"Kakak! Kak Wisnu!" Amelia shouted, running through my room. Yesterday Amelia said she wanted to call Wisnu as Kakak. Affectionate call for the eldest brother.I'm in the kitchen I approached her, what's wrong? Wisnu has just woken up. After the morning prayer he slept again, he said he was still sleepy. Last night, after Mr. Kusuma lifted Amelia who had fallen asleep, he took Wisnu back upstairs. They even asked to make coffee, continued play chess, he said.Until midnight, my son just returned to the room. Frankly, I'm a bit annoyed, my time with my son has been taken away by them, Amelia and Mr. Kusuma."Looking for Kak Wisnu? He is taking a shower just now. Just wait at the dining table. Aunt have already made mango pudding," while pulling Amelia's hand. Amelia sat down, she was still busy on her phone."Here, you cut your pudding. Then pour coconut milk sauce," I said, holding out a small plate in front of her. The smell of thick mango and coconut milk wafted through, Amelia imme
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