Missing In The Heart
Chapters 102. Cheesecakes.

Two round eyes with lentic eyelashes look focused on a glass display case in which lined with various types of cakes. His small body half bent with both feet moving stepped shifting his body to the side to see one by one of each type of cake. While his mouth did not stop asking the type and taste of each type he saw.

"What is this feeling, brother?" Ask for the umpteenth time. Designate one of the white and brown cream-coated cakes with a brownish-black powder studded on its surface.

"That's the Tiramisu cake deck. There's a smell of coffee."

"The coffee taste is strong isn't sis?"

"Depends deck. Coffee lovers will love it."

The girl frowned for a moment like she was thinking of something. Then she moved her body back to the side. Look at the cake next to him. A box of cake covered in yellowish cream with slices of fruit pieces on top.

"This yellow one, lemon cake huh brother?"

"That's mixfruit cake, mango flavor." The shop service replied trying to smile kindly.

"Ash not brother?"

The shopkeeper sighed. "Just the smell is strong on the deck, but it's sweet because there's a caramel cream."

"The caramel? The calories are high. Must be this anti-baking diet woman." The girl shook her head, as if talking to her own mind. Her net then glanced at the cake next to her again.

"That's BlackForest." The waiter said before the girl asked.

"Ah, if this one I know brother. Risya's sister likes to make Risya cake like this at home."

"So want this deck?"

"Ah, no. Risya used to eat this. Too ordinary." His chuckling made the look of the servant grow sour.

Back the girl shifted her body further to the side again.

"That's rainbow cake deck." The servant again precedes.

"Yeah... It's rainbow that's the color." Said the girl then glanced at the row of cakes that were in the bottom row. "Well, if this one's red velvet, right? Good not brother?"

"Enak. Everything here is good on deck."

"How much sugar?"

"???" The shopkeeper gaped and stared at the confused girl.

"Double mbak, don't horror it's his face." Said the girl giggling.

The waiter massaged his chest slowly, trying to be patient. "So you want the red velvet?"

The young girl shook her head, again highlighting the cake that was in the third row.

"This one?" Pondan-clad cake in pink.

"That's madeline rose."

"What feeling? What's the taste of roses?" The crowd chuckled then stepped past him and pointed back at the pink cake next to him.

"This one?"

"That's Pink Lemonade. Want this one?"

The girl nodded again the umpteenth time.

The shopkeeper let out a rough sigh. It was clear that the look of annoyance from the shopkeeper in his service, the article had been almost 30 minutes long the little girl stood before him and asked almost of the entire cake in the storefront. The waiter's mouth felt like it was foamy from an overdose of talking to the strange girl.

Since the girl still had not made a choice, the shopkeeper turned to serving a middle-aged woman who had just walked into the cake shop.

The middle-aged woman who looked still very fresh and beautiful was standing right beside the young girl earlier, and directly pointed at the cheesecake before her.

"Mh...Aunty used to buy cakes here?" Ask the girl who was unceremoniously stale. "The cheeseecake is delicious?" Its effects.

The middle-aged woman turned her head and smiled. "Enak. Auntie kids love to eat this cake."

"What aunt's son? Mm.. If you want to give cake to a beautiful and slim woman who is sick good cake which?"

"What does she like?"

The girl scratched her temple with her frowns on each other. "I don't know, aunt."

"Try the cheesecake. How's it? It's not too sweet."

The girl nodded. "Yes. Just one cheesecake. Wrapped up neatly well. Plastic is not a tangle, because what people want to love is beautiful." His words made the shopkeeper between wanting to get angry and laughing. Almost the entire cake was asked about the taste and composition, but finally the choice fell on cheesecake which was not glimpsed at all. Can the waiter curse and curse at the girl?

The maid could only sigh in relief watching the girl pass from before her and approach the checkout table with the middle-aged woman.

"Who's cake for aunty to know?"

"Make the most beautiful sister in the world after Risya." His reply made the middle-aged woman refrain from laughing. Both of them are now in front of the cashier's desk.

The girl removed the long bag containing the violin from her shoulder, placed it on the floor then grabbed her backpack forward and looked for the whereabouts of her purse. But he found no wallet in there.

"Tante first." She shifted her body to the side and let the middle-aged woman pay first.

Long time ransacking the contents of his backpack, the young girl then ran to check the floor where she had long circled there.

The middle-aged woman smiled broadly at the cute behavior of the girl. He took out a card and gave it to the cashier. "The same as that too." Pointing to the girl's package of cake.

