GENK DUDA ACUTE
7. The Azas of Balance and Democracy

Rio opened the door of his room and did not meet Jenni there. He threw himself in bed and closed his eyes. It was only 9 p.m. when he arrived at ruma. His three children had entered the room and he had a peek at the three had just fallen asleep under a polkadot-patterned sleeping lamp that rotated and bounced on the wall.

The door of the room opened and Rio guessed it must be Jenni who had just climbed into the room. His eyes were too heavy to open.

“Udah home.” Jenni's voice came closer. “Mandi first Pi,” said again.

“Too no need to shower can?” rio asked still closing his eyes lying crosswise on the bed with his arms outstretched.

Jenni, who was wrapped in satin pajamas, fell down next to her husband. He made Rio's arm a pillow.

“Where to? See the kids again?” Jenni lay on her side and hugged her husband. Still with eyes closed, Rio returned the embrace by rubbing his wife's arm.

“Iya .. meet children. Biasalah, which is actually it-that's all. I went to Beer Garden after checking out an outlet in Bekasi. Dean Nelfon asked to see you there. Emergency meeting said.” Rio chuckled at the thought of Dean coming straight out with a lime.

“What's funny?” ask Jenni. “Stories dong. Must be Dean .. let alone the mess he made?” ask Jenni.

“Not—no, this time it's not him. Toni.” Rio laughed again.

“Kalo I nanya, definitely not tau.” Jenni pinched her husband's stomach slowly.

Rio laughed and caught his wife's hand. “Do not know. That one that's also the problem. What matters is that we are all still within reasonable limits.” Rio's conscience is sometimes disturbed if you have to tell the ugliness of his best friend. On the other hand, he does not want Jenni's assessment of his friends will change.

“Toni how? Still?” ask Jenni.

“Still, still ‘said mami I’.” Rio laughed and rolled to the side pulling his wife in a hug.

“Kasian,” says Jenni. “Mami Toni is no longer married. Really love for Mr. Anderson.”

“Kalo I died, you marry again no Mi?” rio asked suddenly. Jenni, who had chuckled, now stopped looking seriously at her husband.

“What the hell, Pi ..” sergeant Jenni patted Rio's arm softly. “You know I'm Toni's mom, maybe I'll be like that. It's easier to get married when divorced than to die.” Jenni.

Rio poked his arm and stroked his wife's head. For a moment his hand stopped to fix Jenni's hair that was still tied loose behind the head.

“That means , Toni is still in love with Wulan. He is still in love, so he has not been able to start a new life with new people. For Toni, Wulan is always special. Unfortunately, Toni cannot make Wulan and her mother coexist in one house. Toni is less flexible for things like that,” said Rio.

“Similar to the state of Dean first yes ..” said Jenni.

“Dean youngest son, he's spoiled. But a long time abroad made Dean slightly lose his taste as the youngest child. He is more independent because he was separated from his family for a long time. Mr. Hartono also hard educated him. A few years studying abroad, create a different mindset Dean ama Toni who is of American blood but lives always with her mom here. Toni can't find herself when to be a boy and when to be a husband for Wulan. And .. Wulan is not married anymore either. Or at least that's the info we received.”

“That means all of you have always been following the news about Wulan?” jenni asked glaringly at Rio.

“Gak followed very much, but sometimes meet and chat. Last time I saw Wulan, she was a boy. Tumbens. Looking back, my feelings are a little bad. I think Toni will be gone forever. Wulan has moved on and Toni has not.” Rio still rubbed his wife's stomach gently.

“Toni can be heartbroken,” says Jenni. He really understands Tony. They have all been friends since he and Rio dated in 2nd grade High School. From then on, most of the time at the end of the Week she spent with Rio, was also with her friends.

Toni barely has a boyfriend before. He spends more time with them than dating a girl at school.

Jennifer is a classmate. His friendship with Dean, Sky and Toni began a month after he became a freshman at their school. Back then, Rio could be said to be in love with her first sight. Ever since they were dating, there had never been a significant problem. Their relationship was stable until they got married. And for the affairs of dating experience, Jenni is very minimal. There's hardly any at all. Rio was the first love to be her husband. Dating for nine years, enough to solidify his heart to accept Rio's proposal at that time.

