Garden Benches
Time Netting

Time Netting

If only time could I have netted, then I would have put in all the most beautiful moments, and I fixed all the events, moments, I was a step.

Ardi immediately pulled the dining chair and sat there seriously. Bik Nah thrust a steaming cup of milk coffee in front of the grondong youth.

“Coffee, Mas Ardi.”

“Still Bik Nah.”

“Sama-sama, Mas. Bik Well stay first,”

Pamit Bik Nah after putting a plate of pandan brownies near the Ardi cup.  I pulled the chair in front of Ardi then looked at him in a waiting position. Ardi sipped the fragrant coffee in session, put it back. Then focus on looking at me.

“Agung yesterday to Citra's house, you remember her Grandmother's neighbor with the Citra family.”

I gulped my lemonte, while waiting.

“Agung says, HP Image seized Anton!”

“What? Why so? Don't overdramatize Ar,” my whistle.

“You are yes, this is the word Agung not me who fabricate!”

“OK, continues? Why would Anton do that?”

“He said, for Citra to focus on this wedding, Gie.”

I'm speechless. Plays dew on my flat glass.

“Know not?”

“Ngak, what?”

“Eat him first!”

“Iyaaa, quick I wait for this, don't cut into pieces!”

“Bawel!”

“Huhhh!”

“Ayaaa ..”

With a voice, Ghifa came running.

“Yes, Cipikkk?”

“Kok Mama Citra come here, Yaaa?” ghifa asked as she grabbed my arm. I lift my little girl up on my lap. His face needs answers, looking at me with full eyes.

“Emmm, maybe Mama Citra just busy, dear.” Entertained.

“Oohhh, we play to Mama Citra only, Aya!”  his proposal was carefree, his eyes twinkled with light, nodding his head tightly until his curly hair swayed up and down.

“Tomorrow yes, Dad asked first Mama Citra,”

“Yeeee! Yes, Yes, Yes!” ghifa cheers as she slid down from the lap, I nodded. Ghifa then prepared to run back into the living room, only one step he turned around.

“Sama Adam also , yes Ayaa...” whining.

“Iyaaa..”

“Yeee ... yeee ..!”

Ghifa's carefree cry broke the silence. Ardi chuckled in front of me.

“Rasain you! How did you contact Citra?” ledek Ardi's.

“You must not make me more guilty Ar, continue what Anton told me!” my door.

Ardi drank his milk coffee a mouthful. Then he came back to tell.

“Cerita Citra on Agung. Anton wants nothing to think of Citra except her marriage, so now Citra simply cannot communicate with friends.  You know that invitation that's now been spread, actually Anton made it a month before. Only Citra still refuses, that's why Citra's parents want to meet you, Gie.  But then Citra can no longer quibble, after that.”

Obviously I'm overwhelmed.

“So right, my naivety makes Citra unable to have her own opinion at this time?”

“So, this marriage is also very smelling matchmaking, both their parents strengthen to be held immediately. “

“But why?”

“Why what?”

“Why didn't Citra say no, if she didn't like it?”

“Task yourself, if it's only Citra that can answer!”

“Help me, Ar. During these three years I have never talked about any taste issues with Citra, but let it go. It will be hard, let alone Ghifa..” 

“Always, it's always the awareness that comes before the breakup.” Ledek Ardi while spending drinks in his cup.

“I just don't want, my silly attitude to be the cause of someone's unhappiness.”

“I tried to ask for help Agung, could not arrange your meeting.”

I let Ardi back to busying himself with his dress.  Meanwhile, the dew hanging on my glass was completely carried away by the hot air.

***

Sorenya Ardi invited me to meet Anton at the promised place. At first I refused, afternoon is my time to meet you, Laras. There should be a little time, until I can still meet you today before evening is over. 

Meanwhile, Ghifa did not want to part with Adam, until he followed when Lidya and Ardi pleaded. I leave it to Lidya, the boy will still rebel, if his will is forbidden. Be the moment Ghifaku spends his afternoon bobbing beside Adam, Lidya's flourishing baby boy. When I came to pick him up.

“Ayok, we're leaving now!”

“Ghifa?”

“Sleep ... relax, he's safe here.”

I glanced at the middle room. Foam mattress with a thickness of 30 cm spread in front of the rack contains a wide flat screen TV. Ghifa curled up embracing the green caterpillar-shaped bolts. His sleeping position was facing Adam who was sleeping with his arms and legs outstretched. Two adorable Balls. 

“Dik..”.

Call Ardi in a medium tone. From inside the room, I saw Lidya coming out still using mukena.

“Yes, Mom? So leave now?”

Ardi nodded as he put his black jacket together. Both of his arms tightly crinkled shut the wrists.

“Iya, Dik. we make a two-hour appointment at the home of his grandmother Agung.” 

“Yaudah, be careful, greetings to Agung and Citra if you meet.” Said Lidya while throwing a glance at me.

“Siiiaaap!”

My mouth raised its thumbs up, and then stepped out.  I still hear Ardi saying goodbye to Lidya.

“Depart first yes.”

I saw from the corner of my eyes, Ardi reached out the hand that Lidya greeted with by kissing the back of her hand. Then the young man replied by peeping Lidya's forehead. Fuck up! So remember when that habit also became my routine when you still have Laras, ah like just yesterday the sweet events we passed.

“Asaalamua’alaikum!”

Ardi sat on the splint, waving his right hand, while his left hand patted my shoulder to be ready to depart.

“Waalaikumsalam!”

Lidya's hand delivered our departure.

My black matic drove. Lucky gray clouds occasionally tiring close the blazing sun. The wind was blowing along the way, so we were so enjoying, pleased with each other's thoughts.

Deliberately turn my duaku wheels down the alternative road connecting between districts. Split the paved road in the middle of the rice field during the day at moderate speed. No need to rush, the travel time only ranges from 20 minutes with an average speed.

“Where is Grandma's house located?”

I asked when I had started to enter the center of the district, precisely when stopped at a red light. Rumah Citra is only a few meters from there, taking the direction to the right of the intersection.

“You've never been there, huh?”

I'm shaking.

“Oh, yes at that time, when there was an event at Grandma's place, you did not come.”

“He. At that time I was driving Mom to Jakarta,”

“Ya, yes. From Citra house just straight.  Two alleys away, a large house with a large courtyard. It used to be the color of the house paint is light green combination with dark green and white. Not now.”

Ardi exclaimed in my ear, trying to beat the sound of the truck driving as the red light turned green.

I turned my bike to the right. My heart rippled, a few meters to the front of the Citra house will be passed. Seen the vehicle out of the gate of Citra house. I'm riveted. 

“Straight, hold Gie! Don't stop!” jolt Ardi, as my gas pull starts to loosen. 

“Iyaaa ...” sahutku exasperated.

Unimpaired corner of my eyes wild to find out. At home Citra seen the tent has been upright mounted, widened into a wing on the right left pendopo, as well as the front. While at the two gates have been decorated with the establishment of the king's banana on both sides. The banana was still wrapped in a white sack. While deep inside, the mopaminan decorations are being decorated.

“Awas, Gie! Don't moan!” jakak Ardi is back.

My motor runs sideways because my vision is not focused forward, luckily I had time to turn the handlebar to avoid the ditch on the side of the road.

“Straight! Two more aisles!” the command of the gondrong-haired young man behind me no matter what I was thinking.

'Isn't it still a week away? Why is the preparation as if it is approaching H-3? Don't-don't?'

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