Behind The Lies
Asa

At four o'clock in the morning Yayan escorts Ashilla away to the airport to pick up Miranti and Asa. Since yesterday Asa insisted on going to follow his mother to Indonesia. Of course Ganjar happy because in the future maybe the atmosphere of the house will be more crowded.

At six o'clock they were home. In the car Asa fell asleep, she was very tired because it was supposed to be in New York just last night, while since arriving in Indonesia in the morning just picked her up.

Now they are gathering to enjoy breakfast. “You said what Asa said, until he cried and insisted on hurrying here. On the road he kept his nanya, ‘Delay when until?’ He thinks close,” complains Miranti. After almost twenty years of not returning to Indonesia and this is the first time he has set foot in the country.

“Yesterday he called, crying. Shilla is also keen to continue, Bund.”

“Thank God you arrived safely. Asa may be tired,” said Ganjar

“I'm also tired, Pa,” complained Miranti to her father.

“Yes you also rest, do not think about the work continues, when want to stay here?”

“Not thought of that. Just arrived too. Now maybe focus the next few days only,” said Miranti. All the Ganjar traits seem to go down on Miranti.

“Iya.”

Ashilla sighed. He looked at the mother who was enjoying a meat sandwich. There were many things she wanted to tell her mother while she was here. From the person who called him Aruna, until he saw for himself what the woman called Aruna was like, until the question was slowly answered, it was natural for people to call him that because indeed they were very similar.

Then about Lily, the baby she and Iyash raised as a child, no matter how she was, two days she had not heard about it. Sister Rika only told me that they moved house and gave her current address. That'sthat's all.

“Mama,” call Asa while walking out of Ashilla's room. His body was limp and seemed to stagger in search of Ashilla's whereabouts. “Mam.”

“I am here.”

Ashilla quickly left the chair, then walked to nearby Asa. The boy immediately hugged his mother who had just lowered her knees in front of him.

“Head Asa is sick,” lamented the boy who in two months will celebrate his tenth birthday.

“Hm. Poor.” Ashilla then got up and pulled Asa's hand to sit on the sofa.

“Indonesia is far.”

Ashilla smiled. “Iya.”

Asa opened her eyes and looked at Ashilla. “Kok Om Angkasa is not tired back and forth?” ask the boy.

“It's normal,” replied Ashilla.

“As Mother said, can due to familiarity?” ask Asa.

“Hm.” Ashilla then goes to the dinner table to get a slice of sandwich for Asa to eat.

“Shill.”

“Yes, Bund?”

“Don't be too spoiled, Mommy is tired of instilling discipline in her,” interruptions Miranti.

Ashilla held the plate. “Sya, Bund. Today just.” He then went to the sofa where Asa lay.

“Bund, I hear you. Asa promise will not be naughty, will not make Mama bother,” Asa said while sitting down.

“If breaking, what consequences?” ask Miranti.

“Back again to New York,” snorted Asa.

“Nice.”

Ashilla raised both eyebrows, she then turned to look at the mother. Miranti simply smiled as she put her shoulders down.

“If Opa, can, ‘kan pamper Asa?” ask Ganjar.

“No way, even though Papa is his great-grandfather,” said Miranti firmly.

Ganjar smiled as he sighed.

“Asa want to school here, can, ‘kan, Opa? Yesterday Mommy said you have to ask permission from Opa.”

“Bby.” Slowly Ganjar rise. “Let's go to school.”

“Iya, Non?”

“Please make Asa warm milk.”

“Good, Non.”

“Opa House is different from Mother's house there,” Asa said while circulating the view.

“Watch where?” ask Ganjar.

“Take at Mother's house, but quiet. Asa likes to be left alone, if Nancy has gone home Asa alone at home.”

“Poor,” Ashilla said as she stroked the top of her son's head.

“If here, Asa is not left alone, ‘kan?” ask the boy who was nosed.

“Ngak. If Mama has not returned home, ‘kan at home there Opa.”

Asa smile. “Mother, Asa is here at home,” the boy told Miranti.

“Just a day.” Miranti pointed her index finger. “If you miss, call Mommy. Don't ask to go home, far away.”

“Yes, Bund.”

After finishing feeding Asa. Ashilla gave him a glass of milk.

“Ma, Asa headache,” complained Asa while pressing his own temple.

“You only need rest, do not need to take medicine.”

Maybe a little different from Miranti. Ashilla did not easily give Asa medicine, while Miranti would easily give Asa ibuprofen or paracetamol.

Ashilla stared at her watch. “Today Shilla has a lot of work in the office, can not be left, Mommy is okay, ‘kan? Shilla's home the most afternoon.”

“Yes, it's okay. You leave alone, Mother is also tired of wanting to rest, it is impossible to walk.”

“As?” The white boy pointed to his own face.

“Asa is also at home. Tomorrow or the day after we take a walk.”

“Week end?”

“Iya.”

Ashilla was quick and went to Yayan. In the car he appeared to be asleep because tired after picking Asa up to the airport, which is why he was lazy to bring his own vehicle.

At the red light he suddenly woke up. “I think it has arrived,” he said while upholding the body. The road to the office is just a few miles away. The sun that was warm was already a little stinging.

“Pak Yayan is happy, Non. My father used to smile only rarely. It has been thirty years Mr. Yayan cooperation and this is the first time Mr. Yayan saw the face of the Father back cheerful. Thank you, Non, for reviving home.”

Ashilla smiled. “If my Papa still exists. Maybe Opa happiness will be more abundant.”

“Iya, Non. I hope Madam Miranti also does not return to New York and stays here.”

Ashilla smiled again. It is quite difficult to ask Miranti to stay in Indonesia, whether it is because she has difficulty leaving her career and life there know because of other things, Ashilla herself does not know.

“Pak, if after driving me, Mr. Yayan wants to go home, just go home. Rest at home. Car save at the office, I'm back by taxi is okay?”

“Iya, Non.” For Yayan it was a command with a very fine sentence. He could not resist, he should be grateful because he was still trusted to work there since he was twenty-five years old.

After arriving in front of the office, Ashilla got down and immediately gave him a fare to take a taxi. “Rest Yes, Sir.”

“Good, thank you, Non.” Since working as an Ashilla driver. Yayan sometimes had more holidays because if he wanted to go alone Ashilla would not hire him. Yayan did not want to eat a blind salary, so he chose to clean the weeds in Ganjar's yard. However, maybe today he chose to go home and rest at home.

Ashilla had entered his room. Some jobs need more supervision because he heard there were some who smuggled cloth from his factory. If Ganjar finds out, he's worried that it will interfere with his grandfather's health. However Ganjar built all of this from scratch.

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