Rio realized that Jenni always thought he was a straight husband and not much behavior. Indeed it is true, during marriage, he never messed around. To her Jenni was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Since High School, Jenni has always been calm. The son of a middle-aged businessman whose family is far from polemic. Almost the same as it. Perhaps many similarities that make them rarely argue let alone fight.

“I also kasian ama Toni,” said Rio. “I think I'd like to take advice to him. Want it to go to another first.”

“What's it like?” ask Jenni.

“Later for sure, I'll tell you everything. By the way ... before that, I want to ask permission to you dear Mami ...” Rio again stroked his wife's hair.

“What is it?” Jenni looks up.

“Next week, I nemenin Toni outing her office to Sukabumi can you not? With the other kids. Three days two malems,” said Rio whose hand rose slowly and gently massaged his wife's chest.

“The most activity is like that outbound. The three of us just nemenin Toni. He has no wife.” Rio pulled the knot of Jenni's pajamas until it decomposed and showed red tile lingerie.

“Promise not to macem-macem?” jenni asked whose hands were slowly unbuttoning Rio's shirt one by one. He was confident that Rio would not mess around. Since long ago, Rio had never praised another woman besides her. To him Rio was a true example of a family man.

“Promise ..” says Rio flicked Jenni's pajamas off his shoulder. His fingers crept slowly feeling the delicate satin that accentuated his wife's chest peak clearly.

“By no Mi ...?” ask Rio again.

“Bby ...” sahut Jenni with raucous voice. He closed his eyes and felt Rio's gentle kiss on his neck.

Gentle execution Rio thought. Permission is in hand. Stay how to wait for the fate of Dean who will certainly be careless if he knows that he has pocketed permission from Jenni.

Meanwhile, somewhere else the next day.

“Yes, you eat first. Let me carry Widi.” Dean took Widi from the lap of Winarsih who had just sat facing his plate.

“Begging to be carried by his babysitter, walk around the park for a while. You sit down to eat first,” pinta Bu Amalia on Dean.

“Udah—udah, it's okay. Let's get fat, before the youngest is over. Yeah, right Nak?” Dean lifted Widi up and kissed the baby's belly before then hugging her in front of the chest.

“Yes, Mama said. Ties to mbaknya for a while is nothing Mas .. This rice Mas already not hot anymore.” Winarsih pointed at the plate containing rice that had been scooped up since.

“You ate first it's okay. Later Mas's child in the stomach even sluggish. Eat aja Darling ..” pinta Dean advance location plate Winarsih.

“Yes already, I ate first ..” Winarsih said.

“Let's finish eating, we take the kids out yeah ..” said Dean then hummed and carried Widi around the dining room.

“Pak ... Mas don't like it,” whining Dita running hugging Dean's leg.

“What's not packed? Where's the Dirja?” dean asked crouching hugging the sulking Dita.

“This is all right,” said Dirja ran showing her two freshly picked orchid flower stalks.

“Anggrek Uti ..” muttered Bu Amalia glanced at the flower in Dirja's hand.

“Sorry Yes Uti,” Dean said. “Later replaced by his Father Dirja. What orchids do you want?” asked Dean with a serious look. Now his body has been possessed by three toddlers.

“Nothing,” replied Bu Amalia who had eaten that afternoon without her husband. Mr. Hartono is in Kalimantan with Irman, his assistant.

“Here is the same Mother ..” call Winarsih on Dita who is still pouting asking for flowers from her brother.

“No need—no need, his mother ate a lot. Saturday afternoon gini, my wife should relax.” Dean held Widi back and held Dita's hand. While Dirja holds the end of his shirt from behind.

Just now Dean walked a few steps, heard a call from Ms. Amalia.

“De ..”

Dean turned to look at his mother.

“Ya Ma?” dean looked at his mother.

“You asked permission where it came from?” ask Ms. Amalia.

“Ha?” Dean glanced at the look of his wife who was also throwing a gaze demanding an answer.

Until the age of the child, the mother is still a mother. Someone who will not forget the habits of his children.

To Be Continued