Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 54 ~
I tried to forget what Hana said a few hours ago. Not dismissing if his words really hurt me, but I don't want to bother because Bima has really accepted me.
Just a little gamang because I don't know why, stupefied by the bad idea that Lala's father touched me just because there was no other choice or maybe just playing around to overcome his lust, not because of love.
And I, may have to ask this question to Bima so that I can be more sure of his feelings. Implicitly, indeed the attention and sweetness have shown the feelings of love for me, but love must also be said, or expressed with the mouth.
Likewise, on the contrary, love alone is not enough if only with a strand of words, proof through actions also needs to be done.
It could not be if only using one of them to deduce one's feelings. Speech and deed must also be balanced to better convince him.
Because Friday is a short day, I who usually go home around four o'clock, now two hours of activity is finished. Just do a daily recording and it's only finished in thirty minutes.
At exactly 14:30 Wib, I came out of the office area together with Riska, we both stepped towards the parking area because Bima mas usually wait for me there. However, as I passed through the waiting room, I heard Lala's scream, and I just remembered that she had a day off.
The boy ran up to me, then quickly reached out to me, after which to Riska.
"Smart kid" Riska said as Lala kissed the back of her hand.
"It's not school?"
"Onty holidays"
"Holiday?" Dahi Riska frowned, the woman who became my partner must be surprised because this is not a red date.
"Yes, because Lala yesterday ran out there fieldtrip to the onty museum, the return of the nights, so it was ordered to have a holiday with Lisa's mother, was tired a lot"
"Oh, so it is" Sahut Riska understood.
I smiled at Lala's conversation with Riska.
"Father over there bun" Lala pointed to the waiting room. Riska and I compactly directed our attention to where Lala's index finger fell.
There, I saw Bima mas playing mobile phone with a downcast look.
"Onty first yes, La" Pamit Riska. "First it was Bi"
"Yes, be careful"
"Okay" Riska rubbed the top of Lala's head. "Onty first, baby"
"Yes onty, be careful"
"Okay, Lala too. Daa ..!"
"Bada onty"
Shortly after Riska's departure, I held Lala's hand and then directed the foot to where Bima mas was sitting.
When my steps were getting closer, Bima looked up and then turned to look at us.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Sapaku after standing in front of him while extending a hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied mas Bima with a low voice.
"We're going straight home?" Further asked.
"Yes"
We both stepped towards the car.
Mas Bima opened the door for me then turned to the back door for Lala.
After Lala and I sat in the car, Bima entered and sat behind the wheel.
"Why was that at home?" I also looked back as Bima focused on glancing at the outside rearview mirror on her right side to get out of my office parking area.
"Swimming with dad, keep helping dad hang up his clothes, just as playful"
"Daddy washing clothes?" I looked at the face of Bima. Mas Bima who was still focused on the direction of the parking lot did not hear my question that I was referring to Lala.
"Yes, Lala's clothes are just as many fathers, mother's clothes are also many, so it's washed the same father"
Ah, but this is not the first time Bima helped me wash my clothes. Counted twice already, but somehow I still like to be embarrassed when I remember Bima drying my underwear, especially if you remember the unification of our bodies, especially if you remember the unification of our bodies, I really can't help my smile.
If I remembered it, I would have immediately covered my face with both hands.
"Please sir" Mas Bima opened the window glass and then extended five thousand money to the middle-aged man who helped Bima park.
"So the father also picture the plane bun, keep Lala coloring"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, said the father of the plane that my father was boarding if he was looking for money"
I smiled and then asked back. "Is there bobo noon?"
"Nothing"
"No bobo, why?"
"Can't be bobo if you're the same dad"
"Dad ngajakin keep playing huh La?"
Mas Bima glanced at Lala through the middle spy after I asked that question.
Nambukan fast Lala directly denied by mas Bima.
"And you asked Lala to make bobo, Lalala didn't want it, right?"
"Yes his father ngajak kidding so Lala can not be bobo"
"Because Lala doesn't want to be bobo as a dad"
"Don't want to father, but Lala can't bobo" Bima's lips immediately clenched after hearing Lala's rebuttal. The man beside me refocused on his wheel.
While I was just quiet. I'm used to hearing arguments between them.
Lala's brave nature often debated her father. Very contrary to me who absolutely no courage to refute the words of Bima mas.
"Is there anything you want to buy, Bi?" Bima's question made me scan her face looking straight ahead.
I haven't been able to answer, Lala's voice I heard first.
"Dad can not call mother her name alone, said mother Lisa is not polite"
Now I look back, as well as Bima mas who again glanced at her daughter through the rearview mirror.
