Oh My Jasson
Can't keep a secret

Elga looked left and right. Making sure no one was there except her and Alea. When it feels safe. Elga put her tiny lips close to Alea's ears.

"Auntie and Uncle are making me a baby sister, so no one should bother him including Auntie! It's top-secret. Aunty can't tell anyone" she whispered carefully.

Alea's heart instantly shrank upon hearing Elga's words. "Didn't Jasson always tell me that she didn't want to have children before she was 35? This is impossible."

But it is also impossible for a child as small as Elga to lie, he thought. Something seemed to be stuck in Alea's throat until she had trouble speaking. His chest felt tight of rebuttal which he now justified.

"Relga ...."  Alana's voice turned Elga and Alea's attention to turn towards her.

"Mommy ...." Elga went down from Alea's lap and rushed into Alana's arms.

"Why are you here, honey? he said he'd go to the playroom with Aunt Kimmy?" Alana rubbed Elga's forehead which showed a speck of sweat sticking there.

Elga turned to Alea, Ssttt .. Her index finger she placed in front of her tiny lips, giving the woman an ultimatum so she could keep the secret she had said. Then, he spread his gaze throughout the room. Make sure no one is there except her, Alana and Alea.

"Elga, what's wrong?" Alana asked in astonishment at the attitude of her daughter that was filled with secrets. Elga put her hands together in Alana's ears to form a chimney. "Said Uncle Jasson, Auntie the doctor is making me a baby sister, so I can't bother her" whispered Elga. "It's a secret, Mami can't tell anyone."

Both of Alana's eyes are brown like walnuts that are fully rounded. Almost out of place. Feeling gasp for Elga's words that sound inappropriate.  Quickly, he pulled out Elga's body and smothered her mouth tightly.

"Mommy, let me go." Elga thrashed as Alana's hand that was three times larger than her filled her mouth.

"Shut up!" Alana.

"Alea, I'm sorry to take Elga to the room for a bit. Wait here, after this I'll come back to accompany you."

"Yes, Miss Alana. Please ...." Alea flashed a smile on her lips. Impressed, because his mind and heart were still busy thinking about what Elga said about Jasson.

Alana still smothered Elga's mouth which was relentlessly protesting. He hurriedly brought his daughter into the room.

"Why did you torture my daughter?" Ken greeted the two of them. He felt unacceptable when he saw Alana smothering the mouth of his favorite daughter.

"Yes ... Why did Mami torture Daddy's daughter?" Elga mimics Kendrick's style of speech as her body detaches from Alana. Run into the arms of Ken who just diverted the laptop from his lap to the table.

"Your daughter is dangerous." Alana pulls Elga from Ken's arms, introgating him.

"Dangerous why?" Ken's question did not get an answer from Alana who is currently only focused on Elga.

"Well!"

"Do you know, Elga told me that Jasson and Kimmy were making a baby sister for her."

"Mommy, it's a secret! Why did Mommy tell Daddy?" elga protest. "Say Uncle Jasson is a secret."

"If you know the secret, why did you tell Mami, son? Does Elga know what a secret is?"

"Of course you know," he said while straddling like an adult who understands the words of Alana.

"What?"

"Said Aunt Jesslyn, the secret should only be kept by two people. That's called a secret! And Mami broke it!" exclaim Elga.

"God .... " Alana and Ken shook their heads.

"Now Elga must not speak the secret to anyone anymore!" Alana. "Have you told anyone about this secret?"

"Elga didn't tell anyone this secret. Just to Mami and Aunt Alea alone" he said with pride. It was as if this little girl he had born five years ago was very good at keeping secrets. Both Ken and Alana's eyes were immediately fully rounded.

***

After the departure of Elga. Jasson went back into his room. He saw his wife still sitting with crayon; not moving from her original position.  Kimmy's eyes pounced on her questioningly when she found out she wasn't with Elga.

“Where, Elga?” Kimmy's two eyes tried to reach out from the room from the door that Jasson had just closed.

