COOLDER
QUESTION 2: NOT A BIG THING

Bathing is the second most beautiful thing after reading a book—in my opinion. I entered the room, closed the window curtains because it was night. No PR usually accumulates on the table— waiting to be worked on. I checked my phone while sleeping in bed, wanted to make sure and find out when school would start again.

"Amed..." Someone whispered to me. I turned my head, seeing Kak Reza already standing on the sidelines of the door that slightly opened—entah since when, I was not aware.

"What Brother?" I turned off my phone because there was no need to play it. "Will I worry about that problem?" I asked while raising an eyebrow.

"It's not that problem anymore" Reza explained as she walked into the room. "Now I want to go down. I'm waiting for Mama, make dinner." His hand pointed towards the door, telling me to have dinner together immediately.

We both took turns down the stairs. Mom sat down in front of the dining table. Mama serves a special meal for tonight, there is fried rice Mama's cooking. My favorite food that's been almost a month Mama didn't make.

"The kids are sitting here." Mama's hands took the dishes, poured rice and side dishes for both of us. Me and Brother Reza received a plate, we sat down opposite—I sat next to Mama.

"Dad hasn't come home yet?" I opened a dinner chat.

"Dad's still busy with the project." Mama explained while sighing. I know the feelings of Mama who often left Dad because of his busyness.

"Is the project still the same Ma?" ask Reza. Mama nodded slowly as her hand picked up the side dish.

"Dad is still working on the same project from a long time ago dear," explained Mama. We nodded in understanding hearing Mama's explanation. It has been about two and a half years since the project was created and run by his father and fellow scientists.

"Daddy didn't tell me when Ma's done?" tanyaku while scooping special fried rice made by Mama.

"Not said anything at all, but yesterday Dad said that there was something very special this week" Mama said, "but I didn't give you any more explanation at all" he said.

"Maybe I want to show you the results of his work for many months Ma" said Kak Reza. Mama just shrugged her shoulders, then continued scooping the rice.

The dishes were neatly arranged with glasses and tablespoons that I just washed. I walked out of the kitchen room, approaching Mama who was sitting on the sofa. "Wanna wait for Daddy to come home?" My mother nodded towards me with a smile. "Amed immediately followed Kak Reza aja son. Take a break, it's too late now." Mama rubbed my head while wiping the hair that hit my eyes.

"Mama wait is the same as sleep. don't be forced, than Mama is sick," I said. Mama nodded once more, reassuring. I'm afraid if Mama gets sick like a week ago because of lack of rest, as a result all the homework is messy because everyone is not used to doing their job.

The lights on the second floor had already started to dim, only a few were lit. Reza's sister has slept on her stomach in a state of bolsters and pillows that are already under the floor, a sign that she has fallen asleep.

I entered the room— pulled the blanket, the room lights I've turned off unnoticed. The darker it will be comfortable and quiet for me, also healthy said the doctor.

...***...

Sunday morning, December 18th, 2016. Seven days after that tense dream, our family prepared to go to accompany Miko to the race. All the equipment should be in the bag to be carried. The list I gave you last night is all checked.

"Is it all kids?" Dad went up to the 2—th floor making sure Me and Brother Reza really brought everything necessary.

"It's all supposed to be Well," explained Kak Reza— closing the zipper bag, one by one. I carried one of the bags down the stairs, and arranged it in the living room.

I came back from the living room. "Sister Amed...." Miko ran from the direction of the living room and hugged me with a face that had been given makeup by Mama in such a way.

"Well...Miko," complained Mama saw the makeup of Miko's face half attached to my shirt. Everyone now looked towards Miko, laughing at Miko's now troubled face. "Pity Brother son, his clothes are dirty now," Mama explained—pulling Miko away.

"Gapapa Ma's. Amed hasn't had a shower yet." I grimaced.

"Well, this hour hasn't taken a shower? There's a hunt for a bath, son, we've got to go, '" Dad said.

Dad paced around and put all the equipment that would be brought into the car. I hurried up and took a shower.

I returned to the 1st floor to help with the preparations. Wearing a home shirt and training pants was the suit I liked the most when I was a family errand boy, for example now. "How do you make Med's dress?" Brother Reza grumbled to see me wearing casual clothes.

"Udah is already gapapa. The artist is not us, but your sister, Miko," said Mama while walking out of the room—baru finished remake up Miko. Reza forgot about my appearance and continued to help Dad.

"It's all over, isn't it Dad?" Reza's sister patted her hand even though it wasn't dirty. "It's all the shit." Dad wiped the sweat coming out of his temple.

Dad got into the white 'Jeep' car and sat in the driver's seat. Me and Reza's sister were almost perfectly seated in the middle passenger seat, "You two brought Orange's dad's car!" exclaim Dad—his head turned back. "There's some stuff I put in there, because it doesn't fit in one car."

We got off my dad's Jeep. Reza went back inside the house to get the keys to the other car.

