Dear High School Girl Om Duda
TIDINGS

"Is there anything else Friska can help you with, Ma'am?" Friska asked Ms. Ririn, one of the foster parents at the orphanage where Friska is currently living.

In the past, Friska often visited this orphanage with Mama and Papa when both Friska's parents were still there. Friska's parents are one of the donors. But after the case that befell both parents Friska until the accident took the lives of both, Friska never again visited this orphanage. And now Friska comes back here and hitchhikes to live here.

"You rest, Fris! It has been pacing back and forth too. Pity it if you're tired, "Mr Ririn's chin sniffed at Friska's belly which was beginning to look round.

"It's not nice that Friska takes a break, while Ms. Ririn is still busy in the kitchen" Friska replied looking for an excuse. Not long after, there was the sound of a horn from a pick-up car that used to deliver some basic materials donations from donors as well as for children in orphanages.

"Jiang!" A pick-up driver who walks into the kitchen.

"Jiang, Gus! Long time no see?" What did Miss Ririn say to the pick-up driver called Gus?

Agus?

"Disease, Ma'am! More events" replied Gus Gus earlier.

"Ck! I'm an important person!" Cibir Mbak Ririn on Nice.

"Whose crus, Ma'am? New foster kid?" Tanya Gus Gus continued while pointing towards Friska who was still busy weeding spinach to be cooked spinach clear vegetables for children's lunch.

"Yes!" Replied Mbak Ririn while chuckling.

"What a dong, Ma'am!"

"It's Friska! The daughter of one of the donors in this parlor as well. Now Friska is staying here and helping Ma'am" Ririn explained.

"Oh!"

"Hello, Ma! I'm Good!" The pick up driver introduced himself.

"Mr? I think you're older, why call me Ma'am?" Friska protest scowled.

"His mother is married, I am not. So call Ma'am be polite," answered Bagus as he joked and sniffed his chin towards Friska's stomach which could already indicate that Friska was pregnant.

"I look so old, don't I?" Friska asked as she pointed to her own face.

"More like a Junior High kid instead, Ma'am! She's married young, huh?" Guess good you know.

"Yes!" Answer Friska honestly.

"Where is her husband now? Stay here too?" Tanya Bagus next which immediately made Mbak Ririn nudge the young man's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Tanya Nice confused.

"Well, you get down there stuff! Not most of the ghibah!" Mbak Ririn's orders immediately made Nice scratch their heads.

"It's good to ask, Ma'am! Is there something wrong with the good question?" Tanya Nice confused.

"There! You've made this sad Friska!" Replied Ririn murmur grumbling.

"Yes, sorry! It's good not to know."

"Sorry, yes, Sister Friska! Good to get things down first." Say Good while retreating and returning to the front yard where the pick up is parked. The young man dropped off the items and took them to the kitchen.

"Udah, let Mbak continue. You rest, gih!" Brother Ririn once again told Friska. Ririn's mother took over the basin containing spinach from Friska's presence and continued Friska's work.

"Friska is a little sleepy, Ma'am! Friska took a nap, yeah! Later if there is more work Ma'am wakein Friska aja!" Friska's message to Ms. Ririn.

"Yes, Fris!"

"Oh, yes! Friska can use the phone for a while, Ma'am? Friska wants someone's phone," Friska's permission before she leaves the kitchen.

"Just wear it, Fris!" Reply Sister Ririn casually.

Friska simply nodded and continued out of the kitchen. Friska plans to call Sashi because it's been a month and Friska hasn't called her best friend yesterday and told her she's been living quietly in this orphanage without worrying about anyone she will separate herself from her two babies.

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Sashi came down from the angkot and lunged at the drizzle that came down to the earth, as the girl's phone rang loudly.

"Who, huh?" Sashi murmured at the row of foreign numbers now on his phone.

Sashi did not wait to get home and received the call because it might be his customer bed or an important phone.

"Hello!" Sapa Sashi be careful.

"Sashi!"

The voice on the other end of the phone instantly made Sashi stop his steps.

"Friska!" Pekik Sashi girang's.

"Yes, it's me, Shi! How are you doing?"

