going to Opa's house now."
"Good, Mom!" the princess answered with great enthusiasm.
Meanwhile on the other corner of the road.
"It's okay, Miss. We just look for it until the fried rice mamang meet," said Mr. Kosim while chuckling slowly.
Slowly Arini glanced at Mr. Malik who was sitting next to her with a very calm face. When Arini glanced, Mr. Malik also reflexively turned his head.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"It's okay. Let's just search until we can." Mr. Malik smiled then gently stroked Arini's hair.
Vcw
Arini smiled then again eagerly looked at every street corner to find the figure of mamang fried rice seller subscription while still living in rented.
For some reason, suddenly Arini misses the fried rice made by mamang. Usually the middle-aged man pushed his fried rice cart around the place, but until now he had not found it.
"Where, huh?" muttered Arini again.
Arini was still watching every side of the road and suddenly her eyes stopped on the figure of the woman she was once familiar with. He reflexively told Mr. Malik that he saw Tia and the Princess walking on the side of the road with a matted face.
"Mas! Look, isn't that Tia and the Princess?" Arini pointed to one of the street corners and right, there seemed Tia and Putri were walking on the side of the road.
Mr. Malik turned his head in the direction pointed by Arini. He was no less surprised when he saw his late wife's adopted son was there.
"What's Tia doing in a place like this?" muttered Mr. Malik.
"We'd better get to them, Mas" Arini persuaded.
Mr. Malik turned his face away and now returned to his original position with a straight forward look. "Why the more I got here, the more I was lazy to meet him. Tia will never change as long as Toni is behind him" Malik said.
Arini was silent for a moment then looked again towards Tia and the Princess. The facial expressions of the two made Arini's heart move. What else is the face of the Princess who looks pale from exhaustion. Since then, the boy had to walk while enduring hunger.
"I think something's wrong with them, Mom. We'd better meet them. If Mas doesn't want to talk to him, let me talk later."
Mr. Malik took a deep breath. "alright. Mr. Kosim, we turn around."
"Good, Sir."
Mr. Kosim turned the car around and then pulled it not far from the Princess and Tia was.
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