Ustad Or Alkash?
Morning In The Same Sky

"Good morning, young master."

Greet Secretary Chan while putting a glass of milk on the table.

"You just sit here."

Secretary Chan sat on the balcony of the hotel, accompanying Ziban Alkash. No. gabe. This time not on the same ground, the place of someone who made her go mad like that. This time, he had actually chosen to decide the distance to ease a sense that no one else was able to understand.

"Bang Zidan must be very happy, huh?"

"I don't think so, sir."

"Are there any unhappy brides?"

Secretary Chan didn't respond, this time. Besides he doesn't know much about married life, it seems he is not too interested in thinking about it. So, silence, is probably the most appropriate choice.

"You, will?"

Ziban Alkash raised his milk glass to gulp it down. Secretary Chan shook his head as quickly as possible. I don't like all kinds of milk.

"Sorry young master, you know, that I don't like all kinds of milk."

Ziban enjoyed his drink. Then he put back the remaining half glass of milk while nodding.

"I'm sure one day you'll like it."

"It won't be possible, young master. My dislike for milk since I was a child. And it will happen at any time."

"What do you know about milk?"

"All I know is that milk, it doesn't taste good sir."

"Of all the milk in the world, whether pure or mixed, is there nothing you want to taste?"

"Nothing, young master. Whether it's pure, or not, I'm not interested at all."

Ziban looked at the ignorant Secretary Chan. Secretary Chan did not understand it at all. He was always serious under any circumstances.

"What would you do if you liked one of these types of milk one day?"

"You mean, sir?"

"It's just like this. If one day, you like one type of milk, you will choose to go on a date with the Romlah or be a clown and watched by the audience? Yes, count as punishment for breaking your own words."

Secretary Chan shuddered in horror at hearing Romlah mentioned. Romlah is a woman who is always on the streets of the city. And he always tugged at Secretary Chan's suit, when he accidentally met her. Actually Secretary Chan could have immediately kicked anyone who dared to harass him. But beyond belief, it was a joke for Ziban. In fact, sometimes Ziban deliberately told to pass through the streets just to laugh at him. Of course, Secretary Chan could do nothing.

"Aren't there any other options, sir?"

"No."

"Just be stupid."

I'll wait for that day, Secretary Chan.

Ziban smiled wickedly at him. Secretary Chan recorded his promise without understanding it. For him, a promise is a debt that must be paid, even with his own life.

While at the dining table is very spacious and luxurious, looks Kumala, Arga, and Andin who are having breakfast together. There was stiffness between them. I don't know what makes Kumala, who usually always pays attention to her daughter, this time just keep quiet. Andin began to notice.

"Mom, why shut up, ma'am?"

Kumala drank the fresh orange juice that accompanied her breakfast.

"Every night, hemm.." (say Kumala hesitated)

Arga stopped his breakfast spoon feed. Seeing Kumala suspicious of Kumala's hope of not talking about her conversation with Arga last night, to Andin.

"You can sleep all night, son?" (chap Kumala at the end)

"Why not? Even I slept really well, mah."

Andin's reply was as relaxed as possible, making Kumala feel relieved. At least, he was thinking that his only daughter, his favorite daughter, had become a real woman.

"Why hasn't Zidan come down and had breakfast?" (ask Arga)

Andin just put his shoulder around and continued to eat his breakfast enjoying it.

"So I saw, he was still fast asleep on the couch. I thought, she's still sleepy, so I let her."

"Sleep on the couch?" (kumala said he did not believe it)

Arga was still silent, while waiting for Andin's next explanation.

"He'eh."

"When did Zidan sleep on the couch?"

"Yes, since night, mah. Since when else."

"Andin, honey?!"

"What the hell is it, mah? What's the problem. I asked her to sleep on the sofa, and she didn't mind. Then, where's the problem?"

"Actually, Andin is coming the moon."

Suddenly, Zidan's voice was clear. It made Kumala, Arga, and Andin realize his arrival at the dinner table.

Oh, my God, that's really embarrassing. Why should he say it.

"But, isn't it time you got the moon, baby?" (chap Kumala)

"Already, already. Don't get used to talking too much at the dinner table. Zidan, come on, have breakfast." (say Arga made everything go silent)

After a while had passed, everyone had finished their breakfast. And as he was about to get away from the dining table, suddenly a middle-aged servant came in with a bit of frenzy about to deliver a message.

"Sorry to disturb your breakfast, ladies and gentlemen. In front is Miss Helen and also Non Rossie."

"Auntie Helen and Rossie?!" (say Andin sparkles)

"You don't need to ask permission for their arrival. The door is always wide open for them. Next time, don't ask permission, will you?" (soft Kumala pronunciation)

A middle-aged servant, nodded in understanding. He immediately asked permission to invite the two guests to go inside immediately.

"All right, now we're all going to the main room. We'll have a casual chat there." (say Arga)

All nodded except Zidan. Zidan Haq is the one who looks the most not okay. His face was deathly pale, because of something like this, to his surprise. Kumala and Arga must have thought that Zidan had talked everything over to Helen, Rossie, and especially Andin. To call Andin to Helen, both of Andin's parents understood him. Maybe Andin was indeed used to that familiar call. In fact, what actually happened was that Andin did not know anything. How unfortunate.

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In the morning sun, sneak into a small room through a bamboo window on a parallel nail. A woman ties up the curtains of the party cloth she put up to keep the night wind from getting into too much at night. Then he looked at his daughter who was soon seven years old.

"Wake up Elle, shall we have breakfast?"

The little girl looked her pretty eyes a few times.

"Mom's cooking, Mom?"

"Mommy's been cooking rice, dong. This morning, we have breakfast with soy sauce, son?"

"Asiiikk, Elle ate soy sauce."

The little girl looked excited and woke up from her sleep, then she danced on a small bed with a mattress that had been slightly hardened, it will certainly make anyone feel uncomfortable to sleep on a mattress like that, except for the little girl and the woman, who are used to it.

As for the woman, turning her face away from her little daughter. Dropped a round of clear water on his eye patch. Remembering his days, who always fed his daughter like no other. What he often does, is make a gravy with water, salt, a little sugar, and a little flavor without vegetables or even meat that he obviously can not afford.

Suddenly, someone called his name repeatedly. He understands his voice. He immediately wiped his tears using the back of his hand.

"Elle, honey, you wait here for a second, okay?"

The little girl nodded then laid her tiny body on her bed again. Without lingering, the woman just got to the front, of course because it was her very small house that made her quickly get to the front.

"Zulfia, are you here? What's up?"

"I can come in? There's something important I need to talk to you about."

SERIATE...

Sorry for just getting up after so many days, of course because of the pain that (does not) heal, hehe. But it's better now, really. Stay safe, stay healthy, if you can, stay with me. In this story, hehehe means. Thank you for always staying and supporting , God with you💛