Behind The Lies
Greetings From the Goddess

Ashilla, Miranti, Asa and Ganjar are in one car. The car was driven by Yayan.

“I just this time walk with Papa. Later Papa thought my husband,” said Miranti.

“No, it's decrepit like this,” timpal Ganjar sitting in the front seat near Yayan.

“Now many teenagers are married to men the same age as his grandfather,” Miranti said again.

Ganjar laughed. “Since your mother died, Papa does not want to marry again. Getting married is not only for sleeping friends, if only someone who cooks Bi Sumi can also. Lonely? Papa is regular.”

Miranti smiled, she then looked at Ashilla who was also smiling at her. “Your grandfather is faithful, Shill.”

Ashilla nodded. No one knows how Ashilla's mood is this morning. He had just decided Space, because there was no trust between them.

Asa was staring out the window enjoying the streets of the capital. However, the boy also had ears, so he heard what the three parents were talking about. Just like Yayan was driving, he listened to them too, although it was impossible to talk because he was aware of his position in the family.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at a recreation park. You can see all kinds of animals and get to know nature more closely. Enjoy the rural atmosphere with rice fields, rivers and wooden room houses.

“Yeee. Until,” shouted Asa after getting off the car.

“Don't run around,” shouted Miranti at the boy.

“Yes, Bundle. Calm down.”

“Too excited to make you forget us,” muttered Miranti while getting off the car.

Ashilla just shook her head. She was used to seeing her mother's concern for Asa. However, for Ganjar his eldest son was already excessive. “The name is also children, Mir.”

“Euh, Papa does not know Asa how if it is active again. Nancy often complains.”

“Terus Ashilla complains too?” ask Ganjar. While Ashilla had walked first while guiding Asa.

“No, she ‘kan her mother. I have never complained about Edgar.”

“Same with Edgar. Asa is also a good boy,” praise Ganjar.

Yayan walked behind them while carrying the food that Bi Sumi had prepared. Yayan is a witness of the Ganjar family's journey. The rise and fall of life is so obvious in plain sight. He is quite grateful, despite all the mediocre life, but every gathering with children, grandchildren.

***

Black xpander stopped in front of a house. The woman in the car lowered her car window, then she spread her gaze to look at the European-style house in front of her.

“Here?” ask the woman to the driver.

“Iya, here, Bu.”

“You wait,” said the woman as she opened the car door. Confidently the middle-aged woman walked to the door and stood for quite a while. It still remembered in his mind how he used to get humiliation in front of this house. Like an animal he was kicked as if he had no self-respect.

The owner of the house never received it here, even when he pleaded with tears, at that time he only asked for a little right to the baby he was carrying. But until the baby was born, he got nothing.

After almost twenty-eight years, he escaped the pain of the humiliation, would it now hurt him again?

Slowly the hand with the diamond ring on its ring finger stretched out and pressed the bell on the wall right next to the brown door with a distinctive carving. Not long after the door opened.

“Who to look for, Mom?” ask the house assistant.

“This home owner.”

“Oh, the same father of his grandchildren is going for a walk.”

“When back?”

“Maybe afternoon, Mom, any message?”

The woman took a breath. “Send my greetings.”

“Sorry from whom?” ask Bi Sumi.

“Say from Dewi.”

“Good, Bu.”

***

While the owner of the European-style house that is being sought by Dewi, is now laughing on a mat enjoying the rural atmosphere in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Jakarta. Ganjar forgot there was the right of others who were detained so far.

“Asa later want photos there.” The boy pointed towards the rice field. “Sama. Keep running out of here we swim yes,” the door.

“Ih, his son Mama Shilla, many want,” Miranti sneer.

“Delay. Can ya?” asa permission.

“Yes up to your Mama, Mommy mah sitting here just the same Opa.”

“Ma, can ya?”

Ashilla smiled. His head had been throbbing ever since, but he really could not resist Asa's wishes.

“Bby.”

“Tuh, pampered continue,” says Miranti.

“Let the same Mama,” sahut Ganjar while enjoying watermelon fruit.

“Gini, Mother tell me. Asa, ‘kan want to stay here, there are still many days for the holidays, pity Mama tired.”

“Nothing, Bund,” says Ashilla.

“What's really okay? Your face is pale, Shill.”

“Yes, it's okay, Bund.”

“Ya already.”

Ashilla then got up and followed Asa who had gone down to the rice field treading mud, then he took a photo when Asa climbed on the buffalo assisted by the tour guide.

“Done,” shouted Ashilla.

“Mom.” Asa pointed at the river.

Ashilla nodded and followed him. However, seeing the sudden rush of water she recalled the drowning little boy being carried away by the current. Suddenly his knees were limp, cold sweat slowly pouring out, the thump behind his chest rumbling like the sound of the rushing river water, the, a few seconds later he lost control of his body and instantly collapsed and lay on the grass.

“Mama,” cried Asa and quickly ran away from the river. Everyone panicked, Mrs Miranti and Mrs Yayan quickly approached while Mr. Ganjar was dragged away with his cane.

“Mother said what too, Asa. You don't want to understand.”

“I am sorry, sorry, Mom.” Asa hugged her mother.

“Pak Yayan, help me take it to mat.”

“Good, Bu.” Mr. Yayan leaned over and helped Ms. Miranti lift Ashilla's body onto the mat where they had originally sat. After that Mrs Miranti was busy looking for eucalyptus oil from the Asa bag. He then opened the lid of the eucalyptus oil bottle and let Ashilla smell the scent.

“Wake up, Shill, don't make us panic.”

Slowly both of Ashilla's eyes opened, she grimaced staring at everyone in turn.

“Alhamdulillah.”

“Mama, Asa apologize,” Asa said as she hugged Ashilla shortly after the woman sat down.

Ashilla still scrunched her forehead withstanding the pain in her head. “Nothing, just a little headache.”

“We go home.” Ms. Miranti looked upset, she quickly tidied up the items assisted by Mr. Yayan. “Other times if you can't don't say you can. Life is not good just make you difficult,” scolding on Ashilla.

Asa continued to cry.

“Sshhhh. Don’t cry,” said Ashilla while wiping the wet cheeks of the child. “I am here and I am fine.”

Mr. Ganjar said nothing so surprised and afraid of losing his family members again. He just wants to enjoy his old age by spending time with his children and grandchildren.