Gannaya, My Adore
The Soft, Honey.

"Have you not had your mules yet?" ask Ammar.

"Not yet, Bang." Gana shakes. Ammar nodded, then stroked Gana's stomach which was still plain without being covered by a piece of cloth. They just finished a love ritual. Gurgle unparalleled pleasure. His breathing was still a mess. Sweat floods the face, the neck down to the chest.

The air in the room was hot, the house was dark. There is no light, because the electricity goes out again. Only use outboard petromax lights that hang on the wooden walls of their homes.

Ammar and Gana get dressed. In order for Gana not to overheat, Ammar who had finished wearing clothes and then got up from the mattress to open the window of the room so that the wind from outside could enter for a while. The night wind is not good especially now it is 22:00 pm. But how else, they're hot.

"Take Rora's blanket, Bang." Her son's blanket looks sagging. Ammar hastily raises Rora's blanket to the chest. Rora sleeps in a separate bed between Gana and Ammar. The Ammar made itself out of wood. All the sides of the bed were well awake, so Rora would not fall.

"Want to drink?"

"Yes, Bang." replied Gana. The pregnant woman lay back on the bed after she finished wearing the sarong.

Ammar passed to the dining table to fill the glass with water from the teapot.

Srrt .

With a quick movement Ammar turned towards the back door of the house. It was like hearing someone's footsteps in his garden.

Ammar stepped slowly towards the door. His heart immediately beat fast. What he feared was not demons or subtle-creatures, but humans who tried to do evil.

And.

Crick.

The back door of Ammar was wide open.

"HEY! WHO'S THAT??!" shouted Ammar. When his eyeballs accidentally caught the black silhouette lunging into the weeds surrounding the saung.

Feeling wrong, instead of directly locking the door, Ammar even more challenged. He grabbed an iron club that he accidentally put in the kitchen. Taking him to accompany caught the black silhouette, which he felt was a thief.

"Let's get you out! I know you're a thief!" shouted Ammar. The man was in the middle of a dark garden. If Ammar continues to challenge, he will surely die now.

Ammar thinks they are thieves who must be exterminated.

"LET'S GET OUT! WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Ammar is challenging.

And it's been five minutes of squawking. A little step here and there to comb around the garden. Ammar found no one.

"Dumbass! Could have run away." decak Ammar annoyed. There was no choice for him to go back inside the house and lock it tightly. His soul is still attached. That man has already spent a lot of lives. Then for such a thing as catching a thief, he would not be afraid.

Because it's been waiting too long for Ammar. Gana to sleep. Ammar entered the room with a glass of water that he first placed on the dressing table. He walked towards the window that had just opened but immediately Ammar closed again. Fears of that black silhouette would appear on the window.

After and in a sense of security. Ammar crawled up onto the bed that was not flickering. He wiped the sweat that was still stuck around his wife's forehead then in the kiss. "Drink first, Deck." he said.

Gana blinked her heavy eyes and finally agreed to her husband's titahan. He received a glass of water that Ammar thrust, and drank the contents to the end.

"Kok Abang kayak engos-ngosan that?" gana asked as she rubbed the remnants of wetness on her lips.

Ammar's heart was still beating uncharacteristically considering that he had almost caught a thief who wanted to sneak in the area of his house.

"Nothing. Now I am sleeping." Ammar tried to quell his anxiety.

Gana nodded and went back to sleep. He hugged Ammar's chest as usual. And at this time, it was Ammar's turn who could not sleep. He will be awake until morning. Not until the black silhouette hit his house.

"Who are they? A thief? Or---?" instantly Ammar eyeballs buy. His chest was back in a tight roll. He was afraid that what was now in his head would come true.

"Astagfirullah, O Allah" he was afraid. He approached Gana strongly and turned to look at Rora. "Protect us .." he said. It was as if I could read who the black silhouette was.

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Ammar could not sleep until morning. And after morning came, he still could not close his eyes. The contents of his heart branched, guessing who the black silhouette was. Because almost three years of living in this house, Ammar never get events like last night.

"Mr ... Pa ... Baaaaaaaaaa!" Rora is seen standing by herself near the inner shop window.

"Smooth dong called him, son. Pops ..." Ammar taught Rora not to call him in a loud tone.

Two figures who turned their backs but seemed to be talking to each other. The smart boy followed his father.

"Papaaaaaaaaaaa.." It's getting louder. Ammar chuckles. He still raised his head up, draping sachet coffees to line the rope that stretched in the shop.

"The gentle dong, dear. Pops ..." Ammar repeated again by exemplifying his shahdu tone.

Without Ammar knowing, Rora had managed to tear the flour plastic and play the contents on the floor. His face and body were all gone.

"Papa ..." Rora could finally call out to him in a gentle tone.

Ammar smiled happily.

"Keep now try to call Mama. Mama ..."

"Mamaaaaaa ..." Rora repeated again.

"Loh, that's it. I could call Papa soft. Kayak earlier, son." now Ammar is cleaning up the cigarettes in a small storefront that is above a large storefront facing the front of the street.

"Mrs ... Let's try repeating, son." Ammar was not afraid to teach the child.

Rora seemed to be laughing to herself. Playing wheat flour that has been scattered. He peppers all over the skin of his hands, feet and hair as short as Gana.

"Betting coffee." Maili, suddenly nongol. It shocked Ammar half alive. Eh?

Seeing Ammar rubbing his chest, Maili laughed. "So yes, Daeng. Coffee items."

"Have breakfast yet? Early morning coffee?" ask Ammar.

"I don't like breakfast, Daeng. Sukanya. Daeng Gana's been making fried yet?" Gana does like to make fried bananas, jackfruit, bakwan or tempe that he put in the stall. And the variety of fried foods made is famous for delicious. In the shop, Gana always prepares hot water in a thermos, in order to brew coffee, tea or popmie. This shop belonging to Gana is indeed complete.

Ammar shook his head while tearing the sachetan coffee that dangled down. "Holiday first. Preparation of the lahiran."

"Oh, yes. Go ahead, Daeng."

"Aamiinu. Thanks Mail."

Ammar opened the coffee from the wrapper to put it in a plastic glass which he then flush with hot water. All his life, never did he make coffee like this for a cloth person even for himself. Ammar is always served like a sultan at home. Residents here would not have expected, if Ammar and Ganaya are very respected people in Jakarta. Fears and is afraid.

"Thank you, Daeng." said Mail who then passed while carrying a glass of coffee from his stall.

Just wanted to turn the body to put money in the back window. Ammar immediately shouted because he was surprised to find Rora who suddenly anteng, turned out to be playing flour. Even now his hand is trying to open the plastic kilo oil.

"Astagfirullah Papa's son really!" Ammar forcibly took the kilo oil from Rora's hands.

Not sulking or crying. The boy laughed. "Papaaaaaaaaaa." she exclaimed in a loud tone. Back again like the beginning, as if his deaf Papa could not hear.

"Your mother must be angry." Ammar took a tissue to wipe the face of Rora who was white because of the flour that stuck. The boy had taken a bath and was perfumed.

Busy cleaning Rora, Ammar turned his head inside the house when he heard the sound of plates falling more than twice.

Prang

Prang

"Oh Allah, Gana ..."

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