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63. SECOND PLAN OF ACTION

At 09:30, Ms. Yanti and her husband arrived. The little guy was so happy this morning. He learned to kiss hands on everyone who had gathered. Kids, everywhere are adorable. Sometimes like to feel strange, when we see a baby, always happy, greget, want to kiss. In the heart comes affection, even though the baby has people, there is no relation to our siblings. The aura of the baby's face naturally does make all who see so like. Perhaps, it was the destiny of the Almighty for a baby. In addition because the baby has not sinned, also because the baby is worth protecting and loving. Because the baby can't do anything. Without you to protect and love, what happens.

But back to the fate of the sun children. Before they were as big as they are now, they would be babies first. But how could there be a who could, either throw them away or how. They clearly don't know where their mother is. Don't know where his father went. They just know they are alone. Poor thing. Pity his sun children, and pity his parents. They are labeled human but not human.

"Come, Wil. Are we ready for position?" Ms. Yanti reminded me that it was almost ten.

" Yes, Mom. Come onl. Mak come on Mak. Ran, ready yes. Opik, don't forget! Sir, do'ain yes, ma'am teacher, please pray." I'm getting busy organizing the cast. It feels like a movie director. That puts the player into the role, organizes this and that for the shooting process to run smoothly.

Everyone is in position, according to my instructions. We just wait for Randi to give a code as a sign of grandmother and Mr. Nana has come.

"Jil." Randi shouted, thumbs up.

"Come, Mak." Mak preparing.

"Gendong Mak first yeah, sweet." Mak seduces Bu Yanti's son. Little Smile, Mak so gavel is not playing.

Tumben, this time Bu Yanti's son did not cry in Mak's sling. He was just a henchman, his eyes were focused on looking at Mak. Mak then sits in a saung while constantly inviting the Little One to dialogue, the Little One occasionally responds with typical baby sentences. I followed the smile to see the excitement of Mak and baby chatting.

"Mother." I called Mak. Mak. I blinked at Mak. I gave a code that Mr. Nana was approaching Mak.

Mr. Nana glanced at me, just a glance. His gaze refocused on Mak and the Little One. Mak is still holding the Little One, still inviting the Little One to dialogue, but this time Mak has stood up. Mak started taking out the plane box from his pocket. The plane Mak box gave to the Little One. The Little One plays the plane box, Mak mimics the sound of the plane while the hand of Mak helps the hand of the Little One to play the plane box. Mr. Nana prancing around, you're happy not to play. I looked at Mak, then looked at Little Alternately. Mak started walking slowly, moving towards the terrace of the house. Mr. Nana followed Mak from behind. His footsteps were slightly shaken.

Up the terrace, Mak stopped. Mak turns to Mr. Nana, Mak smiles while gesturing that Mak will put the Little One to sleep. Mak then goes inside the house, Mak's door closes.

Mr. Nana doesn't cry, not like yesterday. Mr. Nana was just silent, staring, focused eyes staring at the closed door.

Five minutes, ten minutes, the door's still closed. Mr. Nana is still in his place.

We're the ones watching all the scenes, so come pounding. We don't know what will happen five minutes later. When Mak I instructed him to come out again.

Eleven minutes, twelve minutes. I'm still waiting, I've moved positions, no longer standing near the saung. I now sit on the left side of the porch, by the window of the room.

Fifteen minutes, as per the initial instructions, Mak exits, opening the door. My heart dag dig dug, I'm a little freaked out. Mak played the role so perfectly. This time Mak out of the house, no longer carrying the Little One. Mak leads Opik, and Opik holds the plane box. They both smile.

"Ieu slave tea, geus gede, pinter and casep."((Pen: This is the kid. Already big, smart and handsome) Mr. Nana just silently watched the display of Mak's hand.

A few minutes later, Mr. Nana's mouth began to sound. The sound of the plane box by Mr. Nana. Opik happy not to play, with the spirit of Opik's hand back to meandering.

Grandma approached Mr. Nana, then opened a large box of boxed planes. I didn't know that Grandma was carrying the big box. Looking at the box given by Grandma, Mr. Nana immediately took two plane boxes. Mr. Nana's hand began to move to play the plane box.

"Come, Sir. We're playing." Opik pulled Mr. Nana's shirt, invited to play a plane box, while walking, left tilted, right tilted. The two of them were then engrossed in swerving plane boxes each. Every now and then their boxed planes seemed to be about to collide, but then swerved again, avoiding the impact.

There was a sense of tightness that infiltrated this chest, seeing how happy Mr. Nana was playing with Opik. If only I could, I would scream,

"I'm here, sir. I'm your son, your long-lost baby." But this mouth feels locked. And I have to lock it in temporarily. I can only smile. I am happy to see my father happy.

"Opiiik, come here." Suddenly we heard the cries of the children of the sun. Opik looked towards the voice. The sun children were already lined up, each holding a single plane box. Apparently the grandmother distributed the plane box to all the children of the sun.

"Ayooo, come after me." They began to imitate the movements of Opik, walking left tilted right, as the plane of the box in their hands swerved. Their mouths started to sound.

The yard of our house felt too narrow, the children moved to and fro, sometimes forming a circle, around Mr. Nana who was in the middle of the circle. Sometimes they go, sometimes go together. Their voices were so boisterous, it was exactly like the sound of a plane rumbling.

Randi and I looked at each other. It's completely outside of my scenario.

The teachers, the guidance sisters, Bu Yanti and her husband, Mr. Samsudin and Mang Jana, all laughed. Cheerfully. Watch how fun the kids and Mr. Nana play.

The only one who cried was Mom. Mak's tears flowed incessantly, even though Mak had tried to wipe his tears repeatedly.

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