Ustad Or Alkash?
Childhood Andin Part ll

In a large and luxurious guest room. There is a discussion between mamah, papah, and a man who none of the mamah or papah mention his name. It looks so stiff.

But it's okay, you're still handsome. But can you present your smile a little more, for me? I want to see your dimples again. Ah, come on my handsome stiff.

"Well, who is he?"

Because I was very curious, I asked my mother in a whisper.

But unfortunately, my mother just smiled without intending to give me an answer to my question. Then Mamah rejoined Papah and also the man. They talked here and there about business. Several times they were made to laugh by little jokes. Waitaminute! Not them. But only my papah and mama can be heard laughing loudly.

What's wrong with this guy in front of me? Why did he bow his head down a few times? He looks a little shy. Very different from me who was always shy. Hehe.

Oh my god, until when should I sit here listening to them talk about minisets. I don't understand him at all.

What does miniset have to do with the company? Is it possible that they will set up another company specialized in miniset production? If so, what does this have to do with me and what is the point of me being here? Hid.

Not a stupid miniset! But TURNOVER. Turnover or income. They're talking about revenue in the company. You really suck, Ndin.

Who's calling me a fool, huh? I just pretend I don't know!

I often have my own dialogue in my heart. I don't know why, it makes me so entertained. And that, became my habit until this very moment.

"Ndin?"

"Andin...?"

"Andin Puspita Arga! The most beautiful papah boy in the world!"

Call Papah many times because I did not answer papah's call. And the fact is, I'm busy with my own daydream.

"Eh, why pah?"

Answer me a little surprised. And the man who was right in front of me, who was sitting with his head down, suddenly glanced at me with the tail of his eyes.

Oh my god, our eyes were clashing.

Aaaa her eyes are so beautiful. God, why did you make him that perfect?

"Father has often told you, do not get used to your bad habits that often daydream especially when in front of many people."

"Sorry pah."

That was all I could say to my beloved husband, at that moment. I know, papah looks angry. If there are no guests there, surely my beloved husband will punish me, as usual. This time maybe you should be a little grateful to the guest.

For a while, why did the man see me like that anyway. Why should such a stare be?! Like saying...

"That's a pity you little brother, I know that maybe your days aren't fun. I'm willing to be your brother if you want to."

What did you say?! I don't want to be your sister! If you're offering me to be the mother of your children, that's all I want! Hehe.

"Andin, you'll learn about business with him before you go to the pesantren."

Papah pointed towards the man who was still seen to remain down.

I've guessed...

"You're willing to learn business from him, aren't you, baby?" (bond mama)

Aaaa, of course with pleasure, mah.

"Just give it the same as Papah."

"Well, that's papah's daughter".

Pull your words! You only think of me as your daughter if I obey all your wishes, right?! Go away, because I don't need a figure like you!

......................

Private lessons on business business will run a few months to fill my vacation period. And tutoring will start today. Of course with the reason because papah does not want me to relax and laze during my vacation.

The private lesson soon began, I and my new private teacher aka my handsome stiff, already in the back garden seat of the Raharga Family home. Yes, of course because I chose to study in the park. Papah initially refused my request because most likely, I will not be serious and focused during the learning.

Again, this is thanks to my new private tutor. He who helped fulfill my desire to papah with the reason, namely...

"Some kids do love relaxed learning, sir. It is very helpful for children in learning to take place, especially children should not be on the bridle. It's okay Mr. Arga, private tutoring activities can be done anywhere according to your daughter's wishes."

Papah's face looks a little pias, probably because of an indirect satire that was thrown from the mouth of my new private teacher. I don't know why I felt that something was present that was soothing and made me suddenly feel protected.

Aaaa, you really are my helper angel. Allow me to hug you.

"Well, we start today's lesson huh, starting with the introduction of business business."

My private teacher explained charisma to me. Occasionally showed some papers he took out of his black bag containing pictures of business diagrams and descriptions.

