Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 5 ~
After taking a shower, I spent time in the room with Lala while waiting for the adhan maghrib. I carefully listened to Lala's story about her activities all day in the playgroup. Lala also showed a purple bag with a pony character giving her tant.
A fancy bag in my opinion.
We stopped the chat right when we heard the voice of adzan maghrib reverberating.
Taking ablution water, I pray with my daughter. I have been teaching Lala prayers since she was three years old. Even if it was just following his movements, it impressed me and made me proud. Because children the age of Lala already want to pray even though they can not recite the reading.
After praying, I went downstairs intending to cook for dinner.
My steps went straight to the kitchen. There, I saw that there was already a vegetable concoction that had been washed and ready to be processed.
It was definitely Bima who did it. While I just need to work it out. There are kale vegetables that I will later oseng with quail eggs, beef sticks that have been seasoned, I just stay frying it, just, there is also tofu that has been filled with meat chops to be fried.
"Mother, Lala to dad ya"
"Yes dear"
The little girl ran straight away.
"Don't run, son!"
"Run aka bun"
I shook my head.
Who can part with a girl as cute and smart as him. If I clearly can't.
At exactly 18:50, everything was presented at the dining table. That means I only spent forty-five minutes to finish my cooking, but Bima also cooked rice in the rice cooker.
I stepped up, about to call Bima and Lala in her room.
I knocked on the door that was wide open. The two pairs of eyes were compactly focusing in my direction, but I only returned Lala's gaze.
"We had dinner yuk, mother is done cooking"
Mas Bima folded the laptop then approached Lala who was lying on the bed.
"Dine yuk first!" he lifted the body of the princess ala-ala bridal style. While I smiled witnessing the familiarity of this father and son.
We ate dinner in silence, only Lala who chirped non-stop, occasionally his chatter in between by Bima mas in order to finish the food first. But the prohibition of Bima mas is not beautiful by him.
"Lala would say the food was swallowed, it would be okay, the important thing is not to rush"
"But still have to focus, son, later if so how?" mas Bima said. "Because eating used to be spent, after that can say a lot"
Only then did Lala shut up after getting a reprimand and a sharp look from the father.
"Smart children should obey the father yes" I said trying to cheer him up.
There was really no intimacy between me and Bima mas, only the clinking of spoons that clashed to fill our silence until dinner was over.
Mas Bima helped me wipe the dining table, while I brought the dishes used to eat to the wastafle. I also set aside the remaining side dishes to a smaller plate. Usually Bima mas will spend it when hungry at night or before going to bed.
***
After washing the dishes, I approached Lala in the living room playing plasticine with her father. Mas Bima was busy watching the news on tv by occasionally looking at mobile phones to reply to possible chats from his co-workers.
"Lala's not sleepy?" ask me while sitting next to him who is sitting on the floor with a rug pad.
"Yet, Lala wants to play with mother, mother will have promised to accompany Lala to play at night"
"What are you going to play?"
"Main plasticine, bun"
"Thalia, I'm going to the room, yes, I have a job" Bima turned off the tv before rising from the ground on the couch.
"Dad didn't go with Lala?" My daughter looked up at her father who was already standing.
"So it has been, now replace the mother who accompanied. I have a lot of work, son" said Mas Bima.
"Yes mother La, later if the work of the father is finished, the father accompanied Lala again" I interrupted while tidying Lala's hair.
"Yes" Lala refocused on her plasticine.
"Father in the room, if Lala wants, can play while accompanying father to work, will you?"
"Daddy to the room"
Lala nodded, bima mas scrambled Lala's hair gently.
"Later if you want to bobo, meet the father first" added mas Bima who returned in response with a nod of the head by Lala.
As Bima, Lala and I were playing plasticine, we made letters and numbers using these colorful toys.
"La, where did you go to the toy store, where else?"
"Not anywhere bun, Lala same father onty Gesya directly home"
"Onty Gesya's coming home to Lala with dad?" aska I want to know.
"No, I don't want to take onty when onty asked to take her home, so onty took a taxi, helped find his taxi with dad"
"Why don't you take onty home?"
"No way, said the father if the mother came home, continue Lala same father has not come home later the mother became anxious"
"Dad said that?"
"Yes, I told him to onty, but Lala heard"
My son is indeed quite smart, I have always been scraping information from Lala about Bima mas if the situation is like this.
"It's nine o'clock son, bobok yuk!" take me to Lala.
"Beresin was a bun"
"Must dong"
Slowly Lala collected the plasticine and put it in a container.
"Lala said goodbye to father, this let mother continue"
"Not anything bun?"
"It's okay, but tomorrow-tomorrow play only until half-nine aja yes, later half an hour to finish the toy as well as brush your teeth"
"Yes, thank you mother"
"Beloved together"
The boy kissed my cheek lightning before moving from the family room to the room of Bima mas.
Finished cleaning Lala's toy, I stepped towards the stairs. I waited for him while sitting at the end of the stairs.
After about five minutes, Lala came out of the Bima mas room located right in front of the stairs.
"A good-bye to dad?"
"Already"
I got up while grabbing Lala's hand for me to hold.
In the room, after helping her brush her teeth, I immediately put her to bed. Not until fifteen minutes, Lala's consciousness had been consumed by the dream cradle.
Slowly, I moved up, turned on the AC at 24°C, then covered Lala's tiny body using a blanket.
Earlier when I put Lala to sleep, I was wondering if I should ask about how I could, Gesya also picked Lala up, while my other brain seemed to be invited to discuss our relationship that had no progress.
And my decision is that I should clarify our relationship. If Bima was silent I was silent, did not rule out the possibility of our marriage will run in a place like this.
When my courage was gathered, I stepped fully steadily towards the Bima mas room.
As soon as my steps reached the bottom floor, I heard the sound of the clinking of a spoon clashing against a glass. Like a stirring motion, then I walked towards the kitchen.
My heart beats faster than normal as I walk.
"Mas" called me though a little hesitant.
Seriate.