Aksara For Arsyilla
Morning Flashes
Last night could be said to be a quiet sleep for Arsyilla because she could go back to sleep in her room. It was as if the room had power that cradled his sleep last night, until the woman momentarily forgot the figure of the man who shared the bed with her throughout the night.
The morning when Arsyilla opened her eyes, she blinked as she felt a hand and a leg twisting her. The woman moved slowly, and looked behind her.
Jesus, it seems that Aksara is the one who is hugging him right now. The roll he had originally placed in the middle was the limit for him and the bolster's magical script was already under his feet, barely crashing onto the floor. While her husband seemed to embrace her with his hands coiled around his waist, and his legs were on his feet. It was only fitting, the whole night even though his sleep was so good, but it was as if Arsyilla could not move. Apparently, it was her husband who had been pinning it all night.
Slowly Arsyilla moved and carefully removed her husband's hands and feet that were still wrapped around her.
Really intentional. There is a lot of reason, no responsibility. Bummer.
As a result, Arsyilla's eyes opened in the morning and again grumbled. When Arsyilla almost managed to get rid of the legs of Aksara that felt heavy, Aksara actually moved and re-hugged Arsyilla with a tight thumbs up.
“Don't move, in a moment,” said Aksara suddenly, but the man still closed his eyes, but he spoke and his hand went back around Arsyilla's waist.
Not staying silent, Arsyilla also tried to escape. It was morning, he had to go down to the kitchen and help Mama Khaira to prepare breakfast.
After a few minutes of effort, Arsyilla finally managed to get out of bed. The woman then took the bolster that almost stumbled to the floor and put it on the side of the script. As soon as Arsyilla went down and helped her mother who was already in the kitchen.
“For Ma,” greet Arsyilla who walked up to the Mama.
“For Syilla, why did you wake up so early? Do not need to help Mama, there accompany your husband,” said Mama Khaira who seemed to ask Arsyilla to return to the room and accompany her husband.
However, Arsyilla immediately shook her head, “When else will Syilla have time to help Mama? Let Syilla help Mama, any time for her is a lot,” he said while taking bread and immediately put it in the toast.
Mama Khaira smiled at Arsyilla's reply, she was also once young so she knew that even this time her son's household had no love growing there. “If you call a polite husband dear, don't call him. She's got a name too,” advice Mama Khaira to Arsyilla.
“Mama knows that she is your student. On campus he was your student, but off campus he was your husband. So call him right. Call Mas, or whatever it is, no problem,” again Khaira advises her daughter.
Arsyilla was silent when her mother was giving her advice, only she still needed time to get used to it all.
Almost half an hour passed, then Papa Radit came down from his room, Aksara also came out of Arsyilla's room, also Arshaka who had looked neat that morning.
“Again,” greet the three almost simultaneously to Mama Khaira and Arsyilla who are already in the kitchen.
“Morning,” says Mama Khaira and Arsyilla almost simultaneously.
Afterwards Mama Khaira immediately poured warm Tea for Papa Radit, while for Arshaka available low-fat milk. Mama Khaira slightly blinked her eyes at Arsyilla so that her daughter also served her husband by pouring Tea also for Aksara.
However, after Mama Khaira slightly touched Arsyilla's hand, then Arsyilla poured warm Tea into a ceramic cup in the presence of Aksara.
“Still,” Reply Aksara then once the originally empty cup has now been filled with warm Tea.
“You will go straight home this morning or to campus?” papa Radit asked Arsyilla and Aksara.
“Where is the office, Mas?” asked Arshaka who seemed interested in where his Sister-in-law was working.
“Di Jaya Corp., deket kok,” reply Aksara while taking toast wrapped in melted butter.
Arshaka nodded, “Wah, cool dong can work in Jaya Corp. What part is Mas?” ask Arshaka again.
“Only a draftsman,” Aksara replied while nodding.
“O ... architect yes? Cool dong. When can you design a cafe that is not Mas?” again Arshaka spoke, this time the sister-in-law seemed interested in the design of a cafe.
Aksara also nodded, “Can aja ... just let me know later,” he replied with a smile.
“Siap, Mas ..” replied Arshaka later.
“Kakakmu will also design images tuh, Shaka,” said PapaRadit who said that Arsyilla can also describe the design of the cafe for him.
However, Arshaka also shook his head, “Kan there is Mas Aksa, Pa. Brother Syilla to teach,” he replied to the Papa.
“Oh, yes Mas .. Call the Big Brother, no need Arsyilla. We're his family here, calling him Syilla. Just call Syilla, unfortunately from Mama and Papa. Is it Ma?” arshaka asked suddenly to Mama Khaira.
Slowly Mama Khaira nodded, “Iya, we call her Syilla. Just like Mama and Papa called you, Shaka.” Mama Khaira answered softly.
“Tuh Mas, just call Syilla. Mas Aksa called Kak Syilla what?” asked Arshaka suddenly.
Arsyilla frowned, and one foot on Aksara's foot. A code that he sent so that Aksara would just say yes.
However, Aksara seemed to ignore the footstep of Arsyilla that was not much felt.
“Bu Arsyilla dong, if on campus,” replied with a slight smile.
“Out of campus call him what?” ask Arshaka again.
"Arsyilla," replied Aksara while glancing at Arsyilla who had been silent since.
"Call Syilla, Mas .. Just like Papa, Mama, and me. Isn't that Syilla's sister?" Again Arshaka insisted that his Sister-in-law call Arsyilla just like them.
Slowly Aksara nodded, "Yes, from today I will call him that."
On the other hand Papa Radit and Mama Khaira noticed the chatter of Arshaka and Aksara at the dinner table. The silence of Arsyilla is also not separated from the observation of both parents. However, at least at this time for Mama Khaira and Papa Radit, Aksara is a good young man. Hopefully his daughter-in-law will be really patient against Arsyilla.