"Okay, Fris! How about yourself? Everything's fine, right? Why the new phone?" Cecar Sashi immediately asked a lot of questions.

"Good news. Sorry I just got ngabarin. A month ago I was sick."

"Huh, what pain? It's healthy now, right? Both pound me how? It's healthy too, right?" Ask Sashi again bertubi who of course immediately worried to hear the news Friska who said back and forth sick.

Is Friska thinking a lot?

"Yes, I'm healthy now and I'm fine too!"

"Oh, yes, Fris! By the way, Briel's already-" Sashi hasn't finished talking and told Friska about freedom, Om Briel, when a passerby accidentally nudges Sashi's shoulder and makes a phone stuck in the ear of the girl falls and is thrown onto the asphalt.

"Sorry, Ma'am!" The person was just about to get Sashi's phone when suddenly a car passed quickly and....

Cracks!!

"Mobile!" Sashi froze in place, watching his beloved phone that was actually cracked here and there crushed the car and destroyed.

It wasn't the phone that Sashi cried. But Friska's number that Sashi hasn't saved and Sashi hasn't told Friska about Om Briel who's free.

How'this?

"Sorry, Mother! I was not intentional."

"I changed the new phone, huh?" The man who had caused Sashi's phone to fall and run over the car. But Sashi just sits limp because now he really does not know where to find Friska anymore because the only clue has been run over by the car.

"Mom!"

"I don't need a new phone, Mom! I need my friend's number who called me and I haven't saved it yet!" Sashi is angry at the foreign man who is now scratching his head.

Uh, but it's handsome as well.

"Trus I should how, Ma'am?" Asked the man staring confusedly at Sashi.

"Buy me a new phone! He said he was gonna change?" Sashi shows his phone that has been crushed to the ground by the car.

"Yes, I'll change my phone, ma'am! I'm so sorry, yeah!" Say that guy again.

"You guys need the gold number, can you?" Ringis Sashi is not angry.

"Can. Where's the house?" Ask the guy?

"There! House number seven," Sashi shows the house to the stranger.

"Oh. If I go in front of his house. The long colorful ones."

"My name is Noval" said the man who introduced himself.

"Sashi" replied Sashi, grimacing and batting.

"There's a new beat!"

Uh, but what about Friska's number? Hicks!

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Gabriel was still trying to close his eyes and did not stop staring at the pillow where Friska used to sleep. Right next to him. Gabriel's hand also rubbed the pillow while imagining Friska lying there, closing her eyes and Gabriel would rub against her.

"Where are you, Fris? Go home," Gabriel muttered with tears, along with the door of the room being knocked from the outside.

"Battle!" Call Queena from outside the room.

Gabriel rushed up and wiped away the clear grain in his eye patch, then the man opened the door of the room.

"What's up, Queen?" Gabriel asked looking at Queena who looked just as sad.

"Mami's phone continues to sound," Queena reported while thrusting Friska's phone left on Gabriel.

Gabriel immediately took the daughter into the room and they both sat on the edge of the bed.

"It looks like a lot of order bed linen, Pi! Trus was queena also fad open social media mami. It turns out that all this time the promoin cake Oma until the bestselling sweet Mami Friska," long Queena story that immediately made Gabriel open the chat application on Friska's phone. True said Queena, there are rows of chat from people who want to order bed linen. Friska's sustenance is indeed extraordinary and does not seem to stop flowing through the bed linen and cake orders that Friska promotes.

"You're balesin chat's order bed linen, can you?" Ask Gabriel to Queen.

"Where's the stock check?" Queena asked confusedly.

"Here, open the WAG sheet. There was an update every day," Gabriel taught Queena and the daughter immediately nodded in understanding.

"Mami Fris won't be mad, Pi?" Queena asked worried that her finger was still actively replying to messages from Friska's customers.

"No! Let the papi say it."

"Tomorrow we make pamphlets and flyers about your mom, yeah! May your mother be found quickly and mussle with us again," said Gabriel, embracing Queena who only nodded in agreement.

Queena also misses mommy very much.

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Tuh, that nyariin Friska.

Turns out together Nice, her cousin Sister Melody 😆😆

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