"Call adults can't be named well, there must be a sister, what mas, what mbak, om, aunt, father, what mother, that is. Rich mother call dad. Lala often heard you call me dad, mas. Isn't that bun?" Lala asked me, and I immediately nodded "Meaning mother is polite to father, continued Lala who calls mother and father, call onty Gesya, meaning Lala is also polite"
"That's a child to an adult, if you're a mommy, that's okay"
"It can't be yeah, it's that mom is already an adult already a mother"
"Keep, what should I call you?"
Instead of answering her father's question, Lala threw the question at me.
"Dad should call mother what does that mean, bun?"
I stammered. Not only me, Bima mas even often made out of words by our smart daughter.
"It's okay to call her name, La"
"Can?" Lala looked at me with a serious look.
"Can"
"That means you can also call dad his name?"
"If it can't. You are older than you, so you have to respect your father. Just like Lala who has to respect the older ones. Not only to the father of the same mother, Lala must also respect to mbak Cia, mas Alvio, the same mas Gema, oma, opa, the same mother-mother in the playgroup as well"
"Yes mother, Lala knows"
"Anybody want to buy it, bun?" Mas Bima asked again with a glance at me.
"Nothing" I replied awkwardly.
Mas Bima certainly did not want to protest again with his daughter, so he changed the word 'Bi' to 'bun'.
We didn't feel like our car was in front of the house.
Mas Bima came down to open the gate because Jim was still on holiday.
Then it went back up and broke through the black-painted iron door.
***
In the evening, after dinner, Mas Bima invited Lala to play and watch television in the living room. I washed the dishes myself.
Finished I was struggling in the kitchen, I followed Lala into the living room. I saw that he had slept in the head position on his father's lap. Similarly, Bima mas is also in a condition of closed eyes while leaning his back on the back of the sofa.
They must be exhausted from the activity during the day, especially Lala who did not take a nap, very clearly a tired look on her face.
"Mas" call me soft.
Mas Bima immediately opened his eyes, he wriggled while taking a deep breath and looked down at his daughter.
"Move to room!"
"What time is it?"
"It's only eight o'clock"
"Lala's asleep?"
"He must be tired because the afternoon is not bobo"
The man carried Lala's tiny body to take her to the room.
I followed behind him up the stairs.
"He hasn't brushed his teeth, Bi"
"That's nothing, pity also if you wake up"
When our steps reached Lala's doorstep, I opened it and entered first.
Lay out a pillow for Lala, and Bima mas immediately broke it down.
"Bobo is sound, father of Lala's dear mother" Pungkas mas Bima right in Lala's ear. "Tomorrow with dad again at home because mom is still working"
After saying that, he kissed Lala's forehead, then got out of bed and let me say goodbye as well.
"I love you, son" I wiped his forehead after I kissed him.
After setting the AC temperature and enveloping Lala, we went out and headed downstairs.
As I walked down the stairs, I ventured to make a sound.
"Mas tired?" I asked, though a little doubtful.
"Why?"
It is a habit of Bima when I ask, he must always answer me with a question back.
"There's something I need to talk about"
Mas Bima stopped his steps right on the last rung of stairs and faced me.
"What about?"
"Mbak Hana"
The man scrunched his forehead, looking at me full of search.
"Hana?"
"Yes" I replied passing towards Bima's mas room which is now also my room.
Bima followed my steps and then closed the door.
Right now, we were already inside the room, standing facing each other.
"Why with him?"
"Before I talk about Hana, I want to ask and answer honestly"
"You're okay, right?" tanyanya while looking at me who looked up to return her gaze. "Did he bother you?"
Understanding what he meant, I shook my head. "He just met me"
"What's wrong?" bima's eyes looked very serious.
"Isn't there a time when something has to be made clear?" I try to say what is in my heart.
"Why?" Sluggishly.
Shut up for a moment, I said after a few seconds.
"Did you love me?"
Not immediately replied, mas Bima just flinching with a frown while returning the look of my eyes.
This man then let out a breath that sounded heavy in my ear.
A second later, my body gasped when suddenly one hand of Bima's coiled around my waist and pulled me until our bodies stuck together.
"You want to hear my answer? but before that I also want to hear your heart"
As always, my heart cannot compromise. After a long time not made a marathon like this by Bima mas, now back in made him jump up and down. And the detachment really feels uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry to Bi!"
"Sorry?" my forehead frowned. "Did I do something wrong? So what's my fault?"
Mas Bima was silent while looking at me deeply.
Seriate..