Aksara For Arsyilla
Memories of the Most Beautiful Moments
Apparently Aksara and Arshaka really prepare the Barbeque to the maximum. Even the two men were so excited about grilling the meat that had been prepared and seasoned by Mama Khaira.
"Often Barbeque-an Mas?" asked Arshaka suddenly to his Sister-in-law.
"Once again, only at the Korean Buffet-style restaurant. If you think gini, new once," reply Aksara.
Arshaka also laughed, apparently his Sister-in-law was just a barbeque with a grill so big like this.
"We often barbeque, Mas .. especially if the new year," Arshaka again.
"Seru well, your family seems to gather together like this," Aksara replied again.
Arshaka quickly nodded her head, "Iya Mas .. for Papa and Mama by eating together, celebrating a birthday like this can be a moment of building togetherness," Arshaka told the story.
Aksara sighed slowly, flipping the flesh before him, "I should be your family more flattering. I'm really happy," said Aksara.
In fact, now Arshaka actually laughed, not thinking that his Sister-in-law apparently wanted to join his family faster. Until finally the meat roasting time was over, and now they seemed to sit together in wooden chairs that had been arranged with a round table in front of them.
"Now, let's eat" said Papa Radit who invited other family members to eat together.
It looks like Papa Radit is picking up and cutting meat for Mama Khaira.
"Take it, honey," said Papa Radit.
Even though the age is no longer young, but Papa Radit still acts so romantic and looks very loving Mama Khaira. Papa Radit's sweet attitude also makes Arsyilla and Arshaka both smile.
"Syilla wants Papa too" he said, lifting his plate and thrusting it in front of his father.
"You have the Script, Son .. Your husband must have given it to you" Papa Radit replied.
Sure enough, after Papa Radit took for Mama Khaira, Aksara also took and cut meat for his wife.
"Please dear," Aksara said softly while commenting on the small smile at the corner of her lips.
"Mas, I also want dong" said Arshaka suddenly.
Aksara nodded her head and filled the empty plate of her sister-in-law with meat.
Then they were seen enjoying the barbeque meat that night. Accompanied by the dim lights and the night breeze blowing. Until finally, Arsyilla was back to sound.
"What was the most romantic moment Papa ever did for Mama?" ask Arsyilla.
Presumably while enjoying a roasted barbeque, suitable to ask about the love story of Papa and Mama. Bernostalgia at the same time takes positive values that Arsyilla can apply in her household life.
Mama Khaira stopped eating and looked at her husband's face, "For Mama ..The most romantic thing Papa ever did was catch up with Mama all the way to Manchester. At that time, your father came suddenly and we met at Old Trafford Stadium, very dramatic and romantic at the time" recalls Mama Khaira.
"Why fly to Manchester, Ma?" ask Aksara to her mother-in-law.
"Yes, Aksara .. Papa you used to fly from Jakarta to Manchester to breastfeed Mama," replied Mama Khaira.
"If Papa what Pa? The most romantic thing you did for Papa?" It was Arshaka's turn to ask the Papa.
Apparently Papa Radit is the type of man who looks at romantic things from everyday life, from simple things.
"What precious moment for Mom and Dad?" ask Arsyilla again.
"All moments are precious Syilla. happy or sad, healthy or sick, all are valuable. For Mama to live life with Papa you are always valuable," Mama Khaira replied.
"True Syilla, Shaka, and Aksara .. All moments with your Mama are very valuable to Papa," added Papa Radit.
He listened to the stories and precious moments of his parents. Didn't expect that her parents' story was truly beautiful and so inspiring.
"What do you feel when you meet Kak Aksara?" ask Arsyilla again to her mother.
Listening to Arsyilla's question, Aksara also put a moment of fork and banana on the side of the plate. Aksara also wanted to know what Mama Khaira felt when she first met him.
Mama Khaira then looked at Aksara's face slowly and gave her smile, "Mama loves her. Yes, the first time Mama met with a small Aksara at that time, Mama already loves you, Aksara," said Mama Khaira directly to Aksara.
Hearing such sincere affection from Mama Khaira of course Aksara was so happy. Even the two eyes of the man looked teary now.
"Thank you Mama and Papa have loved Aksara so much" he replied.
It felt like Aksara could only express gratitude. Aksara knows that thanking alone is not enough, but now in fact Aksara can only thank her in-laws.
Papa Radit then pat Aksara's shoulder slowly, "Papa too. Time proves that you are not a bad duck left by your family. Ms. Naya and Mr. Bhishma love you so much, just like us," Papa Radit explained.
"Aksara, if Mama can tell, who kidnapped you when you were a kid?" ask Mama Khaira slowly.
The script slowly kept silent, looking at Arsyilla who was sitting before him. Convincing his heart first to answer the question of Mama Khaira, until finally Aksara also voiced.
"Om Darren, it was Ravendra's father who kidnapped Aksara first" Aksara replied.
Hearing the name Darren and Ravendra being called, they all looked tense. Not expecting the man who almost became his besi is in fact a figure who could separate a child from his mother and father.
"really?" ask Arsyilla slowly.
Arsyilla herself did not think that the father of her former boyfriend had kidnapped Aksara. Making the man he now loves the most part the years from Mother Kanaya and Father Bhishma.
Aksara then nodded his head again, "Yes, he has kidnapped me," Aksara replied confidently.
Arsyilla moved her hand slowly. Wiped the back of her husband's hand and squeezed it for a moment.
"That's the past Brother .. in the present until the future you will have me and all of us who love you" Arsyilla replied.
"What Syilla says is true, son, all the past is really in its place. We explore the future by holding hands with each other" said Mama Khaira.
"Yes Ma .. thank you for everything" Aksara said.
Looking at his life in the past who had to separate for so long from his parents honestly made Aksara down and lived his childhood with grief. Thankful that God still sends good parent figures to the Scriptures. Parents who are close are not by blood but by the heart. For that reason, Aksara will continue to remember every good that Mama Khaira and Papa Radit did to him.