Garden Benches
Ghifa's First Boxing

Ghifa's First Boxing

The memories swooped back down, pinching the narrowed recesses of my heart. Grievous of course. Don't ask me what it's like. Each of us has its own definition in describing.

The slapp!

My mouth opened to see Ghifa's movements.

“Cipiiikkk .. No!” 

Be late. I found out in front of me, Ghilman fell down. Ghifa's tiny right fist, followed by the thrust of both hands, brought down the seven-year-old boy. Ghifa's first fist turned out to be very powerful.

Rushing the boy got up from where he fell on the pavement, and got closer to Ghifa. His face flushed his eyes glared.

“Why did you hit me?!” Ghilman shouted, his hands clenched, his teeth curled.

“Ghilman keep your attitude! You can't yell, let alone hit a woman.” Prevent Ghilman's father while holding his son's shoulder. The little girl in her arms had moved into her mother's hands.

“He's started, Pa!” Ghilman won't lose.

“Ghilman ..., please, apologize back.” Persuade Ms Ghilman.

“Nmobile!” Ghilman was insistent, his right hand stroking the cheek of Ghifa's first former fist. Lt hurts?

While I was still stunned by the work of Ghifa, immediately crouched down to be in line with his height. I hugged the little girl with curls from behind.

“Ghifa, can't hit someone for no reason, let's apologize.” Bisiku.

But Ghifa actually put both of his arms to rack his waist. Woah, whose son is teaching him this stubbornness? Or is it talent from there?

“Ghifaaaa!” the sudden cry of a cry from behind my back made me turn my head. 

Kunthi rushed over to us. Almost two weeks after we came home from Citra's house at that time, he was no longer seen coming to riot.

Only occasionally said Bik Nah, they cross paths when playing towards Adam's house. Kunthi sometimes bought ice cream for Ghifa and Adam. But for two weeks, today I just met the girl with the light brown iris. Her long, plump eyelashes make both her eyes look big.

Ghifa turned towards him as if getting reinforcements.

“Tante Kunthiiiii.”

Everyone turned their heads, including Ghilman who looked surprised, maybe thought Aunt Kunthilanak.

“Why did you hit that boy, beautiful?” tanya Kunthi softened, as she lowered her body towards Ghifa.

“She's a brat, auntie!” point Ghifa at Ghilman. 

Everyone watched the two little children's affair while holding a smile. Ghifa's angry manner made her cheeks flushed red, her face look cute with her fierce face. 

“So he bumped into me and then mocked me by sticking out his tongue. I don't like it!” snapped it.

“Darling, sorry Brother Ghilman yes..” refer to Ms. Ghilman.

“Ayo Ghilman, give me your hand.” His father's wish is back. 

“But He hit me, Pa, Ma!” Ghilman Protests.

“Sayang .. Dik Ghifa has already given the reason why hit, he doesn't like you sticking out your tongue. You better not repeat that.”

Ghilman.

While I was still persuading Ghifa to lower his two stiff hands on his waist. This little barrel is really fierce. Kunthi grabbed Ghifa by the shoulder, whispering something I couldn't hear. Ghifa's eyes turned to look at Kunthi then lowered her hands slowly. 

Ghilman looked at that, then extended his hand in doubt. His left foot was slightly backward, just in case Ghifa would hit him back.

“Sorry ..”

“Hemm!”

Ghifa welcomed him as if not willing. Their hands clasped and were quickly fluttered by Ghifa.

“Come aunty!” invite Ghifa to grab Kunthi's hand to leave the place. 

I saw Kunthi holding him back and whispering back. Then Ghifa hesitated to approach Ghilman's parents. The small hand was outstretched, and Ghilman's mother immediately greeted him. Ghifa kissed the backs of their hands, with a slight smile on her back.

“Ghifa ... pinternya ..” praise Ms. Ghilman.

The rubbing of Ghifa's soft hair, then invited her infant daughter to shake hands with her. Ghifa smiled broadly stroking the cheeks of Ghilman's sister.

Ghifa turned her head while snorting and quickly threw her face back. His curly hair swayed following the rapid movements of his head. 

“Hahaha ..” we laughed together.

“It is not punched dear, but caressed.” Clear Desi.

“Excuse Ghifa, Ma'am, Mas ..” I regret.

“Not why, Mas Gie, his name is also children.”

“Call me Tikno, Tikno Januaryo. This is my wife, Desi Lestari. Sorry when we met, we didn't know much about it at the time, because work forced me to immediately return to my place of duty.” Tikno said as he extended his hand.

I greeted warmly, he patted my shoulder friendly.

“Can we ask for his phone number, Mas Gie? We have been here one week again. Just this month I was mutated, who knows we can continue the friendship.” Tikno's story in a hopeful yet warm tone.

I nodded, then pulled out my salary. We exchanged numbers and addresses. Throwing Ghilman's head, he looked up and smiled.

“Sometimes play to Ghifa's place, huh Ghilman. Ghifa must be happy.” The boy's forehead was wrinkled.

“Really?” tanyanya doubt.

We chuckled, looking at the horrified expression on Ghilman's face, his right hand stroking his chuby cheek. 

“Quiet, Ghifa won't do it again to you.” My promise.

Ghilman smiled, the eyes under those thick eyebrows twinkling. His nose was firmly fixed in the middle of the pull of his lips. His teeth were neatly lined up, the handsome boy nodded.

“Good son!” praise me while asking him to clap his palms.

“Tosss!”

Kulirik Ghifa pouted looking at me with Ghilman, but Kunthi's voice again made her attract a smile.

“Ghifa is beautiful, we toss also yok!”

Ghifa laughed, jumping back and forth while throwing her palm up. Then his head turned towards the Garden Bench.

“Ayaa .. come!” whining.

“Ghifa where are you going? Come Aunt anter.”

Kunthi's hand grabbed Ghifa's left hand and held her. Before it passed, Kunthi nodded towards Tikno and Desi.

“Mari Mbak, Mas,”

“Ya, yes ..please, thank you, da da Ghifa ..”

“Da .. da ..”

Ghifa waved her hand for a moment then pulled on Kunthi's hand inviting her to run.

I followed their steps with my eyes. Samar saw your silhouette in the Garden Bench. 

“Alright Gie, we also say goodbye first,” said Tikno.

“Insha Allah, we will be visiting soon.” Sahut Desi's.

“Thank you, we wait yes ..”

We smiled at each other, shook hands and waved each other before they headed for the car park.

My breath was slow, 'still always tight in the chest, Laras'. Every memory of that afternoon is reopened. Although the smile expands on the face, in fact the wound also expands in my heart.

This step feels bad, towards where you wait. Why does it feel like longing is never eroded, but it is getting layered?

I saw your smile there. Ghifa sat in the middle and was engrossed in telling you. And Kunthi? Kunthi stood glued in front of you with a confused look. His face looked shocked, his mouth that was always blabbing tightly clenched. He was capable, only of looking.

“Assalamaicum …. Ciipukk.”

“Ci-ci-pukkk? Who, Mas Gie?”

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