Ode To Latitude
Mia's Papa

“Pak Revelation!” mia shouted excitedly.

The middle-aged man was about to go home after buying a fry in front of Les Mia's place.

Pak Revelation only smiled briefly and then stepped footily leaving Mia who walked up to him. Mia smiled wryly, and headed back towards the entrance of her tutoring place.

During the lesson, Mia's mind again remembered the attitude of Pak Wahyu. His mother must have said something painful until the figure of the owner of the GOR where she used to practice just throw a short smile without greeting him.

“One more time!” shouted Mr. Wahyu cheering the young players before him.

Mia appeared from behind the door GOR stared at her awkward surroundings. Some of the children stopped their training staring at Mia with cold eyes. Pak Wahyu approached Mia, allowing the little girl to sit on one of the long benches on the sidelines.

“You have permission for your mom to come here?” ask Mr. Revelation.

Mia shook her head. His round eyes looked at Pak Wahyu with a sad expression.

Pak Wahyu sighed while nodding his head.

“I better call your mama, let you be picked up”, said Mr. Wahyu while removing his phone from behind the pocket of his pants.

What is your mama number” asked Pak revelasi without taking his eyes off the phone.

Mia remained silent.

“Last your mom came. He looks very worried. You better follow your parents' words. Good or bad she is still your mother, the one who gave birth to you” said Mr. Revelation.

Mia bowed her face at the words of Mr. Revelation, which were spoken slowly and gently. Those words tickled his heart, with a heavy heart he mentioned a line of numbers that he deeply memorized.

“Halo good afternoon doc, this is my Wahyu” said Pak Wahyu.

Silence, no one returned her greeting. Mr. Revelation thinks Regata may be angry or annoyed with the phone call from him so he chooses to immediately tell his intention to call without pause.

“Where?” ask the voice across there.

Pak Wahyu frowned while looking suspiciously, while Mia looked at Pak Wahyu curiously. He gave me an address and hung up.

“Please wait, you will be picked up”

Mia nodded. He sat watching his friends practice. The number of children who practice is more than the first week he trains. There were new faces that seemed to be one or two years younger than him, being accompanied by their father.

Moments later a familiar voice greeted Mr. Revelation.

“Good afternoon, I am Genta co-worker Mia” said dr. Genta introduced himself.

Mia's face turned cheerful. Pak Wahyu caught the look of the happy face through the tail of his eyes. Genta chatted briefly with Pak Wahyu, while Pak Wahyu recounted his meeting with Mia. The afternoon conversation went well.

“Halo, her papa Mia ya” asked Pak Wahyu's wife to interrupt her husband and Genta's chat.

Pak Wahyu again sighed at hearing his wife's question. Again the nature of his wife's kepo appeared. His wife looked at Dr. Genta eagerly researching and comparing the faces of Genta and Mia.

The clapper who heard the question could only smile. A red tinge rose in his ears, a sign that often appeared when he was struck by shame. It had been a long time since he had felt this feeling, both happy and ashamed.

Genta tried to control his feelings by acting ordinary. In his brain he was reminding himself not to be kegeeran so that his reputation and image was not damaged just because of a question.

“I say goodbye first, there are still patients at practice” said Genta ended their conversation.

“Oh yes, please” said Pak Wahyu fast.

“Don't forget to stop by ya if there's a time”

“Mah already!” prevent Pak Wahyu from yelling at his wife while waving his hands at Genta and Mia.