The young girl returned to the cashier table with a look of regret. "Sorry, it looks like Risya's wallet is missing. If you don't buy papa, right?"

"Samely..!" The middle-aged woman handed him a box of cake that had been neatly wrapped.

"Aunty who paid?"

"The same with aunt."

"Duh, so ngerepotin nih... So ashamed."

"Sir papa. So where are you going from here?" Asked the middle-aged woman while walking hand in hand with the girl out of the cake shop.

"Plan to go to Central Medika Hospital. But it looks like Risya is waiting for Risya's sister's invitation first. Risya doesn't have to go to the hospital."

"It just so happens that aunty is going there too. Come with aunt."

"Doble ngerepotin. Risya not good."

"Sir papa. Come onl. That's aunt's car." Pulling the girl's arm along with her.

The middle-aged woman got into the car first in the rear passenger seat, then was overtaken by Risya, but the violin hanging on her back was stuck in the frame of the car door, holding her back to get into the car.

"AWWS.. Who is Risya's son?" He turned around to rebuke the person he thought was holding his body. A second later, he was embarrassed. The girl then opened her violin bag and entered sitting next to the middle-aged woman who was now giggling at the girl's absurd behavior.

The car was driving among the crowded vehicles on the highway on the morning of that sunny Sunday.

"Can you play the violin?" The middle-aged woman asked looking at the girl's violin bag.

"Lately learned aunt. I just got home from violin lessons. Previously Risya could only play the piano with Harpa."

"Piano and Harp? Whoa, great."

"Thank you aunt." He smiled back, holding his cheesecake. While his bag and violin were put under his feet.

The two women across generations were finally involved in exciting conversations until they unknowingly reached the hospital courtyard. The two then descend through the door beside each other. The middle-aged woman helped the young girl carry her cheesecake while she was wearing two bags.

"Where is the room of the man you want to besuk?"

"Risya doesn't know auntie either. This just wanted to chat Risya's sister. Maybe he's already inside. Uh, auntie go first."

"Don't my aunt live?"

"Grandpa aunty. Nobody's gonna kidnap Risya here either." His words were accompanied by ruckus.

The middle-aged woman smiled, rubbed a glance at Risya's back then stepped towards the elevator. While Risya chose to sit on the sofa in the hospital lobby while waiting for a reply chat from Rey. Long wait, Risya dabbled in calling Bryan's number. And it turned out to be directly connected to the second ring.

"Rissya???" Said it at the end of there.

"Hello, Brother Bry....in the Indo?"

"Yes.where are you?"

"Risya's in the hospital loby, want to see Rachel's sister. But Risya doesn't know his room. Bry's brother's in the hospital, isn't he?"

"What are you in the front lobe of the back?"

"Hmmm..." Look to the left-right side to find out. "Don't know if this is front or back, from the parking lot directly in here. Beside the loby where Risya there is a mini cafe."

"Cihhh, just tell her room number what the hell it is." Stomach her feet to the floor alternately.

Less than five minutes waiting finally from a distance the figure of a tall white young man wearing a white t-shirt combined with navy colored jeans was running closer to him. Risya stood up as soon as Bryan was a meter away from her.

"Hay brother Bry... It's getting better.." Sweep with a smile that shows his teeth.

Bryan was stunned in his position for a few seconds while staring at Risya's grin. But quickly controlled himself.

"But you're getting ugly?" His eyes teased the girl.

"Belvin. If it's ugly, don't look at it." Reply with his lips. But it looks adorable in Bryan's eyes.

Unknowingly Bryan's hand was raised pinching Risya's cheek. "Ihh, crashing. Joking. It's pretty. The most beautiful creature in the world, right?" His words, made Risya stare at his smile with a blushing face.

Bryan was stunned with that smile. But Risya's next speech immediately drew his consciousness.

"Sister Bry, bring Risya's left-behind shoes?"

Both Bryan's eyebrows raised. Look in wonder at the girl.

Jeez Risya, you might ask that first. Not asking for news, asking about shoes. The shoe?

C'mon Ris... More importantly those shoes?

What don't you miss about me?

"Sister Bry??"

"No chance to Ris. I remember your shoes in a state of panic. Buy where the shoes are, let me buy you a new one."

"But Risya wants those shoes." Keto.

"Then you take yourself there to London. Also wear everything left behind. What's Cinderella?" Reply more tightly.

Risya pursed her lips and turned around to grab all her luggage from the top of the sofa.