I love cars that have big bodies, but I also love classic cars. Dad used to be almost a car collector, but fortunately Mama can make Dad think twice, and make Dad just admire but not have.

Reza came back from the house. "It's better to ride this than Dad's Jeep."

"This is the brother who asked. Keep me on trying to make Brother." Brother Reza grimaced, combing hair using fingers.

I lay my back on the chair, Dad's car this one became my favorite because the seat is soft almost like a sofa at home.

"Lo's good to sit down Med, I'm kind of hard. You're not used to holding this car, Iw," said Kak Reza. The car goes backwards, starting out of the garage.

"Down Med!" Reza's sister pulled a transmission lever that pulled a little heavier than Dad's Jeep.

"Is the fence not closed? Just let it be?" Reza's sister opened the 'central lock' car. I opened the door down. Hurriedly pull the gate to avoid being left behind.

I went back up—Kak Reza lowered the transmission lever and made the car start walking following Dad's Jeep car from a distance.

"Udah 2 monthly approximately, I don't bring a car." I nodded to hear Brother Reza. Radio with Kak Reza, the same can fill a quiet atmosphere.

At 9 a.m., private cars and motorcycles filled the streets. Traffic lights alternately light up, giving each vehicle a chance to walk. It seems there are some people in a hurry for fear of being late to the office, and there are also those who casually sit down to enjoy coffee at the stall.

We are both getting closer to our goal. There were many street vendors along the street, like the bazaar in front of the house first. Seen a lot of children the age of Miko who had dressed up magnificent and funny, was buying snacks with his parents.

"Prepare to get off the Med." Reza's sister has opened the lock door.

" But Mama same Daddy doesn't look sister," said I—looked at the car window.

I got off first, towards the trunk of the car. Open the door and take down 3 bags filled with food and ....

"Sister... bag that contains Miko's shirt, isn't there?" My face paled instantly, the sweat immediately splashed on the temple.

Brother Reza ran from the front after hearing me. "Well, I can do it, I'll call Dad for a minute." Reza biting her lips in dismay.

"Hello Son." Dad's voice sounded loud from the phone, because it was around a crowded one. "Well, the bag with the clothes left at home. It's me mau—"

"Pick it now!" Brother Reza surprised—remove his ears. Dad snapped loudly on the phone.

"OK okay yeah." Reza immediately closed his phone, saying nothing and headed straight for the driver's door.

I got into the car and put on my seat belt, not wanting to add any more thoughts. Brother Reza's face looks pale since the father's clash earlier.

The car we were riding in was already driving on a crowded street. Reza was very focused on looking out at the street. The driven car drove relentlessly, breaking through every single flaw that was in front of him.

CIGITT!

Our bodies were both jolted forward, until my head almost hit the dashboard of the car. Seen from the glass, cars lined up. A very long jam was in front of our eyes.

"Well why it's stuck!" Reza's brother kicked the steering wheel, his face was now red. "Prophey brother, calm down." I held his shoulder, trying to make it as calm as possible in order to think clearly if anything happened.

WU!!!!

The sirens of ambulance cars split the density that was on the road. From the road in the opposite direction, pass four to three ambulance cars. Also followed by 5 fire engines.

"It doesn't feel good." Reza opened the window, saw the ambulance and walked over. "Try calling Mom, now."

I opened the phone, looked up the phone numbers of both of them on my phone. I immediately met Dad's number, I hurriedly called.

I bit my lips, heard a ringtone that was not lifted.

Twice the ringtone has not been lifted. I'm looking for the next number I should call. Mama should have lifted, no way not.

I repeat three times the ringtone. Mom and Dad could not be contacted.

I rubbed my face, trying to think.

"Puter back again Kak, we find out directly what's there!"

"We're gabisa everywhere now" Reza complained.

"Just wait for everything to finish Med." His head was sticking to the steering wheel. It's definitely true that Reza said, we were in a vehicle, and obviously couldn't be as flexible as when we were both on foot.

...***...

The car we were carrying was already driving on a crowded street. The jams have been reduced, not as dense as half an hour ago. The car can run, although not too fast. Reza did not stop pressing the car bell, telling the car in front to speed up the road as soon as possible. We walked a few meters, then we met the access to turn the direction.

We turned around, headed back to the race. Brother Reza did not give any reproach to calm down for a moment. He stepped on the gas pedal very deeply, making the car go fast breaking the deserted road.

Fortunately the trip we took was not far, it only took a few minutes to get to the Miko race.

Reza's sister reduced the speed of her car. Ambulance cars are parked neatly in the yard where the race, there are also new ones to come and park the ambulance they drive. We entered the car park, parked the car and rushed to get off.

I stopped one of the medics from running. "Excuse me ma'am, where are the evacuation victims?"

"The way to the West, there will be a yellow tent that stands. They, the victims we gathered there." The officer immediately ran back to outside— towards where the ambulance cars were parked.