SERUNI
CHAPTER 37 OTW TO THE CITY
Sayaka approached Subroto who was crouching while covering the kittens who had just been born using the turban that had been coiled around the man's neck. Really Sayaka did not expect, Subroto is also a lover of fauna just like himself.
"This is where his mother went, where her children just left here." Sayaka circulated her gaze in all directions looking for the figure of a large female cat while squatting to match Subroto's position.
"Let's go first, Ka. Later if the mother has not appeared, let me take her. I'm starting to worship." The subroto stands up to the wudlu area. Because his hand was slightly exposed to cat blood.
"Yes, sir." Sayaka also followed Subroto because she had not taken wudlu.
After thirty minutes passed, the three rakaat prayer congregation was completed. Seen Subroto and Sayaka out of mushola with Mr. Sajad. Of course the chatter is currently dominated between Mr. Sajad and Subroto. The two looked like newly reunited old friends.
"By waiting for the time isya, stop by my house first, sir," said Mr. Sajad.
"By pleasure. I'm very happy with the friendly welcome here." Subroto's smile at the end of the sentence really signifies authority that does not fade even though he has long retired to be a general.
"I'm sorry, sir. Without prejudice to my respect, please allow me to see the kitten." Sayaka ventured to say this as soon as they were in the courtyard between the mosque and Mr. Sajad's house.
"Oh, yes, Ka. I forgot you see, yeah. If there is no parent, then just love me" said Subroto while patting his own forehead.
"Yes, Sir. I said goodbye," Sayaka slightly bowed her body before passing from the presence of the two people who both respected her.
Mr. Sajad and Subroto entered the house. The two were greeted by a warm greeting from Bu Sajad who had previously expected the arrival of a special guest. In the little heart of the woman, immediately tucked away worries about the continuation of the relationship between Sayaka and Seruni. For some reason, he felt that the difference between his nephew and Seruni was so far away. As a replacement for Sayaka's parents, it is clear she harbors considerable concerns if the relationship continues.
Not nothing, Bu Sajad can already conclude Subroto is not a random person. The way the man looked at his interlocutor and spoke words, really showed the impression of being a true blue blood descendant. Very unpretentious.
After greeting for a while, Bu Sajad chose to return to the kitchen to make drinks and prepare snacks. Sayup-sayup, she heard her husband was telling her a little about Sayaka's daily life. Perseverance, hard work and honesty did not escape the positive values mentioned by Mr. Sajad.
"That's what I saw at a glance from Sayaka, sir. That's why yesterday I offered to work with him. So that Sayaka has a farm and sometimes a wider to be used optimally for the welfare of the natives here."
"Well, Mr. Subroto is very kind. I already offered Sayaka a lecture, sir. He who refused. He said, free college will even be a slave next door like my two children," said Pak Sajad.
"Pak Sajad's son to go abroad? Wow, what a pity. If you are a scholar, have the provision of education and experience should be able to serve the country. The salary is not high, but there is pride. Money can be sought with other efforts. But back again, it is enough that the value of money or matter returns to gratitude
we're. A piece of cassava or a piece of bread, Equally full. It's just sometimes different in the prestige of people who look. And sorry you know Mr. Sajad, fitting out, can not be distinguished to, the entry was cheese, cassava, noodles or spaghetti."
"On the soul mate, we as parents can only pray for the best. It all comes back to those who live. We want it a, but if in fact our child is pleased with the b, then how else. What is important is that we as parents do not get tired of directing and reminding. The age and experience of life sometimes still make them put forward feelings rather than logic. Indeed life is not just enough to be lived with love, where they understand."
The speech Subroto just caught clearly in the ear of Bu Sajad who did reappear to the front carrying a tray containing a plate of cassava, peanuts, boiled corn and two cups of tea leaves sugar stone homemade. The woman felt a little bit shunned. Although the maxut Subroto is certainly not the case, Bu Sajad really increasingly confused with the relationship of Seruni and Sayaka.
"Please, Sir. It's the garden itself." Bu Sajad put one by one on his tray to the table.
"Thank you, ma'am" said Subroto.
"I'll excuse you." Bu Sajad seemed to be in a hurry to leave his living room. The woman walked straight to the back. He then sat pensively beside Siti's cage. Lean on the bamboo pillars supporting the roof of the right side enclosure.
While Subroto and Pak Sajad are still late in the conversation that for men certainly does not matter.
"I salute Mr. Subroto. Although only children and women are also, but Seruni is still allowed to serve in areas far from the civilization of this city," said Pak Sajad.
"Like Mr. Sajad who can not prevent the will of the two children Pak Sajad. I actually am too. We want to serve in our city. Get married quickly and have children. In the hope, her husband will be able to continue or at least help manage our family business. But I feel selfish if I force my child to run things that are not his own choice. After all, Seruni also wanted to have a story to share with her grandchildren later. Experience like this cannot be found in school. It cannot be replaced with money."
Mr. Sajad was silent for a moment. From the words of Subroto just now, he was only aware of the gap between Sayaka and Seruni. Not just about the two of them. But also between the two families. As a man, he should be in a more capable position. However, what happened to Seruni and Sayaka, was clearly the opposite.
"If Sayaka who is the son-in-law of the Father, of course continue the business of Pak Subroto or live in Surabaya is impossible, sir," said Mr. Sajad. Making Subroto cleared his throat because the conversation apparently led to something more serious.
Meanwhile, Sayaka who walked from the side of the mushola while carrying three kittens in a clean condition and placed in a cardboard instant noodles, stopped her steps as soon as she saw Bu Sajad sitting dreamy.
"Yes ...." Sayaka called Bu Sajad while patting her shoulder carefully.
"Eh, you, Ka." Bu Sajad immediately replied with a slight stammer.
"Why are you here at night?"
"You're looking for the wind." Bu Sajad stood up while staring fixedly at Sayaka. "After dinner, Ua wants to talk seriously with you" he added.