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52. RANDI VS NANDI

Shortly after, Ms. Nita returned to the terrace of the house, joining us. Bu Nita's hand held something, like a small folded cloth. Nita's mother sat next to David, their hands holding each other. Randi and I certainly frowned a little at the attitude of Bu Nita and Pak Daud who were a little strange. While the grandmother still continues to pay attention to every movement of Mr. Nana. Dian just sat down, but occasionally he also laughed to see the thrill of Mr. Nana playing.

Suddenly, unexpectedly Mother Nita not only behaved strangely, but also said something strange.

"Assalamu'alaikum all, especially Randi, the only child of wayang mother. This afternoon I want to show you something. Something that I will show Inshaa Allah is well-intentioned. All for the good of all of us, especially for the healing of Mr. Nana." Randi just looked at me, on his face looked the same confusion that I felt. We really do not understand why the attitude of Bu Nita and Mr. David became like that.

" Why the hell, Mom? I must be joking." Randi teases her mother, who is seduced and instead seems to hold a puddle of water in her eyes. I feel bad, there must be something serious.

"This time I'm not kidding, son." Mother Nita's hand rubbed Randi's head.

"Try you to sit here near my mother." Nita's mother asked Randi to move his seat.Randi was sitting next to me. Dian is sitting next to Miss Nita.

"What the hell is it, Mom? I'm a dag dig dug. Hehe." Randi is still playing around. Nita's mother forced a smile.

"This, for Randi. Try opening it, bismillah yeah, son." Randi received the folded cloth that was held by Bu Nita. For a moment Randi's face stiffened. But just for a moment, Randi joked again,

"Ashiiik, what is this, Wil?" The folds of the cloth Randi back and forth, Randi's eyes rounded, trying to look and guess the contents inside the folds of the fabric. Randi then groped the folds of the cloth, rubbing it slowly.

"It's like a bit of thick paper, Wil. Guess what this is?" I looked at Randi. Give the code to stop playing around. I couldn't bear to see that Miss Nita who was so agitated. Her tears almost fell.

"Open up, Ran. But remember the mother said, bismillah first." This time Randi complied, he began to unfold the cloth, slowly.

All focus on the hand movement of Randi who is unfolding the fabric. Except Mr. Nana of course, you are still engrossed in playing his favorite plane.

My heart rate was racing faster, as the thick paper inside the folds of the cloth started to look a little. I can already guess what paper it is. Randi's hand stopped moving. He looked at me, his eyeballs showing a sense of wonder mixed with doubt. The signal in Randi's head couldn't even get his hand to continue the work. He just looked at me, glued, silent.

"Come, Ran. Continue in. Let it be clear." I tried to give Randi strength. I saw Mother Nita's hands curled behind Randi's body.

Randi forced himself to continue his task. His hand moved again, but not as neat as before. Randi's hand shook this time, his movements slower than before.

The fabric folds are all open. The objects inside the fabric folds are clearly visible. Randi shaped it into a box. Right, as I thought, it was a toothpick box. The shape, model and color are exactly like my toothpick box.

"Mom." Randi stammered, she looked at mother with great worry. Randi's face was pale.

"Yes, son." Mother Nita's tears had already flowed down her cheeks. Miss Nita is crying. Mr. David was still trying to hold back his tears.

"In-iii what do you mean, ma'am?" Randi was still stamped, but managed to reveal the sentence that was in his mind.

The toothpick box I looked at carefully, I looked for two letters there. Two letters that can confirm that the toothpick box with my toothpick box is exactly the same.

There, those two letters are written there. Letter MN. Handwritten. I looked at Randi and Bu Nita alternately. I looked at grandma too.

Grandma then stood up, approached Mr. Nana, took her to sit down. Grandma seduced Mr. Nana to give the plane box to grandma. Successfully, Mr. Nana gave the plane the box. I understand Grandma's purpose, I also give Randi's toothpick box to Grandma.

Grandma lifted both boxes of toothpicks, then showed Mother Nita, the same writing on both boxes of toothpicks. Grandma's eyes are getting wet, man,

"Ieu tea.."((.Pen: "It's tuh..") Grandma could not continue her sentence, Tears were pouring down.

"Racl." Bu Nita looked at grandma, then hugged Randi, kissed Randi.

Randi began to understand, his eyes began to glaze over.

"So I'm Nandi, I'm Wil's older brother. Isn't that right, Mom?" Bu Nita nodded, Mr. David rubbed Bu Nita's shoulder.

The atmosphere lasted a few minutes. Dian who doesn't know anything goes along crying.

"Why did you just say it now, Mom? Why not from the beginning, when Wil first opened the envelope of inheritance from Mother Aisyah?"

Mother Nita let out a long breath. Gathering the strength to explain everything.

"Two weeks ago, I wasn't sure. That's why mom and dad told you to go on Wil's adventure. With hope, things become clearer." Randi kept quiet, trying to understand her mother's reason.

Randi then looked at me. Her lips smiled, but her tears fell.

"You're my brother, Wil. My biological sister. Sorry, I was a bit arrogant all this time. I consider you unlucky, because you only have the status of my adopted sister. Now we're the same, Wil. Both strays, who do not know whose father and where." Randi's cry broke, his chest shaking. Randi stood up, approached me, then hugged me tightly, very tightly. I could feel his heart beating violently.

"You're not orphans, you're still mothers' children, whenever." I heard the heartfelt words of Mother Nita, on the sidelines of our sobs. Mom rubbed Randi's head, also rubbed my head.

"Here you go, let's sit down again. It's a drink first." Mr. David gave two drinks of bottled glass. One was given to Randi, one to me. But without us expecting, Mr. Nana preceded receiving a drink that Mr. David would give me. Mr. Nana then tried to stick a straw into a bottled drink, but several times tried, it did not work. Dian stood up, helping Mr. Nana. When the straw was successfully stabbed, Dian gave the drink back to Mr. Nana. Mr. Nana then drank in a hurry. After that Mr. Nana took two plane boxes that are still held by grandmother. In a sitting position, his hands began to wiggle up and down. his mouth kamit kamat, voicing the sound of his favorite plane. He stood up, his eyes focused on the plane in his hand.

Me and Randi could only look at each other. If we could, we would say,

"We're here, sir. We're near the father." But Mr. Nana just focused on seeing his favorite plane.