"You from Rey's sister well that Rachel's sister is here?"

"Yes, Rey nelfon Risya's brother."

"Who's crus here with?"

"alone. Ah, it was the same good-natured mothers."

"Let me bring it." He bargained, seeing Risya who was troubled with two bags and a box-shaped paperbag package in his tent.

"What's wrong, Bry. Risya can."

"Eh, do not carelessly ride on just any Ris person, it could be that person has evil intentions."

"But mother was a good person." His words aligned his steps with Bryan, walking then into the elevator that led him to the third floor.

"Where have you come?"

"From practice."

"What training?"

"Sister Bry didn't see, Risya brought what the hell?"

"Bring bags, carry long bags, same pack boxes."

"Ihh, Bry's brother's a bummer."

Bryan giggles beside Risya. He had long since missed teasing the little girl. "Nyebelin but misses right?"

"That's... It's unclean!" Bryan laughed even more.

"Where..."

"Where..."

Say both in unison. The two looked at each other, then both fell silent.

"What do you want to ask, Ris?"

"Ah, not so. Brother Bry..."

"What did she want?" Deuteronomy.

"Rishay says not to be."

"You want me to do? I'm fine."

"Cum, geer. His Risya people want how Rachel's sister is right now." His kill.

"Bo 'ong. Be honest, though. You want to tell me, right? If you want to hug, just hug here."

Tings...'

the elevator door opened along with Bryan who opened his hands wide to tempt Risya.

"Have the wall there." The girl then immediately stepped out of the elevator and walked ahead of Bryan. Bryan followed by holding a laugh behind him.

"Eh, that's not where it's headed."

Risya stopped his steps. Staring annoyed at Bryan then stepped towards the right corridor. Five steps later Bryan shouted.

"Not that either."

Risya turned around in annoyance then walked towards the left corridor. But Bryan called him back as soon as he had gone far enough.

"not there. Here." Bryan walked leisurely ahead. Smiling satisfied as it managed to prank the girl.

"Damnah... Brother Bry ngeselin." His meaning with a small run chasing Bryan was about to beat him. The two run around like children until they arrive in front of a super VVIP treatment room.

Bryan opened Rachel's nursery door with a grimacing face and left hand rubbing her waist as a result of being elbowed by Risya, while Risya immediately waltzed in without caring for Bryan.

"Sister Rachel...." Risya placed her cake on the sofa beside the door then ran and ran over to hug Rachel who was half-sitting in her safe, without noticing a middle-aged woman standing on her back, he was busy cutting the cake he had just bought.

"There's a guest..." Mrs Amitha turned around and reprimanded the incoming figure. And so surprised to find a sweet figure in front of him. Likewise with Risya who immediately pecked in place with a gaping mouth. "So the brother you want to look at is this? What brother was that..." Pause with a moment's remembrance. "Ah, the prettiest brother in the world after you is right?"

Risya scowled and scratched his temple misbehaving.

"Mommy knows Risya?" Ask Rachel and Bryan comp. Bryan now dropped his body sitting on the sofa.

"So mommy met him at the cake shop and came here together." Say Mrs Amitha.

"Oh, so my mommy this is what you mean my kind mother is Ris?" Ask Bryan.

"I.. Iyeh..... " The answer is still shame.

"Eh, this is what you brought Ris?" Bryan grabbed the box beside him and opened it. "Make Rachel's sister yeah?"

As fast as lightning Risya ran to snatch the box and hid it behind his body. Rachel and Bryan stared at the confused Risya, while Mrs Amitha who understood the situation was only able to hold her laughter.

"Well isn't that Rachel's sister?"

"I.. Ja. It was like that. But it is impossible Risya give the cake that was bought by Rachel's own mother." He shrugged with shame.

Bryan laughed out loud. "Geez, so that's mommy who bought it? How could that be a coincidence?"

"Have, already." Mrs Amitha approached Bryan and patted him on the shoulder, then approached Risya and grabbed him. "Sir papa. His aunt relaxed. Don't think about it."

"So this cake how's aunty?"

"You want to give it to Rachel's sister, right?"

"Make Rachel's sister, huh?" Rachel asked to interrupt.

Risya nodded slowly. "But that..." Pointing to the cake that has been cut up on the buffet.

"That's let aunt give it to the nurse who's on guard."

Risya nodded back. Staring at Bryan, Rachel and Mrs Amitha take turns. The feeling is now nano-nano, not clear. I wanted to run out and hide his face.

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