Sagaras
The Part 29

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Sagara who can not stand the fast weekend starts to urinate on his own, especially when at school, what is ignored sometimes is not all connected especially when he gets questions from friends and teachers who teach.

"What do you really think?" asked the curious Bian who was only answered with a headbutt.

Sagara is really still silent and closed everything until no one can learn about what is happening to the handsome young man, they are friends no longer days and months but years.

"On Sunday night to where the rich tongkrongan ordinary and you must come," said Marcel who was so firm towards Sagara.

"No promise" replied the crown prince Pradipta.

"Lo hasn't hung out with us much, why?"

"What's wrong, the next morning I want to go so lazy everywhere," said Sagara with his leisure when clearly his three friends have begun to careless with changes in Sagara's attitude.

Marcel, Bian and Tata just throw each other a glance because they remain suspicious and curious.

"Where are you going? same with your family?" ask Tata.

"No, I go alone."

"I can come with you? long time ago we went together," little Tata pleaded with her eyes.

"Gue again has business, when will it be," declined Sagara who then woke up and left just like that.

Undeniably, since Sagara had disappeared indeed he changed not as usual, sometimes daydreaming and even not infrequently indulge in a smile that is not clear reason.

"Selidikin yuk," said Bian suddenly, he was sure what was now in his mind the same as the one in his mind his best friend.

"How's search? we're following him?" ask Marcel.

The nodding Bian began to explain his plan which they would do in order to answer what really happened to Sagara this late.

"Who's the problem, which house is he leaving?" tanya Tata with her hands folded on her chest while her body she rested on the back of the chair.

"Well, Sagara is not clear where he lives" said Marcel.

They certainly know, if one of his friends can indeed sleep anywhere as he pleases after becoming an orphan.

Sagara had no special home run for him to go home since no one else welcomed him with a smile and a warm embrace typical of motherhood.

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Time passed quickly, the day that was waiting arrived and that was the reason Sagara could wake up so early to go to his destination.

Everything has been prepared by him since last night, there are two neatly arranged clothes stels in the backpack that he will carry later.

Sagara who slept at the Pradipta residence did not even meet at all with Mommy Ameera and Daddy Ricko, he left before breakfast together.

The iron horse that drove at high speed split the capital city road that had not been crowded by other vehicles, and that makes Sagara can freely pull the lever of motor gas until it feels like he floated in the morning blind that the sun alone as if still shy to show its light.

The journey that took several hours and finally arrived, Helm who in his own right directly showed a smile behind the fatigue and hunger that Sagara felt.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied the heavy male voice that Sagara could guess if it was the voice of the Father.

"Sir, how are you?" sagara asked as she grabbed the back of the middle-aged man's hand.

"Seriously, sir," replied Sagara timidly because it was without any plan at all.

Sagara who was invited in was also welcomed by Mother, but she chose to leave for a while to go to the bathroom to urinate before later they will have breakfast together.

"Ehem," dehem Sagara as he entered the kitchen.

"Astaghfirullah, Sagara," cried surprised Aisyah who was cooking in the kitchen, for some reason he was sure the young man would actually come until this morning he cooked quite a lot.

"Shock huh?" kekeh Sagara, although he can not see the face of the girl, but for Sagara he is so adorable.

"Shock it, as I remember there is only Mother" said Aisyah.

Mother who happened to be going ahead was not told by the Father about the arrival of Sagara so it is natural that Aisyah did not know about it.

"I'm going to the bathroom first."

"Yes, please," replied Aisyah.

What the veiled girl felt was never the same when she was with any man including the widower of one child who kept asking for clarity about their closeness so far. In fact, Aisyah only became a good friend of her daughter who did need special attention from adult women to replace her mother.

"Sagara hasn't come out yet?" ask the mother who slightly disperse the daydream of her daughter.

"Not yet, ma'am." Aisyah answered while looking at the bathroom door that was still tightly closed.

"Yes, just prepare" said Mother.

Not yet Aisyah answered, two women who were in the kitchen turned their heads when they heard the door open and then the figure of Sagara appeared from inside.

"We'll have breakfast, son."

"Yes, Mom," said Sagara who felt relieved, so the leg of his stomach now seems to be protesting because all has been released.

Father, Mother, Sagara and Aisyah now enjoy their breakfast at one table together, breakfast is fairly simple it even feels good because of the warm bond of a complete family that is now not obtained by Sagara again in his luxury home.

"Today where are you going Aish?" ask the Father because there is no event in PonPes.

"Not anywhere, sir."

"If so, take Mother to the house Nyai Warsih yes," pinta Ibu.

"Yes, Mom. But Aish's bike is carried by Mas Fatih," replied Aish who seemed to be thinking.

"Hem, you're right, too" said Mother as confused.

"Bring the car, Son Sagara can go between Mom and Aisyah right?" said Mr. who is like a breath of fresh air for young people who have not graduated from High School.

"Oh, can you sir, I can take the car, happily wherever I will take it," Sagara replied quickly while changing his sitting position to be more firm.

Sagara who glanced at Aisyah could not be separated from the smile that he carved from the tip of his lips. While the one in view was more and more subduing his face that was slightly red blushing on both cheeks behind the veil he was wearing.

"What time does it go?" ask Sagara.

"Jam 10, but the place is a bit far if you use a car, because it passes two spilled markets on weekends," explained Mother, then sometimes he and Aisyah do choose to ride the bike

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It's okay, Mom. The longer, the more fun it is...