Hello Arvin!
Resembles

Nara stood awkwardly looking at the two men in front of her who were busy joking. Arvin does not look sour and stiff like when the Candra family ceremony. Even now he looks very comfortable, continues to smile and laugh. Maybe the family from her maternal side isn't too bad. But there was still fear in Nara's heart.

He's not preparing anything. Hand or something to carry. Makes her worry more. She recalls how Widia interrogated her, and accused her of not being a good woman because she was pregnant out of wedlock.

“This is my cousin. Distant cousin like.” Arvin said he introduced the man who had invited him to talk.

“Dilan.” He said with a smile shaking his hand. Nara was a little surprised to hear the name of a famous fictional character turns out there is a real version. “Long, Galih.” Continue again nosy. Nara could immediately see the resemblance between Galih and Arvin from her crisp sense of humor.

They entered the house. The atmosphere is comfortable and cool immediately felt when sitting in a living room that is not so spacious. Unlike the Aditama residence, which is usually luxurious. This house is simple but makes Nara's heart comfortable. Like back home.

“Mah, Enin, no Shaka nih.” Shouted Galih then walked towards the kitchen.

Nara stares confusedly at Arvin, “Shaka?”

“Arshaka.”

“Ah. How to call it?” Reply Nara. It was strange to hear Arvin being called by his middle name.

“Sundanese people used to not be able to call ‘V’ everything so 'P'. Arpin. I cried in SD because Enin called him that. So ugly.”

Nara could not help her laughter. Arvin is weird. Two do not like to look ugly, even though it is just a regular allergy that makes her skin flushed. Now he doesn't want to be called with a bad name. The weirdo cocky-ass!

Two women came out of the kitchen accompanied by Galih. One middle-aged woman with glasses pushed the grandmother who looked fragile and old. Arvin immediately kissed his second hand. Nara follows what Arvin did before finally sitting on the sofa back.

“Slave iyeu ni tara kadieu. Ngabarin is also married. Severe.” Said the woman with glasses. (This kid never came here)

“Sorry yes, Wa. I busy. The wedding is also simple.”

Arvin introduced the woman to him as his aunt, Arifah. While the grandmother who was in a wheelchair was the sister of Grandma Arvin. They greeted Nara kindly. Without the strange questions and interrogations that scared Nara.

“Enin really more beautiful?” Arvin asked seductively while sitting on the floor facing his grandmother in a wheelchair.

“Euh. Habits of the Shaka mah gombal.” Directional Protest.

Her grandmother simply smiled, displaying almost toothless teeth.

“Enin, Shaka already has a wife. Have children soon.” Arvin continued cheerfully, looking up and looking softly at his grandmother. Just like a child complaining. Nara had only seen Arvin for the first time like that.

“Saha?” Ask her grandmother rahu. (Who?)

Arvin clasped Nara's hand and told her to come closer. Nara sat on the floor with Arvin. Staring at his grandmother's face that was wrinkled. But the face looked friendly and happy when he saw Nara.

“Geulis menji. Jiga Neng Kartika.” (That's pretty. Kartika.) Said her grandmother stroking Nara's head “Nuju pregnant sabaraha moon?” (How many months pregnant?) Further.

“4 months, Nin.” Answer Arvin.

The five of them continued chatting casually. Nara feels more comfortable and well received here. Arifah me brings old photo albums and tells about the childhood of Arvin who often visited there when he was a child.

The photos are also displayed framed wood on the walls of the house. Marking the existence of Arvin living in their midst. Nara recalls Arvin's old room in her father's house, empty without her photos hanging and decorating the house. There's no trace of him there. Like its existence never existed from the beginning in the middle of the family.

Arifah took Grandma to her room to take her stroke medicine. While Galih prepares a motorbike that Arvin will borrow to take Nara for a walk. Leave them both in the living room.

Nara is still busy opening up a pile of old photo albums. It was interesting to see Arvin when he was a kid. Since long ago he looks handsome, more handsome than his other cousins. Nara became curious, would her son be similar to Arvin as well?

“This who?” Tanya Nara pointed to one of the female photos in the album. It looks so cute with a jeans jacket. Stylish as a teenager in the '80s. Below it is written Kartika Indrina (17 Years) using blue ink. Then remembered the name that was mentioned by Arvin's grandmother.

“Mama.” Answer Arvin fast. “Time is still young.”

Nara looked at the photo. It feels strange and familiar. The curvature of the lips formed his smile, his style, and his stature was reminiscent of someone. Himself. Although Nara did not say they were very similar. But Nara seemed to see herself in the photo.

Nara did not dare to look at Arvin. She went on to flip the page of the photo album, which featured more photos of Arvin's birth mother. Increasingly viewed. It felt as if Nara was getting more and more convinced, that the two of them had similarities. I don't know which part.

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Arvin borrows Galih's motorbike to get around and take Nara for a walk. Congestion makes Arvin lazy to use his car. He left it at Galih's house.

After buying two sprigs of chocolate and cheese-flavored Gempol bread, they sat on a bench under a shady tree near Gasibu. Seeing children chasing, playing, some people still exercise even though the sun starts to rise. Arvin also ordered an ice doger for the two.

Arvin said he was lazy to go to tourist attractions filled with people and traffic jams. He just wanted to walk around in the middle of the city without directions and sit when tired. Nara just followed, although a bit disappointed because of the purpose of vacationing there. But he didn't want to protest and just followed Arvin's will. After all Nara also does not know Bandung too well.

“Ngapain lo ngajakin to lo family home here?” Tanya Nara bit on a fragrant wheat toast filled with cheese chocolate.

“Let you get to know them.” Arvin said he bit his bread. “My family isn't all complicated and scary. I want to see you guys who grew up with me.”

“What's new?”

“Let you spit love me.”

“What's the connection?”

“I want to see things I don't see in others. You only pray that I know to the family mama, the streets riding a motorbike with ugly sandals had the Galih, sitting in the Masibu snack carelessly. Continue later ngunjungin place that is often metatengin every come to Bandung with grandma.”

“Where to?”

“Museum.”

Arvin stood up from his seat. Wagging bread crumbs that dirty his clothes and pants. Waiting for Nara to get up from her seat, followed her to the parking lot.