Behind The Lies
Become adult

Ashilla was troubled to take care of Asa when she started attending school. In the morning he had to drive her and in the afternoon at exactly two he had to pick her up. Just two days ago Ashilla was stressed. She had to leave early from home to Asa's school, then pick Asa up from work an hour before school broke up. It was all because Yayan had not yet entered, because he still had to keep his granddaughter in the hospital. Both of the child's parents are dead, so living with his grandparents, while the others also have their own busy lives. Yayan has three children, Yayan's wife had two years of stroke, how troublesome. Ashilla was concerned about what happened to Yayan.

That night Ashilla was very tired, her waist was painful, her body ached all. Picking Asa up from the office, driving her home, then she went back to the office, taking too much time on the road, so she felt much more tired.

Asa sat in third grade and now she is busy studying in the living room. However, he occasionally called Ashilla to ask for an explanation of what she was reading.

“Asa told to memorize Indonesian song Pusaka.” The boy brandished a notebook and showed it to Ashilla. “Indonesia homeland beta, perennial heirloom nan jaya.” He recited it exactly like chanting two lines of poetry.

“So, what heirloom is it, Ma?”

“Hm, Asa learn the same Opa aja yes, Mama tired very.” Ashilla held the nape of her neck.

“The heirloom is actually a term used to mention an object that is considered sacred or sacred,” said Ganjar as he approached. “But, it can also be called as inheritance, or relic. Understood, Boy?”

Asa shakes. Ashilla went to her room and laid down in bed. When he closed his eyes, he got a call from Space.

“Fabian Abiyasa how?” ask Angkasa by phone after Ashilla answered his call.

“Good.”

Space throbs. “I miss very much you.”

“Iya.”

“Where to take care of Asa?”

“Means?”

“It is definitely not difficult, he, ‘kan already big.”

“I'm just having trouble dropping off and picking her up home, while you know I have to go to the office.”

“Let's see if my job here is done. I can change you to keep Asa.”

“Still.”

“Say her thanks later if I'm already there.”

Ashilla sighed. “Iya.”

“All safe, ‘right? Your work, your days.”

“Ya.”

“Sayang.”

“Iya?”

“I can ask?”

“I'm tired, don't be weird.”

“Hmmm ... You still see Iyash?”

Ashilla's heart is beating. “Why suddenly ask about Iyash?”

“I heard he said you met him often.”

“Ngak. Nope. You heard, ‘kan, I'm busy.”

“Yes, you are right. So want to go home quickly,” snorted Angkasa by phone, but Ashilla felt like the man was in front of her.

“There's a lot of things going on here, but I don't have time to think about everything, the work at the office has been too torturing for me.”

“Yeah, you must miss the moments of being a lecturer.”

“Of Courses. If you could choose.”

“You have the right to choose.”

“Certain company Opa?”

“Maybe can be held by a trustee Opa until Asa matures,” suggested Angkasa.

“Yes, it should be, but I don't know if there really is?”

“There, you try to talk to Opa.”

Ashilla nodded. “I hope there is.”

“Yes. Don't mind much. You should be happy. May I speak with Asa.”

“He's learning again.”

“After a while, just wanted to say hi.”

Asa was aghast and quickly ran to hunt down the mobile phone in her mother's hands. “Om,” shouted the boy enthusiastically.

The sky laughed at Asa's voice. “Asa, how are you?”

“Fine. You?”

“I am not okay, Om kangen same Mama you, but like Mama did not miss the same Om.”

Asa stared at Ashilla. While Ashilla herself did not hear anything because she deliberately did not press the speaker on the call Space.

“She misses you too.”

“May it be true,” said Angkasa.

“When to come here? Asa want to take a walk.”

“Two weeks away. Work here is not finished.”

“Everyone is busy,” snorts Asa slowly.

“Yes, so adults do not feel good.”

“Padahan Asa also wants to become an adult.”

“Adult is not about age,” sambar Ashilla, “Adult about how we deal with problems.” Ashilla opened her palm and asked for her phone back.

“Om already yes, Asa must learn.”

“Iya. Bye, Asa, I'll see you later.”

“Iya, dah.” The boy gave the mother a cell phone with a pouting face.

“By the way is Asa?” ask Ashilla in Space.

“Male secrets,” answers Space.

“Dih. I will not be talking to Asa.” anymore

“Duuh, how come. I'm just saying being an adult is not good.”

 “Why should I say that?”

“Hehe ...”

“Udah ah, I want to rest,” snorted Ashilla slowly.

“You crave?”

“No, I just need a break.”

“Ya already, happy break.”

“Hm, you too.”

“Apaan I'm here again working,” kekeh Angkasa.

“Oh yes forgot. Happy working.”

After disconnecting the phone Ashilla returned to the room and chose to sleep, while Asa was already sleeping, apparently after getting a call from Angkasa, he did not continue studying and instead slept. You little boy.

***

In the morning Ashilla searched for her grandfather's whereabouts, but had been searched all over the house she did not find him. Fretfully, he tried to make a call, but, honey, he wasn't connected. Ganjar's phone left at home dead.

“Opa where?” muttered Ashilla while staring at Asa who was ready to go to school.

“Ma, Asa malamangan.”

Ashilla's two bulging eyes stared at her watch. “Ya we've left.” He chose to leave before he could find Ganjar's whereabouts.

Apparently the old man was in front of a tomb with wet soil and dewy leaves. No one knew he was visiting his wife's grave while Gusman's tomb was in New York. Overnight unable to sleep and unsettling the arrival of the Goddess a few days ago. He felt that the Goddess was carrying a curse for his family and he did not want it to happen again.

So far he has not apologized for what happened in the past. But stubbornness and arrogance make Ganjar reluctant to apologize, even though Dewi came to intend to reconcile.

“Papa no problem if you have to bring this to death, Ma, but the problem is that Papa deserves to bring all this to the afterlife? Is Dad ready for all the consequences? Papa is not sure, can, Ma, but Papa is afraid,” said Ganjar in front of the wife's grave.

In 1994, the disaster began. He kicked his eldest son out of the house because he did not approve of his marriage to the Goddess. Gusman challenges himself to succeed without the help of his parents. Unfortunately all the facilities were revoked, even the diploma that Gusman got from his education to be able to find a job Ganjar took, it was all because he wanted the child back to him.

However, just like the father, Gusman inherited a stubborn nature, so he still did not return and chose a difficult life, until in the end the Goddess gave up and chose to leave.

Twenty-eight years passed and only a dark story was left that melded with the departure of Gusman to the grave five years ago.

The arrival of the Goddess yesterday disturbed all those bad memories again. Will Ganjar change his mind by unraveling the secret himself or actually take him away with death?