Garden Benches
Abah and Ummah

Abah and Ummah  

The road is not always smooth, but we are given a way to choose and avoid, so we can still walk to the destination.

After dawn, Mother and Bik Nah have prepared all the supplies that want to be brought to the house of Abah and Ummah in Bantul. This weekend, he both wanted Ghifa to vacation at Abah and Ummah's house. Of course, I can't refuse. 

Agung also has not given any news about Citra. My chat last night to him hasn't been answered. All I can do now is tell Ardi about my agenda today, and wait.

I open wa Ardi, on.

[Ar, we're going to Abah and Ummah]

[Now, Gie?]

[Yes, just refuse. So let's have some time, we leave early in the morning]

[Ohhh, okay. Then, Citra?]

[I've been asking Great about Citra since last night. But there is no answer]

I continued typing a message.

[Please if you have any news about it, let me know.] 

[Okay]

[Trims]

I closed my salary and then I put it in my shirt pocket. Some stuff I've been ready to start carrying out and I put it in the trunk of the car.

Ghifa is busy clutching her teddy bear, some days our little girl looks lethargic, Laras. Several times he asked Mama Citra. No wonder he hasn't seen each other in nearly two weeks. Usually at most two days, the image will come. Accompany him to play, read a picture story until he fell asleep during his nap. I have not seen Citra more often, only the stories I have gotten from Ghifa's tiny lips.

And at this time, I can not explain, if later in the future Mama Citra will rarely dress up again.

“Aya?”

“Ya, babe?”

Keep my little girl in a sling. When Mom and Bik Nah had walked out, there was nothing left.

“Mama Citra not coming?”

He asked expectantly looking at me fixedly, 'why am I so groggy to be looked upon by Ghifa?'

“No dear .. Mama New image busy.” The mother answered, opening the car door.

“Busy?” those clear, round eyes were still fixed not switching from my face.

“Iya, later if it is not busy, we contact yes,” rayuku.

Ghifa nodded uninspiredly. Hut the back door for her, bik Nah already sitting on the other side. The tiny heart-shaped pillow in the lap of Bik Nah is ready for its place to lean. Mother looked at me meaningfully when I was already holding the wheel.  Clapping my shoulders without saying anything.

During the trip, Ghifa went back to sleep. Unlike usual, he did not hear his passionate chatter, asking everything he saw enthusiastically. I began to worry, just a moment ago I felt Ghifa's body slightly warm.

“Partra wedding token, Gie?” ask Mom after a while. We just crossed the Congot Bridge, as the provincial boundary.

“Saturday, Mom. The day after,” I replied slowly.

“Oh, how are you planning, come with Mom and Ghifa?”

Mother's bargain is flat, I know Mom's trying to be as neutral as possible to keep my feelings. I'm nodding.

“It's best so, Buk.”

“Bik Well can come, Den?” suddenly Bik Nah replied from behind in a pleading tone. My mother and I laughed lightly.

“Bby .. Bik, however Citra is part of our family. I'm sure, Citra also expects the arrival of us all.”

“Thank you, Den. Bik Nah kangen same mbak Citra,” said Bik Nah sincerely.

“Same, Bik. Ghifa must be kangen. Every day it goes on, right Gie?” Mom rubbed my shoulder again.

I can only nod. The rest of me was just a listener during the trip, I tried to stay focused at a pace on the streets that were gradually crowded. The day began to emit bright light. From the upper spy, I saw Ghifa looking to wipe his eyes and then sit dumbstruck. Bik Nah gave her milk, the little girl looks sip it.

Travelling almost two hours, Abah and Ummah's house is not far away. Take the wheel into the courtyard of a house with two manga near the gate. Abah and Ummah are seen waiting on the terrace.  He was both seen moving when our car entered the courtyard.

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

“Waalaikumsalam.

“Ghifa is beautiful..” Abah tried to hold Ghifa, but the little girl refused.  Ordinary like that at the beginning of the meeting, selling expensive.

Ummah and Mom exchanged greetings. Bik Nah was busy bringing out the souvenirs brought, while the two bocils greeted me cheerfully.