I also watched carefully. Not with his explanation, but with the one who was explaining.

"Is there a question, or something you don't understand yet?" (ask my private teacher)

Do you have a boyfriend?

It would be impolite if I asked like that.

"Just ask."

"Who's your name? I don't even know your name yet. If I try to ask mama, she just always smiles annoyingly. I don't know what that means."

"Zidan Haq."

Ah, actually I don't care about your name, because whoever your name is I'll still call you my handsome stiff, haha.

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Today's first lesson is over, my new private tutor, leaving after the end of the day's lesson. I immediately headed to my luxurious room and picked up a towel and intended to carry out my routine ritual. A warm bath in the bathroom. It feels like I want to take off the fatigue that is in my head.

Ah, like this too, I have to be serious in accepting all the materials that my handsome stiff gave me. This is for the sake of my dignity as his student and of course as a preparation for the questions that will rain down on me from papah, later.

Soaking in the bathroom, is the best option to unwind, it is a fact. After the bath I will ask my mother for permission to go see Aunt Helen. Ah, I miss him so much.

I ended my soaking ritual, and immediately prepared to meet Aunt Helen. The person I always meet when I'm not in the mood at home.

"Andin wants to go to Aunt Helen's house, um, just for a second."

"Why baby, don't you like being home?"

"Ah not like that, mah. Andin just miss with Aunt Helen, it's been a long time Andin is not there." (i replied I grinned)

"Okay, baby, you'll say it to Papah. This time let the driver drive you, yeah." (say mamah)

"Aaaa no need to mah, Andin has ordered an ojek online."

"Bye, mama...Andin go first."

I said, without giving you a chance to answer me again. I immediately kissed the palm and right cheek of the mother, then ran to the front of the house to meet the online motorcycle taxi who had been waiting for her since.

"You are very independent, dear." (his murmur)

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The motorbike motorcycle that drove at medium speed finally stopped right in front of a house that was no less spacious and luxurious with my house. Of course after the security guard opened the gate without asking me. Because he knows who is coming. I also immediately paid the ojek by issuing five sheets of paper money with the picture of Ir. Sukarno and M. Hatta who both wear black peci.

"Sorry, this is too much, miss."

"Ah no, sir. I also gave five stars to my father. Think of it as a thank you for bringing me here."

"You're so kind, miss, may you always be happy."

The motorbike motorcycle drove away from me after thanking me and asking permission to continue his work.

"May your prayers be answered, sir." (my spirit)

At first glance looks Aunt Helen who is watering her plants. I immediately ran towards him with my heart and face beaming.

"Aunt Helen!"

I shouted excitedly. Aunt Helen looks a little surprised by my arrival.

"Andin baby, are you here? Are you having any more problems with your papah, son?"

Aunt Helen smiled and grabbed my tiny body for her.

"I miss you so much, Aunt Helen."

I also returned a warm hug from Aunt Helen.

"alright. Are your papah and mama okay?"

Aunt Helen let go of her embrace.

"Ah, ma'am is fine. But don't ask me about papah, because I don't care about him. Aunty knows, papah's a bitch."

"Dear, someday you'll know the real reason why your papah treats you like that, baby, believe me."

"Here you go, don't talk about it. I just want to meet and talk to my aunt."

"What?! You just want to meet aunty? You sure don't want to see Rossie, she's your friend, too."

"Ah that auntie kid makes me so dizzy. He's too chatty, so different from you."

"Is it aunt, you know? He's in school very whiny." (so I)

"Hahaha, he is indeed still very childish."

Aunt Helen answered my innocent expression with a crisp laugh. Suddenly, someone sounded. Me and Aunt Helen laughed together after knowing what was being talked about seemed to be all around them.

"Don't listen to her mom! Andin just made up stories. I'm not that cute, you son of a bitch! Get out of my house! Don't see my mom again!"

Me and Aunt Helen laughed again after hearing a booming growl from Rossie, Aunt Helen's son, my schoolmate.

SERIATE...

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