“I told him to go back to Alana's room and Sister.”

“Why?” Kimmy's forehead wrinkled. Waiting for an answer from her busy husband turned around and walked towards her.

“Let him not disturb you, and you can rest.” Jasson took one crayon held by Kimmy. Put the color candle into the box, then keep it on the nightstand with a picture book that still shows the pale color.

"Jasson, I'm not at all bothered by Elga. I want to accompany him to play. Elga will definitely cry and get angry if you tell her to leave!" There was panic on the woman's face.

"Say you were tired and wanted to rest? He's not angry at you at all. I was happy when I told him to go." Kimmy's forehead wrinkled, trying to read the darting smile at one corner of her husband's lips.

"What did you persuade Elga to leave?" tanyanya. "Brown? Or ice cream?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"Baby sister." The word currently relied on by Jasson to persuade his nephew. "I just told Elga we'd make a baby sister for her."

"Jasson, you lied to him!" exclaim Kimmy.  "What if Elga says that to everyone."

"will not. I told Elga to keep a secret so she wouldn't talk to anyone."

"Did he understand in secret?"

"Ehm .. I think understand. My niece is very smart. He's like an adult trapped in a child's body."

"But you're still lying!"

"What's different about you?" spray Jasson. "You lied to her first to give her a baby sister. So it doesn't hurt if I lie."

"Situation's different! It doesn't feel appropriate."

"I lied to him" Jasson said. His body was now close to climbing onto the bed to approach Kimmy who was looking at him with a watchful gaze.

"Except ...." Jasson's eyes were full of intent. Kimmy can tell. Before the end, the woman's body inched into the blanket she had just pulled. Trying to avoid the hands of Jasson who managed to clean the blanket that wrapped his body. Same with the clothes he was wearing. The real bully isn't Elga. Except her own husband.

***

Jasson re-wears the clothes she had originally undone after ending her brief romance with Kimmy. He leaves Kimmy, who has just fallen asleep, to go to the kitchen to get a drink. However, his steps came to a halt as Daven yelled at him. Jasson turned towards the living room where Alana, Chelia, Daven and Alea were sitting as if discussing something. The man turned around and walked up to them all.

"Alea, Chelia, what are you doing here?" ask Jasson.

"Ehm, I'm taking Miss Chelia to see Daven. I didn't know you were here either."

"Yes, Elga told me and Kimmy to stay here."

"Oh, yes, Jasson. How's Miss Kimmy doing?" asked Alea suddenly .

"Kimmy's circumstances?" Jasson's forehead wrinkled. He failed to digest Alea's question. "Why is it with Kimmy?"

"Yesterday instead Miss Kimmy was locked in the basement toilet." Alea who spoke freely made Chelia's eyes round full of stupid questions his friend. Same with Jasson. His forehead is getting deep. Because, he felt he had not told anyone about the matter of Kimmy being locked in the basement toilet. Then why would Alea know about it?

"Kimmy's locked?" Alana and Daven race to throw questions. However, they still did not get an answer to his question.

Jasson is still focused on Alea. His gaze pounced full of searching. "Why do you know that Kimmy's locked in the basement?"

"Gosh my god." Alea was confused to find an answer that would have made Jasson not suspect himself.

"Alea!" Jasson's voice returned. Awaiting answers.

"I-I know from the office security guard. The guard told me." Jasson received Alea's pretty reasonable answer. Until he doesn't question it back.

"Jasson, how did Kimmy get locked in the basement toilet?" urged Alana who needs answers from her sister-in-law.

"Yes, Jasson. How come?" timpal Daven was no less curious.

"I don't know why Kimmy was locked in the basement. Tomorrow's Monday I'll find her." The answer seemed to be bubbling in Chelia and Alea's throat. Fear instantly ambushed the faces of the two women. Moreover, Chelia who relentlessly cursed Alea repeatedly because of her carelessness in speech.

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