KINARA (Tresno Soko Kulino)
The S2 Part 133

"cit cit cit cit" the sound of birds decorating the beautiful atmosphere of the morning in the beautiful and verdant countryside.

Sometimes the bird flaps its wings because of the water flush from a small hose in the hands of a sepuh man.

"Good morning assalamualaikum kumang" said the old man who was none other than Mr. Wibowo.

This is the morning activity during his stay in the village. the old man with fourteen grandchildren always welcomed his morning talk with Kemang his favorite bird that he helped a few years ago when he took a fishing rod in the rice field.

The bird that fell from the height of the tree lay on the roof of the halls where he used to chat with local residents to rest after tired of plowing the fields.

"Sir, there's a call from the young mistress" said an aide

"Loud speaker only" he said asking the aide to amplify the call.

"Assalamualaikum akung. "yells his granddaughter. The phone vibrated as the voice boomed from the grandson greeted.

Mr. Wibowo laughed cheerfully at the cry of the granddaughter whom he longed for so much.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh granddaughter, how are you" he replied in a stifled voice.

"Good news, Grandpa, what else? don't answer for sure again bathe Kemang, right?? Hayo ngaku" said the grandson

"hahahaha you are indeed grandfather's most sensitive grandson hahaha"

"Khalila is loh hahaha"

The two laughed together, before long Kinara's voice was heard reprimanding the child.

"Hello dad, we're on the way, dad don't go anywhere" said kinara taking over the phone from his youngest son's hand.

"Yes dad's home, what car did you bring? don't tell me five cars" asked Mr. Wibowo

"Hehe this time not five but added seven because on the holiday home all well, for two months want to stay in the village he said" said Kinara

"Oh yeah? Good dong, grandpa's house is rame again, my thirteen grandchildren are all here"

"Hahaha" they laughed together.

",Yes well, matiin first, I'll see you at assalamualaikum's house"

"Be careful on waalaikumsalam street"

Mr. Wibowo continued his activities after the phone connection was cut off.

"Master would like me to prepare something to welcome them?" ask the assistant

"Hehe no need, they will also bring provisions until the house is full, just clean their rooms, oh yes what I asked you to do last night?" ask Mr. Wibowo

"Already sir, I have paid their full salary to take care of the tomb of Bu Andin and his family, and I've made sure no one knows" said Sanga assistant.

"Yes yes, thank you your hard work has been more than enough, you want to go home to see your wife's child? Or did you pick them up at the station?" asked Mr. Wibowo to make an offer

"I mean sir?" the assistant did not understand

"Hehe after the children got here, you I kept two months of rest, go home to your wife's children and parents, pity them, have long wanted to meet you" answer me, Mr. Wibowo

"Lady...really, sir?"ask the assistant in disbelief

"Yes, get ready as soon as you get your room ready for the kids"

"Okay sir, thank you, thank you very much" said the assistant greeting Mr. Wibowo.

Seventy-five years is not a short time, bitter sweet life so far has been successfully passed by the many steep stones that block his steps.

The death of his wife decades ago was a reciprocal of all the trials of life he felt, losing a child for fifteen years, treating his mental, physical and psychic is not easy.

Sacrificing many things in order to bring back the child in his arms, hide his identity, to force the child to marry at an early age on the grounds of a will.

Now all of that paid off with the presence of the thirteen of his fourteen grandchildren who were born into the world. Just one wish now. Wanting to end and leave this world following his wife and granddaughter in the company of his three children and thirteen living grandchildren.

Mr. Wibowo walked into the house smilingly staring at the large frame in the living room. All his children and grandchildren. Highlight His eyes turned to a photo of a young woman who still looks beautiful and more beautiful for him. late Amina Wiraatmadja.

"Thank you for coloring my life baby, wait for me soon, we'll be together forever" she smiled.

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"Pa, who's taking care of mom's house? haven't we ever been home?" dira asked the nine-year-old little girl to the father who stood in astonishment at the side of the tomb of his wife and family.

"maybe the grave nurse, son, have we prayed now for mama, he said Dira want to talk to mama?" reno replied with a sense of astonishment.

"Yes pa" replied the little boy innocently

The two solemnly recited prayers on the tomb of Andini and his parents, brother, and Bulik Atun who also died three months ago.

without them realizing it in the outer corner of the tomb, someone captured their moment and immediately left after getting some photos that he wanted.

"Pa, are we going to Aunt Puput's house?" tanya Dira held the father's arm after they finished praying

"Yes we go there first, Aunt Puput said it was again cooking your favorite gulai, let's go there" replied Reno holding the child's small hand.

"When do I have a new mom? Temen I Carol have a new mama, because her mama died just like my mama" asked the little girl to make Reno step stopped

"I'm sorry papa son, maybe for the rest of your life you won't marry again, only your mother is the only woman who makes papa like this, enough of you and papa, enough of you, someday when you marry papa just hope you get a man who loves you as much as we do" said Reno sadly. A second later, the color of his face changed.

"You want a new mom? Do you have a choice?" ask Reno

"Hem... Don't have" he replied shakes.

"Yes, no need, there is enough you and papa, there will be a mother Cintya, mother Kania, grandmother, Aunt Puput" said Reno

"No way, they will have children too, I want to stay with me, take care of me" replied the girl with a pouting face

"Same kid, want to stay or not they're your mama"

"but they can't take care of papa, make papa's clothes, prepare to eat papa" he said sulking.

Reno paused for a moment, feeling disbelief with the words of the child that were not in line with his current age. You are this mature, son? Inner Reno glanced at the sulking dira by her side.

"Yes already gini, Dira who nyari new mama fit for papa and Dira. Dira himself must be looking for not papa, how?" bargained for.

The little boy seemed to think and then a moment later smiled and raised his two thumbs in front of the father.

"Agreed"

"If you can't get to adulthood what?" ask Reno to trap

"God it's fair dad.I'm sure I can, wait for the play date" said Dira smiling win.

"okay who is afraid" Reno smiled and carried the child out of the funeral.

End.