“Om Gielang!” Rinto and Rani scramble to kiss the back of my hand, having previously done the same to Mom and Bik Nah. Kuraih Ghifa who still looks lazy into a sling.  Rinto and Rani start teasing him, Mas Dikto and Mbak Dewi are seen waiting while smiling widely.

“How are you, Gie?” Mas Dikto hugged me warmly, Madam Dewi patted my shoulder.

“Alhamdulillah good .. mbak, mas,” 

We stepped into the house, Mother was busy talking with Abah and Ummah in the living room. Bik Nah followed the Mother Goddess inside while carrying the luggage.  I sat on the wide front porch, Ghifa still holding her tiny hand around my neck, while the other hand held her teddy bear.

“Ayook Main Ghifa!” take Rani, Rinto smiled widely beside her. His eyeballs swirled around tempting Ghifa.

“Ghifa want to play?” soft ask.

This beautiful curly-haired little girl in my arms did not answer. He looked down, his face without a smile, his eyes staring intently on guard.

“Why dear? Still sleepy huh?” greet Dikto while rubbing Ghifa's hair. Ghifa avoided widening her eyes dislike. But Ghifa's attitude actually made Mas Dikto and his two children laugh.

“Hahaha, Ghifa is fierce!” Rinto, a seven-year-old boy, looked back and saw his father being hit by a girl as small as Ghifa.

“Hihihi, Ghifa funny …. Ihhhh!” Rani pinched Ghifa's cheeks with both hands, unconcerned by Ghifa's still fierce gaze.

“Cipikkk...., play with Kak Rinto and Kak Rani yes.?” my rayuku.

“What? Cipatkk?” Rinto laughed louder, and it seemed that he had more and more ingredients to tempt Ghifa. Mas Dikto even broke his nose to not laugh too hard. But Rani, who is two years older than Rinto, takes another position.

“Cipikkk play with brother Rani, yokkk...” persuade it soft. Ghifa looked at her cousin's sister.

“Sister Rani has lhoo pony doll.” Ghifa's eyes glowed, her arms hanging around my neck.

“Ayaa ..”

“Ya, darling. Ghifa want to play with Rani?” tanyaku and Ghifa nodded slowly.

“Bby..” I took Ghifa down from my lap, her hands still clutching her doll. But Rani was no less resourceful, he reached out his hand holding one hand Ghifa and invited him down to the yard.

On the right side of the courtyard, there is a garden with a circle-shaped pool of two meters in diameter and a fountain in the middle. Near the pool was a round swing, and Rani took Ghifa there.

“You want to be here, boy?” ledek Mas Dikto while pressing back Rinto's nose is sharp. The little boy put his lips together and ran after his brother and Ghifa.

I laughed softly looking at her irritated face. Dikto loved his son.

“Where is the project Mas? Fast road?” ask me while leaning my back.

“Alhamdulillah .. is good, the property business is growing rapidly at this time. How's your job, Gie?” Dikto asked back.

“Yeah, bias Mas. Know for yourself, we civil servants only do tasks according to tupoksi, if you want to innovate well beyond that.”

“Just be grateful, Gie. The important thing is that we work well, Insha Allah will return to us well.”

“Aamiin .. Yes, Mas.”

Mbak Dewi came carrying many glasses containing warm drinks in brownish red.

“Let's drink wedang uwuhya, this soon!”

“Thank you, Ma'am.”

“Where is the beautiful Ghifa?”

“That's Mbak, play with Rani and Rinto ..”

“Ooh, already want to be invited down?”

Ma'am Dewi looked towards the garden, her face looked relieved.

Drrttt

Drrttt

“That HP Voice, Gie?” Dikto reminded me.

“Eh, yes. Sorry excuse me, Mas.”

I took the device in my shirt pocket. Since leaving earlier it turns out that many incoming Ardi messages that I have not read and several missed calls from Agung who entered.

Before reading Ardi's message, I dialed the Great's number. One ringing, directly lifted across, Agung's voice immediately nyerocos without greeting.

“Gie, where are you?!”

“What's up, Gung?”

“Citra ..”

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