SanSekerta (Back Find You)
Brother!

Twenty-one years ago.

"Hhu... Huu... "

A boy whose body looks very thin was curled up in a dark corner of the room. The boy bent his legs in front of his chest and then lowered his head on the tip of his small knee. He was crying beside a rickety amben.

"Huu... Huu.... Rom*b*.... " His sigh was shriveled amid the still ongoing cries.

*Romo: The name or call for the father in the Javanese community.

"Why this? Huu... Why did Romo have to go alone? Huu... Huu... Can't I just go with Romo?" continue with a loud voice.

Occasionally the child seems to wipe his heavy tears with the end of the collar of clothes that look tangled but clean. His thin body always trembled whenever he reluctantly held back his raucous voice.

The child has been crying ever since the father died of an illness that is unknown what caused it? Even all the neighbors and also the surrounding residents did not expect that the man who was well known and friendly should go this fast? And two days after his father's sudden departure, never once did the boy appear to have come out of his room.

Kinsmen are also his own mother also can not persuade him to eat or just drink something. Rice or other foods that are always ready will no longer make the stomach feel hungry or thirsty. His condition is really worrying.

In his mind, it was never imagined that his togetherness with the father would only be this short. He's only seven years old now. There is still much he wants to do and go through with the figure of a father who is like other children.

He still wants his romance to accompany sleep and tell some stories of his favorite great soldiers as usual. He still wants to joke together or just talk at length about his wishes and ideals later if he grows up.

But now, who would want to do all that for him? Who is willing to listen to his stories or his thoughts about his dreams? Who will protect him and the young man later? All of this is really...

"Hi crybaby! How long are you gonna keep crying like that?"

A voice that was very familiar to him suddenly spread his daydream.

"Why do we cry? Let's wipe your tears right now. I'm gonna take you to play now!" connect the other boy.

The skinny child who had been bowed since then immediately raised his head as soon as the invitation to play was thrown at him. In front of him stood a boy with brown skin color was smiling wryly at him.

"Hlhu.... Hhu... I'm sorry den! But I can't play with Aden right now." Smirked.

"Haah, you're this." Reply to the sapodilla skin while taking a sitting position next to the skinny child. "You're still sad, huh?" tanyanya.

"Yes, sorry.... Hhu... Hhu... "

"I heard from aunt you haven't eaten since yesterday, right?"

The skinny one simply answered the question with a slow nod that seemed forced.

"Come on... You're so unsuitable to put on such a grim face. Just scream like always, okay?"

"Hhu... Huu... Little Den would not understand the sadness I was feeling right now. I am also an orphan, and. I was so scared and lost. Huo... Huu.. I'm still a little girl, I don't know how to protect myself and take care of my baby." The skinny guy's leg is still sobbing.

"What if you can't keep and protect auntie? Isn't there still me? I'll replace all uncle's duties for you."

"But den, "

"I told you not to call me 'little den' or anything like that? You know, my ears are so uncomfortable every time you call me that. Get used to calling my name from now on!"

"Hhu... Hhuu, why does little den always talk to me like that? Of course I can't call a little den name carelessly. How about a big den scold me later?"

"Ah, you idiot! You know my romance isn't that kind of person, right? This is my order anyway! You can't refuse."

"But, "

"Alright, alright... Call me brother then. I'll be a good brother by protecting and guarding you and aunt. Hows it? You want to be my sister, right?"

But again the feeling of doubt appeared blocking his intention to answer 'yes'. He is fully aware that the desire is not something that is considered good in the eyes of the community. How could a son of a ndalem's servant seem to be....

"Hi Sena? Why did you take so long to say yes? Don't you like it when I'm your brother?"

"No! It's not like that, den..."

"Ssttt...! Just call the brother!"

"Can?" Ask the skinny one doubtfully.

The sapodilla skin only answered with aganggukkan head while smiling knots to him.

"Ah, you've been a long time! Never mind, let's get out now! I want to buy you all the food you want at the stall. I don't like to see my handsome brother look this skinny and unkempt. Come on!" He shouted while extending a hand to the skinny one.

He hesitantly began to greet the helping hand as he rubbed the remaining tears and whispered, "Thank you... Ka's... Brother!"

"Why call me shy? Let's just say again, I haven't heard that clearly yet."

"mmm... "

"Come, Sena! "

"Mmmm... Thanks kang, "

"Just like that? Don't you want to add my name behind that 'kang' call?"

"Can?"

"Yes. Why not?"

"mmm... Is that polite? Am I not going to get in trouble because of this?"

"Who would dare to give you trouble? You're my brother now! Whoever gives you trouble, I'll beat you to the ground!"

There was something that made little Sena feel happy after hearing that sentence. Suddenly there is a sense of comfort and safety in knowing someone who will look after you like that. Sena's smile grew between her two protruding cheekbones.

"I'm so happy to see you start laughing again. I told you that moody face doesn't deserve you. Now, let's quickly say my name once more! Remember, this time you can't go wrong calling it again."

"ii... Iiya kang Ke's... Kerta!"

"Well. That's my sister! Are you leaving now?"

Smiling, he replied, "Yes! I want!"

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