Mas Duda Looking For Mom Milk
This Time's Meeting
“Be careful Nak ...”
Women who are near middle age who hold Citra's body, so that Citra's body does not get slammed into the ground. Even the middle-aged woman still held Citra's body and hugged her for a moment.
“Be careful, Son Beautiful .. many tree roots that some parts are on the ground, if the walk is not slow you can fall,” said the woman by rubbing the back of Citra.
“Thank you,” Citra said with her roaring breath and blushing face. Maybe Citra was about to cry because it almost fell. Shocked too. Thank goodness someone helped her.
“Partra, are you okay Honey? Wait for Opa,” said Opa Tendean with a deflated chest.
Opa Tendean himself felt surprised and quite panicked because Citra suddenly ran and almost hit his feet with tree roots. Thankfully, there was someone else helping Citra this time. The image that heard her Opanya voice immediately turned around and hugged her Opanya.
“Im sorry Citra, Opa... earlier Citra wanted to see the beautiful bird,” reply.
Opa Tendean hugged Citra, and immediately carried her. Then slowly he stood up and his eyes met the woman who had helped the image. When the eyes meet the eyes, it is as if there is a feeling that the woman standing before him is not a stranger.
“Dianti?”
Opa Tendean greeted and also appeared to recognize the woman he called Dianti.
“Mas Dean?”
I really don't think, after all these years have passed. Apparently Tendean's father met the woman named Dianti. Really, not expecting to start from the streets in Ragunan and Tendean's father met again with the woman he had known a few years ago.
"Of familiar?" ask Citra with a view that looks at her opinion.
"Why?" ask Diane in confusion.
Tendean's father nodded his head slowly, "Yes, this is my grandson .. His name is Citra," replied Tendean's father.
There was a faint smile on the face of the 46-year-old woman. It looks funny when observing the image that is still in the sling Opanya.
"He, his daughter Aya yeah?" ask Dianti again.
"Yes, she's Aya's daughter .. How are you doing Di?" ask Tendean's father to say hello.
"I'm still like Mas Dean used to be" he replied.
Tendean's father then lowered Citra from her sling. "Come Citra, try to greet well well yeah .. This is his friend Opa. Name's Dianti. What do you want to call?" ask Daddy Tendean.
Dianti laughed, "When you call me Aunt, I'm so old. If called Mother, how .. yes already, call Oma only," he replied.
Hearing the answer from Dianti, Citra also reached out her hand, "Halo Oma Dianti .. My name is Citra, thank you for calling Citra earlier," he said.
"Sama-sama Citra .. next time be more careful well. In order not to stumble over the roots or the stones that are here," Dianti replied kindly.
Tendean's father smiled and both hands held Citra's shoulders, "Now where is it staying?" ask Daddy Tendean.
"In Jakarta Mas .. if Mas Dean does not mind stopping by, I am opening a Reading Garden for children in the Downstream Dam area. If you have books that can be donated, you can also, later we will take it home," explained Dianti.
"You still like kids and books huh Di?" ask Daddy Tendean.
"Yes, that's how Mas .. has been for so long well, but what I like still remains the same" Dianti replied.
Then Citra pulled the Opanya hand, "Opa ... Opa just sat there, Citra look at the bird first. What's the bird called Opa?" ask Citra by pointing at the beautiful bird.
"The name is Peacock, Citra. If all the fur is open, it will be much prettier," Oma Dianti replied to Citra.
"Citra wants to see first until the feathers are open yes Opa .. we sit first," he asked.
"Like Aya yes Mas Dean," he said slowly.
Tendean's father smiled, there was actually no Anaya blood flowing inside Citra's body, but indeed Citra seemed so similar to Anaya. Tendean's father nodded his head slowly, "Yes, it's Aya's son" he replied.
Then, Tendean's father asked Dianti, "How many children have you had, Di?" ask Tendean's father softly.
Seen Dianti smiled faintly here, "I have many children, Mas ... foster children because I invested a certain amount of royalties from my book for the children in the Mother's Orphanage."
Dianti herself is a children's book author. The author of a book that managed to publish several Best Seller books, the results of royalties from the sale of his book he invested in a number of disadvantaged children in the Orphanage of Mother Love.
"That's a glory, Dian," said Tendean's father.
"Simmonly the same Mas Dean .. so, this alone is the same image well? Now what's Aya?" ask Dianti again.
"Had been married, and Anaya had three children. A small one has just been born, fraternal twins at home" replied Opa Tendean.
"Well, great ... fraternal twins son and daughter right? Usually called the golden twins Mas, because it is so rare. When was the last time you saw Anaya? When he's pictured this or bigger huh?" ask Dianti to remember.
"True .. when we vacation in Bandung first. It's been so long since Di ...."
The image then screams in excitement when it sees the feathers of peacocks opening so perfectly. It looks so beautiful and elegant too. Several times Dianti also immortalized the picture of the peacock.
"Oma, the peacock was photographed?" ask Citra.
"Yes, want Oma's picture to make a storybook later," he replied.
"Partner can read Oma's book" he replied.
"Oh, yes ... What book does Citra like?" tanyakanya.
"Best Book of Papa and Holidays, Oma .. there is Prambanan Temple, Tana Toraja. The image likes it," he replied.
"Oma would you give her Oma a book sometime?" tanyakanya.
"You ... want Oma ... child story? Oma's a bookmaker, huh?" ask the image again.
"Yes, Oma the author of children's books, Citra .. later came to the new Reading Garden Oma made well.. invite Mama and Papa too," he replied.
"Yes Oma .. later well," Citra replied.
Opa Tendean then smiled, "May I have your address and number, Dian. Glad that the book can be distributed properly."
Finally, the two also exchanged numbers and will meet again to be able to provide books in the Dianti Reading Park in the Downstream Dam area.
"Opa, that's Oma yeah?" ask Citra.
"Yes Oma Dian .. Why Nak?" reply Opa Tendean.
"The wife is Opa .. if Mama is the same Papa .. if Opa is the same Oma dong?" reply Imagery.
Opa Tendean laughed there, "Not so Citra .. later if Citra is bigger, surely Citra will understand it," replied Opa Tendean.
"When to invite Citra to forging Oma Dian ya Opa .. want to be given the same book Oma," he replied.
"Of course Image," replied Opa Tendean.
An unintended meeting. It had been so long since time had passed and now Opa Tendean was reunited with that woman named Dianti. Even children as small as Citra can think that there is a Papa there is a Mama, there is Opa and of course there is Opa. So funny that the image can guess in such a way.