Garden Benches
Men - men

Men - men

People can only look at us from the outside. Very few can dive into the heart. So there is no need to force everyone to understand, there are times when understanding others is the best step.

I dialed the number on the device, fretting through my heart. The house was empty when I got home, No Mother, Ghifa and Bik Nah were invisible.

Twice the ringtone, a new call is raised DKI across.

"Goddessa, Gie. What's up?"

"Valayevansalam ... Mother where?"

"Ooh, sorry I forgot to tell you. Today Mother's school has accreditation activities, so Mother came home a bit late in the afternoon... "

"Oh yes Mom, I keep the condition yes, don't be tired."

"Yes... Yesaa... "

"But then where is Ghifa? It's an empty house, ma'am."

I retraced the side yard, who knows Bik Nah took Ghifa for a walk. But the big house was still quiet.

"Oohh was the image of Mother's permission, would invite Ghifa and Bik Nah to his house...."

I jerked.

"What Mom? To Citra's house?"

"Yes, about one hour earlier, he called,"

"Judah then, I'll follow you, Bi...."

Reply doubt.

"Yes just followed, Gie. So you're in touch with the Citra family."

Deg

"Yes, I'll continue my work at this school, yes, you'll soon follow Ghifa to Citra's house, Gie ... Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum... "

The phone broke, my heart was troubled erratically, To Citra's house?

Waduh, how is this. I haven't been to Citra's house since I graduated High School. As I recall once twice, there was back in High School with a classmate. Oh yeah last time the reunion, when I was in college.

I hesitated, I entered a deserted house without the chirping of Ghifa. I put my backpack on the desk, then get ready to take a shower and change.

No word from Citra, 'Do I need to ask her first?'. But I never started a chat with him. I'll just send a reply to the question he sent first.

I couldn't ask Bik Nah, because the old man didn't hold HP. 'Did I ask Ardi to ask when Ghifa came home?', Ahhh .. I will only be ridiculed by the young man.

Kulirik again my salary no notification from Citra. But almost half an hour passed, and no soft roar of the metalic entered the courtyard.

Right too, waiting for it made a sigh in the chest. Is this what girls also feel when waiting for certainty from the idol? I don't know. But my steps rushed towards the four-wheeled black guy. I took him out of the garage, left the yard to a place I still remember the way.

***

Citra House is adjacent to a large building store, where his family opened a business. Located on the main road close to the sub-district office. In front of the house building there is a pendopo where guests receive. From the pendopo to the mother house is connected with a kind of corridor on the left overgrown with flowers perdu. That was about 6 years ago.

It was a class reunion, when I was 6th semester. And I knew you by then, Laras. Since I remember I didn't enjoy it very much, if it wasn't for Great approaching me at home, I would definitely not have left.

Towards the Citra house is only about 20 minutes from home. The journey is straight, paved road crossing the provincial road that connects the southern lane, towards the district road. Drive to the left of the intersection, where two convenience stores are located opposite. A distance of 50 meters from there, Citra house is located.

Put the black one over, right behind the red car that was lying on the outside of the fence.

My breath is heavy, why does my heart become clumsy? I took my feet hesitatingly into the courtyard. In the pendopo I saw two men talking.

"Assalamualaikum.." I hesitated to climb the pendopo stairs.

"Waalaikumsalam.." answered the two men while turning towards me his gaze probed.

I extended my hand to greet the two while smiling, even though both eyes were looking at me full of question marks.

"Emmm ...

sorry ..."

Not finished I asked, I saw my little girl running through the corridor connecting the pendopo and the mother house. Behind her Bik Nah followed, while behind her again. Seen Citra carrying napan containing drinks and snacks.

Ghifa seemed to be playing stealthily behind the towering leaves of the love wave. His laughter echoes cheerfully,

Yesss

My heart feels peaceful. I'll run right away to empty it.

When I looked at Citra, her beautiful face looked shocked. His two black eyebrows became completely cluttered. But then her smile widened, making her cheeks blush.

"Partner... "

I turned my gaze toward the direction Ghifa was hiding in. I call his name by a long word.

"Ghiiifaaa ...!"

My little girl jumped in shock, then jumped up and flaunted her white teeth. Both hands were raised up, until his thick curly hair and began to sway long.

"Yes ... Aya ..." I held him in my arms.

"Halllo, beautiful ... Why don't you just say it..."

My jaw on Ghifa's chubby cheeks. From behind the leaves of the wave of love, Bik Nah poking then approached.

"I'm sorry, Den. Bik Nah not saying goodbye, but said neng Citra, already saying goodbye Mother,"

Bik Nah explained with a slow intonation. Nodding my head.

"It's okay, Bik ..."

Meanwhile, I heard one of the men sitting in the guest chair of the long large wooden hunk ask.

"Who is he, Cit?"

His tone sounded piercing, trying to pry suspiciously.

"Ohh he's Gielang, Ghifa's father .." replied Citra casually.

"Oh, he's Gielang, that widower, isn't Cit?"

"Well, why, Ton? Is something wrong?" heard again the voice of flat image.

Kumengeryit, there was a dislike tone coming out of the mouth of the man called Ton by Citra. But I try to be relaxed.

"Hmmm ..."

"Come, drink it first Vid, Ton ..." Imagery is inviting, breaks stiffness. Then came the hooded girl peach calling.

"Gie! Here, someone wants to know this ..."

I turned my head, Ghifa grabbed Bik Nah to get off my sling, back running around the pendopo.

"Yes, I'm Gielang, Citra's friend!" I held my hands together a second time.

"Anton, man,"

"David, man,"

"It's nice to meet you" I nodded.

"Emm, I'm sorry Cit, I and Ghifa came home first huh, could you meet your mother's father?"

The image looked at me with a pleading look.

"Sit here, Gie accompany Anton and David to chat first" Citra said.

I looked at my watch. Four o'clock in seven minutes in the afternoon.

"Maybe another time, Cit. Emm ..." I got the mother house. Slender.

"Father just came out, I called mommy first ... ,"

The image then rushed inside, I approached Bik Nah to pack. Two minutes later Ibu Citra came together.

"Sorry buk, I beg you to say goodbye, sorry Ghifa has been troublesome," said I takzim while reaching for Mother Citra's hand.

"Oh, boy Gie, why the rush? His father Citra wanted to chat with Nak Gie you know .." disappointed tone sounded.

Deg

"Sorry, maybe next time Mom, we visit again" I replied.

"Yes, be careful, son. We wait you know .." Ibu Citra's message is soft but full of pressure.

My chest rippled, especially when Citra could not be seen looking at me from beside her mother standing up.

I immediately beg you to say goodbye, kubopong Ghifa who was busy waving his hands, while crying out cheerfully. Citra and her mother took turns to kiss my little girl. Even our faces were so close, because when Citra pushed her face into Ghifa's cheeks, one of my little girl's hands was coiled around my neck.

Glekk

Perfumed bush, when accidentally my nose touched Citra's veil. I removed the swish that had come, by stepping back and rushing down the pendopo stairs. Not forgetting to nod at the two men who were still sitting in the guest chair, their brows furrowed when they heard Ghifa exclaim.

"Da ... Ma .. ma ...,"

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