Being an Eye to My Husband
CHAPTER 45

Today, Papa Sabda invites the whole family to pilgrimage White's grandmother and biological father. This was the first time Airi had come there, because since she was blind, White had never been there.

In front of the tomb, there were several florists. But of all that, there was one seller who caught Papa Sabda's attention. A little girl in white with a basket of white flowers.

Papa Sabda waved at the little girl. Ask him to come closer.

"Hi, what's your name?" Sapa Mama Nuri while bowing to align her height with the little girl.

"Rose aunt" said the beautiful girl whose age was estimated to be around 10 years. Still very small, have to work, what's wrong with his family? Maybe most people, will immediately think there, as well as Mama Nuri.

"Why are you selling, you're not in school?"

"It's aunty's Sunday, school's off." Papa Sabda and others wanted to laugh once, but tried to hold back because they were afraid Mama Nuri would be angry. And sure enough, not to mention that the laughter had escaped, Mama Nuri had looked at Papa Sanda fiercely.

"Why are you only selling white flowers?" Papa Sabda asked while watching the various flowers that were strung by the girl. Ranging from roses, lily, chrysanthemums to nocturnal. But strangely enough, it was only the white color that he sold.

"Because usually, when funerals, white flowers are in demand. Than I carry other colors continue to not sell, dear?"

"Good girl" said Papa Sabda as she rubbed the girl's head. Didn't expect that such a small girl was already good at how to trade.

"Do you often sell here?" ask Airi.

"Every Sunday morning just a aunt. Because on another day, I had to go to school. Go home to school still have tutoring....." Airi got dizzy hearing the many activities that the girl followed outside of school hours. The girl also explained that her mother had a flower shop nearby.

"Did your mom tell you to sell?" ask Mama Nuri.

"No aunt, I'm the one who wants to sell. Having my own money is fun, I can buy anything I want." Papa Sabda was amazed at him. At least, when other children can only ask parents, he already understands another way besides asking, which is trying to find his own money.

White who had been silent since, seemed to shake his palm on his neck. The weather this morning was quite hot, so it made him growl even though he was already wearing an umbrella.

"Well, if you want to buy, dong hunt, hot, nih," his grim who was impatient to want to immediately pilgrimage and go home.

"Bentar White," said Mama Nuri.

"White, is this Om White?" rose asked enthusiastically as she looked up at White.

"Yes, why?" ask Mama Nuri.

"Good name, and very unique. My mom is pregnant now. Later when my sister is born, I'll give her the name White." Rose, who had been busy thinking about a name for her sister for a few days, finally found the right name. Which he thinks is unique and good.

"Don't" said White. "I don't like my name very much. Just love your sister's white name, which means the same," he continued with a little jutek tone.

"Heis, Om this is so fierce. Though Rose flowers are not angry my name is used," said Rose. "May ya Om" whined the girl while holding White's arm.

White breathed heavily. Males also had to debate with the small. "As for you," in the end he relented.

"Om White can't see, baby" Airi said.

Rose immediately gawked, staring at White from top to bottom. Absolutely did not expect if the handsome man with black eyes in front of him could not see. He had seen White as a perfect figure, but as it turned out, he was not as perfect as he thought.

Rose held White's palm and placed a white rose there.

"Thank you" said White, lifting the flower and smelling its fragrance.

Papa Sabda bought all the rose basket flowers. In addition, he also gave more money as a form of appreciation for Rose who wanted to make money when she was very small.

After getting the flower, they continued their way to the graves of Mama Yulia and Dennis.

"Wait Om," Rose shouted making the four of them stop and turn their heads. The girl ran towards them and stopped in front of White with breathless breath.

"What's wrong?" ask Airi.

Rose did not immediately answer, she first set her breath. "Because Om White has allowed me to use his name for my sister. I'll give him permission to use my name on Om's son later."

White immediately frowned. It turns out that in addition to a lot of talk, Rose is too smart, like his name is wow that. Who wants to use his name. While Mama Nuri and Papa Sabda, directly look at each other while holding a laugh. If only Rose was an orphan, they would have adopted it so as not to be lonely at home.

"Rose, what's a good name?" rose said confidently.

"Dear, your name is very good" Airi said as she stroked Rose's long, beautifully-dissolved hair. "Later aunty will give Rose's name if aunt and Om White have a daughter." Instantly, Rose instantly nodded her thumb.

"Dada Om, auntie, Opa," Rose goes first. The girl turned around and ran back to where her bike was parked.

"The opa? Do I look old, Mah?" Papa Sabda touched his jaw and cheek. Why should she be called Opa, while Mama Nuri called aunt from earlier.

"Still young," said Mama Nuri. "20 years ago she meant," he continued, holding back laughter just as Airi and White also held back laughter.

"Both this," muttered Papa Sabda as she continued walking while holding Mama Nuri's arm.

This morning, the cemetery looks quite crowded despite the hot weather. The average person carries an umbrella to make it a little more shady. Arriving there, they took a position in the middle between eating Mama Yulia and Dennis. Mama Nuri divided the two flowers they had bought and then put Dennis and Mama Yulia to eat.

While Airi, she led White's hand to touch the headstone.

"This is your father's tomb" Papa Sabda told the newspaper. White placed a rose that had been given Rose under the headstone.

"Well, I'm sorry White just got here today. This is White's wife, her name is Airi." White pulled in front of their hands. He was showing his father. Earlier this morning, White had told me about her not being Papa Sabda's son.

"It's eating White's biological father" Papa Sabda told Airi. "And the one next door, White's grandmother's grave." Airi nodded in understanding because White had told her everything.

The four of them then prayed fervently' there.