Behind the Loss of the Moon
Part 15 [Gio Story]

After school today, I fulfilled my promise to Safa, to accompany her to watch a horror movie in the cinema. More precisely the film that watched us, because a single movie spinning we both covered our faces with hands, with our hands, even I do not know what storyline is being played so often close the face rather than looking at the screen.

Although our eyes are closed more often, our mouths remain active chewing, as evidenced by the two bags of popcorn we spent.

It was getting dark again when we came out of the cinema to perform the magrib prayer at the nearest mosque.

"Elo, sure, don't you want me to go home?" tanya, Safa when we got to the parking lot.

I'm shaking. "Well I'll pick you up, come along soon, too" I replied.

Safa, lifting her thumb and index finger to form an O-hurup. "Thanks, because I paid for the movie tickets. I, first ... Bye ...." Pamit Safa, before going with her motor matic.

"Gemi!" I looked at the source of the voice.

On the other side of the road there is Papa's car, which is neatly scattered. I hurried closer, then kissed the back of Papa's hand, after I got into the car.

"You want to go straight home, or do we eat at the Mall first?" ask, Papa.

I tapped my index finger on my chin, as if I was thinking. "Go home dong! Gemi, it's laper, kangen cuisine Mama," said I.

Papa, laugh wide while ruffling my hair. Anxious.

"That?" Papa, who was driving looked at me at a glance.

"In addition to Mama's cooking, there are no other foods that Papa, favorite?" I asked, breaking the silence during the journey.

Papa, speechless. Remembering the food that always haunts his mind when hunger approaches.

As far as I'm concerned, Papa rarely eats out if it's not for being forced to. For example, when meeting at a cafe, or when inviting Mama, eat out.

Every day, Papa even brought lunch from home.

"There," said Papa. "Sister's cake, you. Moon," he continued.

I'm speechless. Cake made by Kak Bulan, it is the most delicious, me and Gio, also very fond of cake made by Kak Bulan, to the extent that every Kak Bulan, make cakes me and Gio, Gio, I'm sure who's going to try first.

"Gemi, kangen the same cake made by Kak Bulan, Pa. Gemi, kangen Kak Bulan," aduku.

This time it was Papa's turn, who fell silent. Sharp, her face flat so it's hard for me to read what's on my mind, Papa.

***

"Sir Gemi!" I stroked my chest as soon as I saw Gio, by the side of the refrigerator door. If not, the bottle of water I was holding almost fell.

"Gio! habits deh, like ngagetin Brother," I said.

Gio, flaunting a wide smile without his mainstay sin. "Gio, want to tell Brother the same story" he said, following me to the room.

"What story?" suanyaku, slowly.

"It's a very important story" said Gio, adding to my curiosity.

Gio, it's like making sure the condition is safe if he starts telling stories. "So'kan Gio, home a little late because it had to eskul basketball, because it was late afternoon and difficult to mesen ojol, so Gio, back home with Rafi," said Gio.

"Yeah, I think the story is about what, just about nebeng with Rafi, just you say this is an important story," I said.

Sounds from, Gio. "Don't cut it first said Kak, the story has not finished," Gio, grumbled.

I'm laughing a little. "OKAY. Sorry, please continue the explanation Mr. Teacher," I said, dramatizing.

"I'm going to sit at the stop, at the stop I squirm Kak Bulan, again sit with Mothers who carry groceries," Reflex, I turned completely to Gio, when the name Kak Bulan, called.

"Are you sure of that, Brother Moon? who knows it's someone else who just happens to look like Kak Bulan" I said.

"A hundred percent sure!" say, Gio.

"Keep not, Brother Moon?" my question is, the more curious.

"At first Gio, wanted to meet Kak Bulan, but fitting Gio, back to the stop, Kak Bulan was not there."

Although I'm not a psychologist, but I know there is sadness behind Gio's words, about, Brother Moon.

"Aren't you trying to ask the mothers who are sitting together, Brother Moon?" my many.

"His mothers are not there either, maybe they have taken the bus" replied Gio. "If only then Gio, immediately ask Rafi, make a stop and do not have to put back at the front turn, maybe Gio, can meet Kak Bulan, Gio kangen the same Kak Bulan, Brother." continue, Gio.

I understand Gio's feelings, because I feel the same way. Every time we gather together I always remember Kak Bulan, even though we are not too close, but still it feels strange if here we gather and joke, possibly Kak Bulan, it seems, can't feel the same.

Likewise with Papa, often I see the look of a sad face that Papa shows, every time we gather together.

"Where did you see her Moon sister at the stop?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.

"At the first stop that deket school Kak," said, Gio.

"Tomorrow we will go there, who knows Kak Bulan, tomorrow take the stop again, later fitting Brother, go home school Brother, samperin to your school, we wait for Kak Bulan, there," my proposal on, Gio.

I thought Gio, would refuse, but who would have thought Gio, just nodded enthusiastically.

"Tomorrow Gio, eskul deh holiday permit, so that you can nemenin Kak Bulan, nyari Kak Bulan," said Gio.

"Okay, deal!" I said, shaking Gio's hand, as if hosting the famous gift-sharing event.

Besides Safa, now I have a new search companion, Gio. Hopefully, with the increase of members will make me closer to Kak Bulan.

***Hey kind readers!

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